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After calming down, I started to analyze the chaotic situation. My sister is back, so why hasn't she shown up yet? Since she dropped out of school and returned to China without telling the traitor, it's understandable that she'd hide from him. But why didn't she even tell me? And why didn't she see me after she returned? Could something have happened at home? No, dropping out of school means my sister doesn't want to live in Japan anymore. Given the traitor's personality, he shouldn't be willing to give up the immigration status he worked so hard to obtain. At least one thing is certain: my sister is determined to leave the traitor. This morning I was still full of confidence, but now, thinking about it carefully, I'm a bit hesitant. If I fight the traitor regardless of everything, it won't do my sister any good. Whether I'm misunderstood or not is no longer important. The most important thing is whether my sister can truly be free from now on. I made up my mind that even if I'm disgraced, I will do my best to stop the traitor's harassment of my sister.

After thinking everything through, I opened the drawer and painstakingly found the traitor's phone number among a pile of scribbled phone numbers. I dialed the number, and it rang many times before someone answered. I calmly said, "I heard you caused trouble at my doorstep yesterday." The traitor's voice was a little hoarse on the other end of the line. He coldly said, "I didn't expect you would dare to call me." I said, "Since you think it's time for revenge, I'm ready to see it through." The traitor said, "You have nowhere to hide. You'd better bring her along tonight." I pretended to be stupid and said I would come alone. The traitor roared on the other end of the phone like an endangered Tyrannosaurus Rex, yelling, "Bring that heartless little bitch along! If she hides, I'll search every inch of Beijing to find her!" The insults directed at my sister fueled my anger, but considering the current situation, I swallowed my anger and told the traitor, "You don't need to insult your own wife in front of me. I figured since things were like this, there was no need for me to pretend I didn't know Halen was back. I told the traitor that my sister wasn't with me, and if he wanted to find an excuse to cause me trouble, he should just be direct and stop beating around the bush." The traitor said, "You two dogs, just wait, you won't even know how you died." I said, "Don't be so fierce on the phone. I'll come to your house after work tonight, you can decide the location." Seeing how tough my tone was, the traitor probably wasn't sure, and after thinking for a while on the other end of the phone, he said, "Okay, then I'll come to your house after work and wait for you. Don't try to run away if you dare." I said, "Sure, I'm ready anytime."

After hanging up the phone, I unleashed a torrent of profanities from various countries. Thinking it best to have someone to advise me, I immediately called Bing Shan. Bing Shan had returned to Beijing a day earlier than me. After carefully listening to my account of the situation, he analyzed that the traitor, faced with this situation, must have already given up on my sister. His current frenzied, mad dog-like behavior was simply a display of resentment, a desire to vent his anger and take revenge on my sister and me. He said, "When you see him today, you must overpower him with your presence. Don't let him think you were in the wrong. Also, if he doesn't know you two slept together, don't admit it, understand?" I said that made sense. "Remember to call me a few times tonight. If no one answers, buy a straw mat and come collect my body." Bing Shan firmly replied on the other end, "Don't be ridiculous. I don't have time for that. I'll deal with this with you." I told him to get lost, this has nothing to do with him, and to mind his own business. Iceberg impatiently replied, "How can you be so self-righteous if I'm not going? At least I can prove you're in Shanghai." I said whether I went to Shanghai or not was irrelevant to that guy; he just wanted revenge. Iceberg thought for a moment on the other end of the phone and said, "I'll go with you. Even if there's a woman around, he should still be careful." I tried to dissuade him, but Iceberg said on the phone, "Then it's settled. I'll come to your company at 5:30. Also, call your girlfriend's classmate and tell her to wait outside your house tonight. If your girlfriend comes looking for you at that time, have her stop her. If things get bad, at least you can call 110 (the police)." I said, "Aren't you afraid?" Iceberg laughed and said, "Afraid? Of course I am! But, good brother, loyalty is what it is!"

The sunny afternoon didn't allow me to nap as usual. I felt a kind of urge to die after a fierce battle. The thought of facing the traitor face-to-face that night made my heart race. I didn't do anything productive all day. There was still no email from my sister. I really wanted to send her an email before confronting the traitor, but I didn't know what to write. I opened QQ, and Bing Shan was online. She asked what I was thinking, and I honestly said I was wondering if the traitor was also preparing for the fight tonight. Bing Shan said she guessed the traitor was browsing the street stalls. I said, "You're just guessing." Bing Shan said the traitor had probably already bought a white cloth to wrap his head and had someone write the word "endure" on it. Now he was probably looking for a cheap Japanese sword at the street stall. I knew Bing Shan saw through my anxiety and was trying to comfort me, so I told her it was nothing. I had once fought four people at once in high school and never lost. I wasn't afraid of a brutal fight. I was just a little worried that if I angered the traitor, it would be even more detrimental to my sister. Bing Shan said there was no use worrying. Since my sister dared to leave the traitor in this way, she must have been mentally prepared for all the consequences. Then she asked me why I hadn't come to see Halen when he came back. I looked around blankly and replied that I wanted to know too.

Iceberg arrived before I even got off work. As we were going downstairs together, Ugly Girl called to say she was already at the entrance of our complex, hiding in a super safe place. She even said menacingly, "I've got the back door under my watch. Make sure to get rid of that mad dog." Back home, Iceberg started collecting everything in the house that could potentially be a murder weapon and hiding it in places that weren't easily accessible. I said, "Forget it, if you do this, I won't have anything to use if things get heated." Iceberg said seriously, "It's better to be careful. Many murderers don't end up being executed even if they don't have a weapon on hand." I laughed and said, "Do you think I'm capable of murder or a traitor?" Iceberg said, "Traitors have lost their minds, so we still need to be careful." Just then, someone knocked on the door. Iceberg and I exchanged a glance. I resolutely went to open the door, but Iceberg grabbed me and said, "Remember to stay calm. Don't be afraid. I'm with you." I hugged the back of Iceberg's head, gave her a smile, quickly kissed her on the cheek, and went to open the door.

The traitor stood at the door, neither wearing a white cloth over his head nor carrying a Japanese sword. Behind him followed five Western-dressed scoundrels who looked like they were burdened with bitterness and hatred. Seeing that I not only seemed fearless but also showed no intention of letting him in, the traitor adjusted his glasses, trying to avoid looking at me and Iceberg, and stared aimlessly into my messy room, attempting to find a corner where a living person might be hiding. I said disdainfully, "Stop looking. Your wife isn't here." The traitor, his face grim, tried to walk past me. I stopped him, saying, "I only said I'd wait for you at home, not that I wanted to talk to you here. Let's talk here, so I don't have to spend so much effort cleaning up after you leave." A nearby... A scoundrel squeezed through the crowd and said, "What are you so arrogant about? If you keep acting like that, I'll send you to the Chaoyang branch for six months." As he spoke, he pretended to take out his phone and make a call. I just stared at him coldly without saying a word. This scoundrel with triangular eyes took his phone and walked away to the side to spout nonsense. I heard him pretending to say things like our house address, and then he said, "What should we do when we get here?" I've never seen such an arrogant kid before. Seeing his posture, I smiled, turned around and said to Iceberg, "You go in and don't worry about me." Then I closed the door and went out. Leaning against the door, I said to the traitor, "You just want to settle scores with me, right? Come on, let's settle them one by one."

The traitor adjusted his glasses, his square face, seemingly made of moon-like material, flushed red. His voice, trembling with excitement, boomed, "Don't think I don't know anything! What you and that little bitch did was something no human could do! You think I'm easy to bully? You think I'm an idiot?" At this moment, another balding scoundrel stepped forward, saying, "Why waste your breath on him? We're demanding the person! If he doesn't hand her over, we'll sue him for kidnapping and send him to jail for ten or eight years!" The traitor, feigning magnanimity, gestured for the balding scoundrel to shut up, then... With his hands on his hips and his right hand pointing at my nose, he said, "Kid, let me tell you, stop trying to pull those tricks. If it weren't for your sweet talk, she wouldn't have given up her studies in Japan and run back to this godforsaken place. Who else would she be looking for if not you? Tell me, tell me!" I brushed aside the traitor's finger and said, "Don't play dumb with me. Let me tell you, first, I don't know where your wife is, and second, with your looks, if I were your wife, I would have run away long ago." Just as I finished speaking, the traitor slapped me across the face. I had expected the traitor to use force, but I didn't expect his skills and physique to be so... It's inversely proportional, and they acted quickly. I didn't fight back, just looked at the traitor and his bunch of scoundrels with utter contempt. The balding scoundrel stepped forward and said menacingly, "You better hand over the person right now, or this will be none of your business. Otherwise, it won't just be a beating." Just then, the door opened, and Iceberg rushed out angrily, saying, "Why are you hitting people?" Another scoundrel with a razor-thin face said, "Oh, you're upset about being beaten? Where were you before? If you had kept an eye on him and told him not to mess with other girls, this wouldn't have happened." Iceberg said, "You need evidence to take back the person. These past few days we..." The two of them had been in Shanghai and only returned yesterday. "How dare they abduct your people?" the traitor roared, his voice rising eight octaves in a fit of rage. "Evidence? You think I don't have any? You're such a stupid woman, still defending this kind of person! Do you even know what your husband and that bitch in my house have been doing? Look, all of you, look!" With that, he pulled a 6-inch color photo from his suit pocket and threw it on the ground. I glanced at it sideways and my head throbbed. The photo showed me and Halen in formal attire, embracing each other lovingly.

Iceberg gently picked up the photo, examined it carefully, and calmly asked why this photo wasn't in our photo album. He said, "This one is actually quite nice, why didn't you choose this one?" In those few seconds, countless thoughts raced through my mind. The proof I gave Halen wasn't 6-inch; this photo the traitor had could only have come from a photo studio. How did he know about my sister and me taking wedding photos? It was truly unbelievable. Seeing that I remained silent, the traitor tidied his hair, which had been disheveled from his earlier agitation, and said arrogantly, "See? You thought you could hide your little tricks from me? It's obvious you planned for her to leave first, and then sneak back to you when I wasn't looking or interfering. This is your token. Still trying to deny it? Kid, let me tell you, this isn't over until you hand her over." The other scoundrels started chattering and jeering around me. I was annoyed. Under normal circumstances, what did one photo matter? I wouldn't care about ten, but now it seemed the traitor was determined to make trouble for my sister no matter what. It seemed I had no choice but to fight to the bitter end. I took the photos from the iceberg and coldly looked at the traitor, saying that these were the last souvenirs before we parted ways, and not to be carelessly thrown on the ground. The traitor's hair almost stood on end as he shouted, "You think you're some kind of Casanova? Let me tell you, I have a dozen of these junks, and I can do whatever I want with them!" As he spoke, the traitor pulled a stack of 6-inch photos from his pocket and threw them on the ground, cursing under his breath, and began stomping on the photos.

Seeing the photos of my sister and me scattered all over the floor by the traitor's trotters in the dimly lit stairwell, I wanted to punch him several times and turn his square face into a persimmon-like face. But I knew very well that fighting wouldn't solve anything. I was so anxious that I was practically smoking, but I couldn't do anything. At this moment, Iceberg suddenly shouted, "Enough! Didn't you want him? I'll take you to him." Upon hearing this, the traitor immediately stopped his vigorous physical activity and stared at Iceberg with his mouth wide open. Iceberg met the traitor's suspicious gaze firmly, stepped in front of me, and said, "He really didn't know your wife was back, but your wife just met me once. I know where she's staying. I'll take you there." I knew perfectly well that Iceberg had only seen my sister's photo, so what he was saying was utter nonsense. He was definitely trying to buy time, but what would happen tomorrow if he hid today? I grabbed Iceberg's hand and pulled her behind me, saying, "What do you know? Don't be crazy. Why bother arguing with this kind of scum?" The triangular-eyed scoundrel who had been pretending to be familiar with the police struggled to the front again and said, "You've already confessed, why are you still being so stubborn?" He started impatiently pushing me with his right hand. I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and swung my right elbow at the triangular-eyed man's left cheek. The triangular-eyed man cried out and squatted down, clutching half his face. The other four scoundrels were stunned for a moment, then were about to attack when Iceberg suddenly shouted, "Go ahead and hit him! Hit him hard, preferably kill him, then I won't have to worry about anything!" After saying that, he quickly slipped into the house and slammed the door shut.

Everyone was stunned. The traitor was the first to rush to the door, punching and kicking it, shouting, "Come out! Take me to her!" The ice queen ignored him completely and wouldn't open the door. The triangular-eyed man, having recovered, glared at me with intense hatred. The other thugs didn't know what to do. The traitor knocked for a while, then turned back to look helplessly at the others. The five thugs exchanged glances and remained silent. I clenched my fists, feigning indifference, and said, "Don't look at me, I don't have my keys." Suddenly, the traitor knelt down at the door, wailing, "Sister, I beg you! Please take me to see her! Please take me! I'm kneeling before you!" The thugs rushed over, trying to pull him up, saying, "What's wrong with you? Get up!" But the traitor wouldn't budge, his face covered in tears and snot, sobbing, "Big sister, I really beg you! Please take me to see her!" The thugs, perhaps feeling utterly humiliated, turned their angry gazes on me. At this moment, Iceberg opened the door, stepped out, and said, "I can take you there, but you have to hear me out first." The traitor quickly said, "Please, please speak quickly." Iceberg pointed at me and said, "First, your wife really hasn't contacted him. He brought this trouble upon himself, and I won't defend him. But this time, he genuinely knows nothing. Second, those photos on the ground include both your wife and him. Please show some respect and pick them up." The traitor looked down at the photos scattered on the ground, trampled beyond recognition by his own trotters, and hesitated, not moving. The scoundrel with the shriveled face quickly picked up the photos one by one and handed them over. I gave the photo to the traitor, but he stood there without taking it, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking like a child who was resentful that his parents wouldn't give him candy. Seeing this, Iceberg took the photo from Knife Face and handed it to me. Then he said to the traitor, "But we can't have so many people go. You should send your friend back first. Just the two of us will go." After saying that, he turned back and winked at me, saying, "You just stay at home and don't go out and cause any more trouble." I hurriedly grabbed Iceberg's hand. Iceberg walked closer to me, gave me a meaningful look, pulled his hand away from mine, and said to the traitor, "Let's go, hurry up."

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