Chapter Eighty-One: Play You to Death

  At the entrance, a group of people walked in, with one person at the center surrounded by five or six men with impressive demeanor, followed by a large crowd of subordinates who were smiling and bowing their heads.

  Just now, Wu Yuanan said in a low voice: "Boss Wang has arrived."

  Zhang Shidong did not intend to show off in front of Du Yuan, but who made him encounter it. He advocated for the present world's revenge, whoever is an enemy will be trampled immediately.

  Wang Hao didn't sleep well last night, this training is his main responsibility, he has already asked the chairman for leave, but among the branch managers from various places, there are not a few who want to go abroad for vacation and also need to entertain these branch managers. In order to leave as soon as possible, they didn't even go to the city center, and directly arranged several tables at the hotel. Who knew that just after entering the hotel, he saw a young man walking towards him.

  Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, but Wang Hao subconsciously stopped in his tracks and looked at Zhang Shidong with suspicion.

  "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Shidong."

  Wang Hao's legs were trembling with fear, and he wanted to run away. If there weren't so many subordinates around him, if this wasn't the headquarters of Cool Company, he would have fled without hesitation.

  Kung Chia-chao was killed by an explosion of dynamite in front of his own house last night.

  Several Gome stores were affected by the halt in supplies.

  Someone anonymously reported that Gong's company under his name evaded taxes and provided solid evidence. Relevant departments have already started investigating this morning.

  All the sites under Gong's family were swept away, all the forces lurking in the dark were purged. Last night's bloodbath directly pushed the entire southeastern region's underground forces into a major reshuffle stage, with all parties involved. It is said that more than 30 people died last night, and over a thousand were injured. This is still a small rumor, on the surface, apart from a few seriously injured, there was no other news.

  Such an awesome character is someone who can attract trouble himself, right?

  Wang Hao's idea wasn't bad, but he still underestimated Zhang Shidong's overbearingness, which was a kind of overbearingness that transcended rules.

  Wang Hao thought that since there were so many people around, the most the other person could do was mock and threaten him a bit. If he just ignored him, it would be over, and afterwards he could either find someone to mediate or just run outside and hide for a while, and the matter would pass. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

  "What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to hit you, after all, I'm a cool employee of Xuanke, should I give face to this old boss or what?" Zhang Shidong's words made Wang Hao let out a breath, he thought Zhang Shidong wasn't that fierce and didn't admit his mistake, nodded and led the people away. He completely forgot about the huge gap between himself and the Gong family, this person who didn't even take the Gong family seriously, would he really give him face just because he was an employee of Xuanke?

  Zhang Shidong curled his lip: "General Manager Jiang, shouldn't you be taking an employee to report for duty?"

  Jiang Xueyu regained her usual calm demeanor: "What do you want? Don't make a big deal out of it, last night's events were already sensational enough."

  ……………

  Soon, someone gave out the answer.

  Dealing with some people who are not even worth shaking hands with, there must be some dramatic development to make it interesting.

  A vengeful personality like his, how could he let this accomplice off easy?

  Less than an hour later, Zhang Shidong had just walked into the factory area; Wu Yuanan had just returned to the office, smoking a cigarette and letting out a sigh, thinking that this young master Zhang seemed not as arrogant as rumored, and Old Wang didn't even react in front of him; Du Yuan was sitting in the car handling some official business...

  A man carrying a pig-killing knife rushed into the private room where Wang Hao was, dragging a fat woman behind him. As soon as he entered, he swung his knife at Wang Hao and shouted: "You seduced my wife, I'll kill you!"

  Wang Hao quickly shrank under the chair, pushed the table away and crawled out from under it towards the direction of the private room door. The butcher was holding a cleaver, and several department heads and Wang Hao's subordinates at headquarters still had the courage to try to block him, seeing that the butcher hadn't gone crazy and started chopping people indiscriminately. A group of people blocked his way, allowing Wang Hao to escape smoothly from the room.

  He had just let out a breath when he saw the fat woman open her arms and rush out of the room, making a gesture to hug him. Scared, Wang Hao ran away while waving his hands and shouting if she was looking for the wrong person. A deputy general manager with an annual salary of over 10 million would not go and do something with a woman who had nothing, right?

  The hotel staff also helped to block, wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wang Hao walked out of the hotel, looked up at the sun in the sky, and before he could catch his breath, a big dog came running from afar, barking as it ran, its teeth reflecting the sunlight with a hint of bloodthirstiness. Instinctively, Wang Hao first let out an angry shout and then turned to run away.

  The dog owner was shouting from behind and quickly chased after, when Wang Hao ran out of the hotel area and reached the highway outside the factory district, the dog was called back by its owner. Just as Wang Hao was about to go forward and scold the dog owner, a car suddenly sped past on the highway, with the window open and a trash bag flying out of it, hitting Wang Hao's face squarely, covering him from head to toe in dry and oily garbage water.

  In the distance, Du Yuan drove his car, watching Wang Hao's series of seemingly coincidental encounters. He first smiled and shook his head, then sneered, thinking that rich young masters were indeed just rich young masters, their minds focused on having fun. I must work harder, I want to surpass them, without a billionaire father, I want my son to have a billionaire father.

  Wang Hao's ordeal was far from over, he had just pulled down everything that could be pulled down on his body and face, the various mixed smells on his body were ignored, he took out his phone and prepared to call someone to drive him into the factory area.

  A motorcycle sped past him, not only snatching his phone but also pulling him to the ground with inertia, causing him to roll several times. His already dirty and suggestive undershirt was torn in several places, and the dusty water on the ground instantly turned him into a gray mouse. He spat out dust and sand from his mouth, and Wang Hao just wanted to curse, wanting to have a knife in his hand to chop up that pig-killing bastard. If it weren't for that turtle grandson, he wouldn't be like this now?

  When fate is controlled by humans, things start to get interesting.

  A vehicle commonly used to capture vagrants stopped in front of Wang Hao, and two men got out. Without saying a word, they wrapped him in a large, tattered blanket, tied it up, stuffed a dirty white hotel towel into his mouth, and then dragged him onto the vehicle, not giving Wang Hao any chance to speak.

  These two guys were the most ruthless, pointing at him in the car and chatting: "I don't know where this blind flow came from, running to the door of Xuan Cool and turning around randomly. The captain said that Xuan Cool is a big taxpayer in the city, and we must do a good job of peripheral security work."

  Wang Hao went crazy, constantly twisting his body, wanting to speak, but the two people in the shelter completely ignored him, ignoring his existence. They drove all the way to the shelter without following the usual procedure of asking if he had any family members to pick him up and pay for his release. This was because one of the staff members said: "This kid doesn't know what he ate, he's quite energetic, not honest at all, let him be comfortable for two days, otherwise he'll definitely be a troublemaker."

  Just because of this one sentence, Wang Hao was ignored and thrown into a room.

  Humid, dim, and filled with a mixed smell that makes one's nose itch and breathing difficult. A curtain similar to a bed sheet hangs from the window frame. The floor is covered with grass mats used for construction sites. Greasy and dirty stalls are lined up, and people wearing tattered clothes. In an instant, Wang Hao was defeated. He pounded on the door and shouted loudly, but only received one response before being left alone outside.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  "I have money, I have money, let me out, I'll give you money. I'm the vice president of Coolpad, you've got the wrong person, I'm not a migrant worker, let me out..."

  When the footsteps faded away, several pairs of hands rushed onto Wang Hao's body at the fastest speed. The people in the house used more than ten seconds to strip Wang Hao down to his underwear, kicking him a few times and shrinking him into a ball near the toilet inside the house. He curled up his body and trembled constantly, the pungent smell was far less intense than the blow to his heart. Those pairs of thin, muddy hands grasping at his body made him retch, and those vicious eyes staring at him made him even more afraid. After vomiting several times, he almost got pressed into the toilet but didn't vomit anymore. He waited, waiting for someone to listen to what he had to say.

  This day and night was dark for Wang Hao, a darkness he had never experienced before. He went from fear to calmness, from roaring to thinking of escaping, from unease to suspicion. Everything seemed too coincidental, yet he didn't believe it was all arranged by someone. Those who were capable wouldn't need to play such tricks, and those who weren't capable couldn't have arranged something so intricate. The image of Zhang Shidong flashed through his mind, and Wang Hao's fear grew as he half-believed and half-doubted. He knew that there might be another act waiting for him, and he wanted to seize every possible opportunity to escape.

  In adversity, in dire straits, in desperate situations, some people's behavior is different. Wang Hao clenched his teeth and endured everything that had never been endured before this week, constantly calculating in his mind, calculating all possible possibilities. If the other party comes hard, how many chances does he have to ask for help?

  The sound of the door opening, sunlight pouring in, Wang Hao didn't rush out, but instead curled up into a ball. He was conducting an experiment to see if someone was playing tricks on him from behind his back.

  He soon determined that someone was indeed pushing from behind.

  Sitting in the interrogation room, no matter how he explained who he was, providing phone numbers and contact information, the other party just answered irrelevantly, muttering as they filled out some completely unrelated information on the form.

  "You're sure you want to do this? Whoever is backing you, I'll double whatever they're paying you. I'm not threatening any of you, but trust me, it won't be hard for me, Wang Hao, to make your lives miserable in the future."

  "He's gone mad, this guy has gone mad, he's biting people and hitting people!" Along with a staff member's sudden shout, five or six staff members carrying rubber batons rushed in and gave Wang Hao a severe beating. In the face of absolute violence, intelligence doesn't have much value.