Chapter Fourteen: I Hate You!

“My most esteemed guest, as per your instructions, the house is ready and you can move in at any time. But with your status, living in such a chaotic community, without a butler, without a maid, without a driver…!”

“I was supposed to be living on the grasslands and in the desert, do you understand? Take me there!” Wang Zheng interrupted the foreigner impatiently. This foreigner was good at everything except his endless chatter—if you didn’t stop him, he could talk at you for an entire day.

Ten minutes later, under the foreigner’s guidance, Wang Zheng arrived at a high-end residential complex. It was adjacent to the busiest commercial street in Jinghua City; in front lay a large park with green belts and an artificial lake, while to the right stood Jinghua City Television Station. The environment was beautiful, the transportation convenient, and most of the people coming and going were well-dressed, fashionable women. Some were young and charming, others elegant and refined. It was hard to see what chaos the foreigner had been referring to.

“My most esteemed guest, this is the heart of Jinghua City, with a graceful environment and excellent transport. Most of the residents work in the nearby commercial street or at the television station…”

The foreigner’s verbose explanation started up again!

There were nine buildings in the community, arranged in three rows. Each building had nine floors and three units, with a hundred meters between each, separated by gardens. As they walked through the complex, the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds made it hard to believe such a lovely place existed in the city center.

The foreigner led Wang Zheng to his new home. The apartment was fully furnished, with everything brand new—even the smallest details like toothpaste and toothbrushes had been meticulously prepared. But instead of being pleased, Wang Zheng frowned deeply.

“I told you I wanted a one-bedroom apartment, didn’t I? This place has four bedrooms and two living rooms—how am I supposed to live here alone? Change rooms every day?”

“My most esteemed guest, with your status, even the White House would be beneath you. How could I possibly let you live in a one-bedroom ‘prison’?” The foreigner looked at Wang Zheng respectfully. “If you find it inconvenient, I can arrange a butler, a maid…”

“All right, enough, stop!” Wang Zheng quickly interjected. The foreigner’s zealous service was more terrifying than a seizure—he’d never realized this before, but now he truly understood. Still, at least the decor was mostly to his taste; Wang Zheng wanted to experience city life now, not primitive tribal existence. The apartment felt warm, simple, and modern.

“If you have no further requests, I’ll be leaving Jinghua City and China tonight.”

“That soon? Aren’t you going to take a few days to relax?” Wang Zheng asked.

“You know I have other clients. My work and schedule are booked for the next five years, but my most esteemed guest, I am always at your service.”

Wang Zheng smiled. Perhaps there was no one on earth busier than this man. He walked over, patted the foreigner on the shoulder, and said earnestly, “I’m very satisfied with your work—well done.”

“Your praise is my greatest honor!” The foreigner smiled, bowed slightly, and said, “Then, my most esteemed guest, I wish you happiness—arivederci~~!”

“Goodbye.”

With a bang, the door closed.

Wang Zheng walked into the living room, sat down, crossed his legs on the coffee table, and laced his fingers behind his head, a faint smile curling at his lips.

At last… he had a home.

To Wang Zheng, “home” was a foreign word. He’d had places to stay, but that wasn’t the same. A home was supposed to be a place with warmth. This would be where he’d live from now on. It might not be warm enough just yet, but one day, he would fill it with warmth.

He went to the window, letting the sunlight fall more generously on his body. Spreading his arms, he stretched lazily, his joints cracking audibly, his body brimming with power.

“It’s about time.”

Jinghua Television was one of the most influential and competitive mainstream media outlets in China, with programs covering the country, Asia, North America, and beyond. The city’s rich cultural heritage and cosmopolitan influence gave the station a unique edge. Its renowned programs had won both international and domestic awards in news and broadcasting.

Jinghua Television Center was less than a five-minute walk from Wang Zheng’s apartment. Standing at the foot of the forty-story building, he craned his neck but couldn’t see the top; it was far taller than any thatched hut he’d lived in back in Africa!

“Sir, may I see your identification?” a security guard blocked his way.

“Oh? Identification… I was in a hurry and forgot to bring it. Is there any way you could make an exception?” Wang Zheng smiled, momentarily forgetting that he was in Asia, not Africa. Back in Africa, he’d come and go freely at military bases, but now he couldn’t even get into a TV station—how unlucky!

“Really? You seem unfamiliar to me,” the guard narrowed his eyes, sizing Wang Zheng up.

“Well… I’ll just go, then.”

“Wang Zheng, stop right there!” As he turned to leave, a loud shout came from the security office. Bai Bing emerged, sneering as she strode out.

“I knew you’d come here. I’ve been waiting half the day for you!” Bai Bing said smugly, sauntering up to Wang Zheng. “Trying to run? Why aren’t you running? Do you really think you can escape from the palm of my hand?”

“Pfft!” Wang Zheng shot her a glare. “I knew you’d come here—that’s why I came. Fine, now that you’re here, can I go in?”

With that, Wang Zheng turned and walked through the television station’s gate. The guard moved to stop him, but with a gentle shove, Wang Zheng sent him staggering to the ground. At this, the rest of the security staff rushed out, surrounding Wang Zheng and drawing their batons.

He glanced at Bai Bing, who stood watching with a cold smile, showing no intent to intervene—she seemed to be waiting to enjoy the spectacle. Wang Zheng, too, gave a cold smile and continued forward.

When he ignored their warnings, the guards charged.

With a single kick—just one—the guard leading the charge was sent flying, crashing hard into the electric gate, which crumpled out of shape. The rest of the guards froze, staring at their colleague who lay on the ground, coughing blood, and at the now-misshapen stainless steel gate, hesitating.

Wang Zheng picked up a baton from the ground and, with a snap, broke it in two with his bare hands, tossing the pieces aside.

“This is my third day back in the country. I don’t mind killing someone. Maybe seeing some blood will break my streak of bad luck.” Wang Zheng hadn’t been so angry at first; he’d tried to reason politely with the guards. But Bai Bing’s cold sneer pushed his temper over the edge. After all, for someone who’d killed until his hands were numb, taking a life was no different than crushing an ant.

The guards didn’t know what to do. Just one casual kick had left a man’s fate uncertain—if they tried again…

They dialed emergency services and began basic first aid on their fallen comrade.

“Better call the police, too,” Wang Zheng sneered. “Bring in the SWAT team, the army—let’s see who ends up in trouble.”

“Stop!” Bai Bing could stand by no longer. She hadn’t expected him to use such force on innocent people. If this continued, someone might really die today, and in the end, it wouldn’t be Wang Zheng who paid the price.

Bai Bing dismissed the guards and walked up to Wang Zheng alone. After a glance at his coldly smiling face, she said suddenly, “You’re too lawless.”

“If Africa and Asia share the same sky, then I am the sky!” Wang Zheng replied, gazing at the blue above, then turning his scornful eyes on Bai Bing. “All you’re doing is making me hate you more—hmph!”