Chapter 2

Everyone in the group chat had listed their apartment numbers.

I had lived here for quite a while, so I instantly recognized the names-it was the old couple living upstairs.

This couple had a terrible reputation in the community. They never took out their trash, leaving the hallway reeking, and the property management had to clean up after them multiple times.

Whenever a child made a bit of noise or someone came home late and closed their door, they would start cursing in the group chat, complaining about the noise disturbing their rest.

They even kicked a neighbor's dog for no reason, claiming it was a dangerous breed and should be put down by the dog-catching team.

The dog was on a leash and had all the proper documentation, but the poor girl walking it was left in tears after being berated by the couple. It was only when a passerby intervened that the couple finally slunk back home.

Suddenly, I remembered-the girl who had been stealing my drink had recently moved in with them!

I hadn't named anyone specifically in my group chat message, but the fact that they jumped to defend themselves so quickly suggested they knew exactly what was going on. Judging by her age, that girl was probably their daughter.

Their daughter was stealing, and they still had the nerve to come out and scold people?

I knew they were trouble, but I hadn't expected them to be this brazen.

Fine, if they wanted to play rough, I could do that too. I felt I had already been more than fair to them.

I ordered another drink, drank it all, and ignoring the puzzled look my cat gave me, I filled the cup with cat poop and some water. With a sly grin, I sealed the cup, put in an extra straw the shop had provided, and hung it on their door.

Sure enough, during the evening rush hour, my surveillance camera alerted me that someone was lingering at my door. It was the girl who had stolen my drink again. She grabbed the cup and headed upstairs.

I waited a few moments, then cracked my door open just a bit. Seconds later, I heard the sounds of vomiting and angry shouting from upstairs!

" That's what you get for stealing and badmouthing others," I thought,

whistling cheerfully as I closed my door and went back inside.

Not long after, they started banging on my door like maniacs.

The two old people were outside, shouting curses at the top of their lungs.

" You animal! What did you put in my daughter's drink? "

"Come out here and pay for my daughter's medical bills!

Compensate her for emotional distress!

"

I wasn't about to let this slide, so I stood by the door and shouted back.

" You two are the real animals, raising a thief!

That was trash I was going to throw away, and your daughter had the nerve to steal it and drink it!

Shameless!"

I wasn't afraid of a shouting match. There was no way I was opening the door. These old troublemakers might collapse at my doorstep, and then I'd be the one in trouble.

They kept banging and cursing outside, and when they saw I wasn't coming out, they stormed upstairs and hurled rotten food at my door before leaving.

Unbelievable! They had stolen my drink so many times and still had the nerve to throw things at my door?

Fine, just wait until midnight. I'll smear cat poop all over your door!

Fuming, I lay on the sofa and vented to my friends about this bizarre family. Suddenly, the community group chat exploded with notifications.

I opened it to see that they had beaten me to the punch, playing the victim:

"507, you heartless monster!

He put something in my daughter's drink!

"

They even posted a bunch of medical reports.

" My daughter had to go to the hospital!

"

"He's a beast, not a human!

He buys drinks just to target young girls. He's a creep. We went to confront him, but he hid inside and didn't dare come out!

"

"How could he do this to us? We only have one daughter.

.."

Reading their messages, my eyes burned with anger. They had stolen from me and now were slandering me. I shouldn't have been so lenient with them before.

Without a second thought, I posted the surveillance video of their daughter stealing my drink.