250 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind Him (1/2)

”Tsk.”

The man clicked his tongue.

He peered from his vantage point, inwardly cursing the weird guy who kept staring at him. The d*mnable guy seemed close to the b*tch, and he couldn't find the right timing to get to her. There was just no opening he could take advantage of. He had been lucky to find her while he was in the area, but as expected, it would be hard to get close when there were so many people around.

'Never mind,' he comforted himself. He could just keep watch for a couple more days. There was bound to be a time when she would be alone in one of these days. If he could teach her a lesson, then he could handle a little bit of patience.

The filming went on for hours, and his composure whittled away with every minute of inaction. By the time they packed up and disbanded, a scowl decorated his face that was hidden by a black face mask.

He watched as the girl was led to a black car, that same f*cking annoying guy hovering over her so protectively.

He hadn't expected the girl to have a bodyguard. Did his warning scare the b*tch? She even went so far as to hire a bodyguard. Stupid rich b*tch! This was why girls like her needed to be taught a lesson, he thought. F*cking high and mighty b*tches, always looking down on good guys like him.

Without wasting any time, he mounted his motorbike and trailed after the car from a distance.

After some time, the car finally stopped in front of an apartment complex.

It was a gated community, and any vehicle that wanted to enter had to have proof of residence or be registered into the security roster. It was a relatively exclusive community which made visitors and guests quite rare.

”Tch!” the man clicked his tongue again for the nth time. He would need to devise a plan to sneak into the complex, or try to catch her outside.

Instead of giving up and returning home, the man decided to loiter for a bit. He circled around the complex several time, taking note of the goings-on. He watched attentively as people came and went through the entrance.

Anyone who fancied entering the building was required to face the security guard at the entrance. A resident would flash their apartment keycards to enter, and non-residents had to sign in and receive a visitor's pass.

He observed as several deliverymen came and dropped things off at the security booth, and those delivering smaller items such as food was allowed entry while those delivering bigger goods left the parcels to the security guard.

A plan slowly formed in his mind. Perhaps the best way to sneak in was to pose as a deliveryman, but he wasn't familiar with the addresses enough to do it. He needed to know at least one address from the building, or find out the numbering system of the houses and make up a random address.

”Tch...” he clicked his tongue. So much work! This d*mned b*tch...

The more he had to wait, the more he wanted to make her pay for his hassles. It was her fault for being so rude to him in the first place!

The man's face warped as he thought of all the things he'd do to the girl once he gets his hands on her.

While the man was stuck in his twisted reverie, another man observed him from the windows of one of the apartments.