Wang Yizheng looked at Fu Luo steadily and asked unhurriedly in response: "If you burn down the house, where will your mother live? She's worked hard her whole life and this property is all she has left. Do you plan to leave her with a pile of ruins?"

Fu Luo was stunned for a moment.

"Don't say things in anger, you're a good kid, we all know that." Wang Yizheng gave Fu Xiaoxin access permissions to come and go, and stood up. "Yacheng, keep your sister company at Auntie's place today. School is cancelled anyway with all the chaos. We'll be too busy to spare anyone at our place recently, so we'll head out first and check on you in the evening."

Hearing this, Wang Yacheng instantly felt terrible. He seemed to suddenly be paralyzed, standing stiffly on the sofa like a wooden chicken as he watched his father leave in a hurry before he even finished speaking.

"Wait..." Wang Ergou let out a dying struggle.

"Behave and don't cause trouble." Wang Yizheng's voice came from the doorway, sentencing Wang Ergou to death with gentle words.

As the chief engineer, Fu Xiaoxin of course also couldn't be idle in this situation. She roared at Fu Luo all morning until her voice went hoarse. Seeing Fu Luo's unyielding look, she suddenly felt utterly exhausted in body and mind. Opening her mouth, she couldn't get out a single word.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Xiaoxin took off her lab coat. Without a word, she checked that the security locks were engaged outside, then stood in the yard staring blankly at the home that had become a prison. Finally, she sighed and left with a grim expression.

Only Fu Luo and Wang Yacheng were left in the house.

Wang Yacheng was like a little mouse locked in with a cat. He swallowed with difficulty, carefully wiped the cold sweat from his palms on his pants, and stole glances at Fu Luo with extreme nervousness while desperately trying to act nonchalant.

Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over...

Don't give me trouble, don't give me trouble, don't give me trouble...

A shadow loomed over him.

Wang Yacheng: "Ah!"

He curled up into a ball, putting his arms over his head like a maiden determined to defend her chastity with her life. Closing his eyes, he feared the next second Fu Luo's fist would come crashing down.

But after who knows how long, Fu Luo didn't move. Only then did Wang Yacheng carefully steal a glance at her.

His sister stood in front of him, looking down at him from on high.

"What are you hiding from? I wasn't going to hit you." Fu Luo said.

Wang Yacheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Luo added: "There's no point in hitting you. It wouldn't give me any sense of accomplishment."

Wang Yacheng didn't know if he should be thanking his lucky stars.

Fu Luo gave him a dismissive glance and dropped a sentence: "You can go play on the computer."

Wang Yacheng: "..."

This savage woman's barren language system must have only developed this one sentence.

Fu Luo returned to her room, dug out the household toolbox, went to a first floor window, and began studying the structure of the security system.

I must get out.

She thought with determination.

Under Wang Yacheng's observation, Fu Luo subjected the house to inhuman torment.

She connected hacking software from her personal computer, trying to crack the security system, to no avail.

In terms of technical skill, the bit of deviant tricks she learned from her shifty friends at school were basically child's play in front of their military's two high-end technical engineers.

If cunning doesn't work, force is the only option. Fu Luo tossed the computer aside and resorted to violence.

Unfortunately, Fu Xiaoxin wouldn't store weapons of mass destruction at home, and Fu Luo underestimated the sturdiness of the security system in a high-end residence. This attempt also failed.

However, she had no intention of giving up. Fu Luo kicked over the kitchen service robot, forcibly dismantled its limbs and wheels, and disemboweled it, picking out an array of cooking knives from the robot's belly, from vegetable-cutting knives to bone-chopping cleavers to tendon-tearing pointed knives.

Laden with an arsenal of knives like a kitchenware peddler, she went straight up to the attic. Grabbing the window, she nimbly flipped onto the roof, braced against the rafters, and then tried to pry open the rooftop vent with a knife tip.

Years of dust fell, covering Fu Luo in grime. At this moment, she heard Wang Ergou's voice behind her: "I heard the basic artillery soldiers on warships are also called cannon fodder."

Fu Luo paused for a moment, then continued prying with a creak.

This little bastard Wang Ergou had been hopping around in front of her until now. The only reason he hadn't been stomped flat was her consideration for Wang Yizheng.

Fu Luo didn't bother to hide her disdain for this biological brother - in any case, Wang Ergou's greatest skill was being annoying. This skill of his was so powerful it could sweep through armies and never fail, defying the heavens. Normal people who saw him basically couldn't help but dislike him.

"A single missile and you're done for." Wang Yacheng chattered on.

A vein bulged on the back of Fu Luo's hand holding the weapon.

Wang Yacheng: "I heard those cannon fodder always carry a message in a bottle before setting out, specially for writing their wills."

Fu Luo took a deep breath, silently thinking: "Just pretend it's a dog barking."

Wang Ergou yapped noisily with his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, spindly legs and all. Didn't he look exactly like a super neurotic Chihuahua?

"But leaving a will is pointless for you," Wang Ergou barked, quite amused with himself. "You don't have any inheritance anyway. I'm telling you, you're really something - not only are you ugly, you're poor too."

Wang Ergou smacked his lips, realizing he had found another new angle to personally attack Fu Luo: "I know why you have to go to space, because you're uglier than other women. Look at you, such a big lump. If they hollowed you out, they could easily fit another person inside. Only in the military, this ghostly place, where everyone is required to have the same country bumpkin hairstyle and wear the same depressing clothes, where everyone looks ugly as hell, you wouldn't stand out."

"If a dog bites you, would you bite back?" As Fu Luo tried hard to convince herself, she fiercely lifted her elbow. The originally bonded metal cover of the vent came away with a loud groan as she forcibly peeled it off.

The knife tip was curled.

Wang Yacheng shuddered at the sound, staring at the sacrificed knife for a long time, and muttered, "Madwoman, barbarian."

But Fu Luo frowned fiercely. There was also a safety lock on top of the vent. Wang Yizheng didn't leave her a centimeter of space to squeeze through.

Did she really have to burn the house down?

"It's useless," said Wang Yacheng.

Fu Luo sat on the beam, quietly thinking about the next step.

Wang Yacheng paused, then asked, "Space, pitch black, is it really that great?"

Fu Luo thought to herself, "What the hell do you know."

But even though no one else was present, she still felt it was embarrassing to compete with this little brat Wang Ergou, so she continued to play deaf and dumb.

"Dad said even the largest warship would be churned into pieces if hit by a 60-ton small warhead within 50 kilometers," Wang Yacheng said, trying his best to scare Fu Luo with his meager knowledge, not knowing what mentality he had. "50 kilometers, 100 miles, that's from here to the suburbs."

"Dad also said that people on the warship would directly vaporize in the radiation, leaving no corpses," Wang Yacheng added his own senseless imagination, saying gloomily, "Just like the dry ice on an ice cream cake, whoosh, your bones, flesh, heart, and liver would all turn to gas and scatter into the air... Oh my, what would that smell like?"

"Dad also said..."

"Didn't Dad tell you to stop provoking me?" Fu Luo finally interrupted him.

Wang Yacheng leaned against the doorway looking at her, suddenly giving a weird smile, "If you're willing to beg me, I can help you open this."

Fu Luo snorted.

Growing up in a single-parent family with a father as busy as Wang Yizheng, Wang Yacheng's life wasn't much better than that of children whose parents worked far from home. Over time, his personality became quite twisted—as long as there was a living creature in front of him, whether human or dog, he had to fight for their attention.

Seeing that Fu Luo was ignoring him, Wang Yacheng immediately couldn't help but spill his own secrets.

"This security system relies on fingerprints and irises. Consider yourself lucky they didn't put a password."

Fu Luo's heart stirred. She vaguely knew about the tit-for-tat battle of wits between kids and parents, things like "universal computer keys", "game-playing device - 3-second cooling helper", "parent coordinate identifier", etc. She had never done it herself, but Wang Yacheng...

"You can forge fingerprints and irises?"

Wang Yacheng gave a sinister laugh, feeling his seven or eight pockets one by one. After a moment, he took out a pair of gloves and a pair of contact lenses.

"Specially customized, Wang Yizheng's fingerprint gloves and iris disguise glasses." Wang Yacheng threw the items over. "Take them."

Fu Luo swiftly caught them with one hand, somewhat in disbelief, "You? Why are you helping me?"

"Because I want to see you go die," Wang Yacheng said.

The playful smile on the boy's overly feminine face suddenly vanished without a trace. His delicate brows and eyes contained a startling gloom, with an almost innocent cruelty. Under Fu Luo's shocked gaze, he repeated unhurriedly, "What, you didn't know? I wish you dead every single day. Now that you want to go seek death yourself, of course I have to lend a hand."

He wasn't joking or deliberately provoking her. He was serious.

Fu Luo was stunned for a moment, not knowing how she felt.

Of course, she didn't like Wang Yacheng, this little psycho either. Her attitude might be a bit cold, but she felt she treated Wang Yacheng well. Most of the time, it was him who came running to provoke her. She had never done anything to hurt him.

Why did Wang Yacheng... hate her so much?

"Is it because I always send you off to play on the computer?" Fu Luo asked.

Wang Yacheng was furious, "You'd better hurry up and die, you fool."