Siheyuan: Forty Tons of Ironclad Strength to Crush the Beasts

In the eyes of the courtyard's vultures, I'm nothing but: “A useless dead end whose father just died, whose money has been spent, whose home has been cleared out, and who's about to die of illness.” Head of the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai: “This kid won't last three days. Ignore him.” Second-in-command Liu Haizhong: “Letting his table stay at my place is already a favor!” Jia Zhangshi: “His stove is mine. Anyone who touches it will regret it!” But in reality, I'm: “A forty-ton humanoid Gundam who can shove Yi Zhonghai's head into a big tea urn, shatter Liu Haizhong's dreams of authority with one punch, and kick Jia Zhangshi back into the womb.” They have no idea. One moment, I'm coughing in front of Yi Zhonghai as if I'm about to breathe my last. The next, I'm walking into the police station with an inventory of my belongings. I weep bitterly in front of Director Wang, while secretly calculating how to make them pay until they're left with nothing but their trousers. They think I'm putting on Act One: “Play the victim to survive.” I'm actually performing Act Five: “Use someone else to kill your enemy.” Silly Zhu is still cursing me for bringing bad luck? Great. Once the police leave, I'll show him what a real “physical dimensionality reduction” feels like. (Cold laugh) “Now it's time to serve you the main course.”