Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "But..." Hei Zhi wanted to retort.

  "Go back and do your job."

  "I won't." Hei Zhi stood still on the spot.

  "Hei Zhi, go back, don't make trouble." Qing Niu also pulled Hei Zhi's arm and was about to drag him away.

  "I won't..." Hei Zhi shook off Qing Niu's hand.

  "You don't have to go."

  Yang Zongbao walked out of the darkness with Mei Wenshen's support.

  "Zong Bao..." The general's face had a difficult expression.

  "I didn't know the Yang family had such a good tradition." Yang Zongbao looked at the black-clad, black-panted Hei Zhī in front of him and suddenly his eyes flashed: "So that's how it is."

  Hei Zhi felt that he was being insulted, because Yang Zongbao's colorful face looked extremely lewd and despicable: "A wild species, what are you pretending to be a young master in front of me?"

  "Hei Zhi, don't talk nonsense." The manager was somewhat anxious and hastily explained to Yang Zongbao: "This child has been spoiled since he was a kid."

  Hei Zhi finished speaking and secretly glanced at Yang Zongbao's face, the latter had no expression, but in his heart he suddenly felt a little apprehensive. Having no expression can be even more frightening than having one at times.

  "Let's go back." Mei Wenxin felt Yang Zongbao's arm muscles tense up, so she couldn't help but say: "It's too late."

  "A worn-out shoe that someone has ridden, only a wild species would pick it up." Hei Zhi suddenly went crazy and spat out venomous words one after another: "It's really what kind of person gets what kind of broken shoes, what a perfect match!"

  "Shut up." Yang Zongbao's speed was extremely fast, taking advantage of everyone's momentary stunned state, his knife chopped down on the right side of Hei Zhi's neck, without any mercy or quarter.

  Hei Zhi's neck was twisted to one side, and he retreated several steps in an instant. His neck swelled up immediately, as if the vein had been severed directly.

  "Halt." The green bull suddenly jumped forward, swinging its fist and stirring up a gust of wind.

  Yang Zongbao retreated in time, but his stomach was still swept by the fist wind, and he felt a sharp pain in his internal organs.

  Yang Zongbao retreated, not saying a word, narrowed his eyes, and to everyone's surprise, rushed forward and tightly hugged the green cow, biting its neck with his mouth.

  No one expected the fight to start with such a bright and sunny day, but it turned into this despicable way. The green bull was in pain, desperately attacking Yang Zongbao's head, trying to knock him out so that he could escape. However, his neck was still in Yang Zongbao's teeth, and the carotid artery was just a few millimeters away from the skin. If Yang Zongbao pulled hard, he would be finished, and even if he wanted to save himself, it would be too late. The green bull didn't dare use force, because once he knocked out Yang Zongbao, his reflex would make him not let go of his mouth, which would put him in an even more dangerous situation. So he could only use both hands to pound Yang Zongbao's back like a drum.

  "Stop."

  Two voices overlapped.

  The manager thought this is going to be a disaster.

  As expected, Uncle Mei jumped over the head of the general manager and kicked his knee on the forehead of the green cow. The strong and sturdy body of the green cow leaned back. Uncle Mei retreated while holding Yang Zongbao's collar.

  Splash.

  Yang Zongbao bit off a piece of skin and flesh from the green cow. The green cow's neck blood pressure sprayed out like a water gun.

  "Uncle Mei, you've gone too far!" The steward rushed over and pressed his hand against the bleeding wound on Qing Niu.

  "If I don't show up again, Master Yang will be in grave danger." Mei Shu said coldly as he put Yang Zongbao on the ground.

  Mei Wenxiang seized the opportunity and supported Yang Zongbao who was on the verge of collapse.

  "Hmph."

  Yang Zongbao spat out the human flesh in his mouth and coughed violently several times, spitting out a large amount of foamy blood phlegm.

  "I'll kill you." Hei Zhi finally came to, opening his eyes and rushing towards Yang Zongbao like a madwoman. Yang Zongbao's entire body was trembling now, even lifting his hand took effort. To outsiders, it seemed he had no way to defend against Hei Zhi's attack.

  But just as Heizhi's fist was only an arm's length away from Yang Zongbao, Yang Zongbao pulled out a shiny scalpel from his pocket and made a cut on the back of her wrist along with Heizhi's hand.

  "Ah..."

  A shrill scream pierced through the darkness of the deserted Yang mansion like a bolt of thunder that shattered the silence.

  Hei Zhi hugged his own arm and crouched on the ground, his whole body stained with blood.

  Yang Zongbao didn't give his opponent a chance to catch their breath, and in a few quick steps he rushed forward, lifting his foot towards the black branch's temple.

  "Stop." Uncle Mei's manager spoke out at the same time to stop him.

  Mei Shu pushed Yang Zongbao to one side, and the steward picked up a black branch and ran to the other side.

  Yang Zongbao fell to the ground, without any strength left, coughing violently and spitting out more bloody foam.

  Mei Shu originally intended to save Heizhi, because Yang Zongbao's kick was too terrifying. But he didn't expect that Yang Zongbao would fall with just a light push. Mei Shu felt some regret and was about to go forward to help Yang Zongbao up, but was preempted by Mei Wenxin who helped Yang Zongbao up first. Originally, Mei Shu wanted to say a few comforting words or pretend that nothing had happened. But when he saw the look in Yang Zongbao's eyes, Mei Shu felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, a chill ran from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head, and his whole body was covered in goosebumps. This feeling only occurred when Old Master was still alive. Now, he didn't know why Yang Zongbao's gaze made him feel like he was looking at a dead person. It was as if he was looking at a lifeless creature. Mei Shu almost lost control and attacked Yang Zongbao, wanting to nip the danger in the bud.

  "Manager, Uncle Mei, I'm sorry, Yang Zongbao's injury is too severe, I'll help him back to rest." Mei Wenxin supported Yang Zongbao as they slowly disappeared into the darkness.

  "Lao Mei, what's going on with you? You suddenly had a killing aura." The manager asked while examining the black branch. A martial artist is very sensitive to changes in someone's aura, and earlier there was an instant where Uncle Mei's killing aura overflowed, which didn't escape the manager's perception.

  "Perhaps we will regret today's events in the future." Mei Shu looked at the direction Yang Zongbao disappeared with a cold sweat on his back. Regardless of the background and status of both parties, regardless of the disparity in their military strength, it was as if everyone did not want to face a madman. Yang Zongbao usually looked gentle and soft, but unexpectedly had such madness deep down. What Yang Zongbao revealed to Mei Shu at that moment was a contradictory combination of coldness and madness. But why did he let himself see it? Without any cover-up, without any obstruction, it was exposed nakedly in front of him. What does that mean? Does it mean that he has finally stopped pretending, or is it an official declaration of war?

  Yang Zongbao did not realize the meaning of his gaze towards Mei Shu, and even he himself didn't know what it meant. Because the physical pain could no longer be suppressed, his lungs were injured, so he spat out blood foam.

  "Do you have a car?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked Mei Wenxin who was supporting him.

  "Has..." Mei Wenxin was taken aback for a moment, but still answered truthfully.

  "Take me somewhere."

  "Where?"

  "Mr. Yu Tie's home." Yang Zongbao said before fainting.

  Mei Wenxi bit her teeth and carried Yang Zongbao's weak body on her back.

  Yang Zongbao woke up again, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling with 80s posters on it, knowing that he had arrived at the right place. Plus, his lungs felt much more comfortable, not like they were burning before he fainted.

  "Are you awake?" Yu Tie Nan entered the room with a basin of water.

  "Traditional Chinese medicine is great." Yang Zongbao replied irrelevantly.

  "You're afraid I'll ask you why it's like this? Don't worry, if you don't want to say, I won't ask. It was when you were unconscious that Mei Wenxin suddenly called me and asked me to save your life. I thought to myself, 'This kid has gotten into trouble again.' When I brought you here, it was a real mess. If it wasn't for my grandfather, you'd probably be gone by now." Yu Tie Nan naturally lifted up Yang Zongbao's clothes and used the medicinal water in the bowl to wipe down his chest.

  As soon as the medicine was applied to his body, Yang Zongbao felt a refreshing coolness and let out a comfortable sigh: "Your grandfather's medicine is really effective."

  "Shut up, my grandfather said your lungs are shattered into pieces. If we take you to the hospital, they'll have to operate on you. Luckily, my grandfather is a skilled doctor and managed to control it for now, so no surgery is needed temporarily." Yu Tie Nan gave Yang Zong Bao a white eye.

  "You can just forget it." Yang Zongbao said with his mouth, but he still lay there quietly and didn't move.

  "He didn't even brag." Mr. Yu, the old master of the Yu family, walked in with a teapot and sat down beside Yang Zongbao, saying: "Who did you provoke? This time it's not light at all. When you came in, your exhalation was more than your inhalation."

  "This I believe. Hehe, isn't this what you came for?" Yang Zongbao accompanied with a smile. It's very comfortable now, at least much better than the half-dead state earlier. That's why he could say a few more words.

  "You've become so glib and smooth-tongued, where has that steady and serious attitude of yours gone?" Old Master Yu criticized on the surface, but was actually quite pleased.

  "What I said is true." Yang Zongbao knew that Old Master Yu was joking, so he took it easy.

  "Seriously speaking, this injury will keep you in bed for over a month. Who hit you so hard?"

  "Some household chores." Yang Zongbao said casually.

  "It seems that your family affairs are not small." Old Master Yu was also not a simpleton, and he instinctively felt that Yang Zongbao's words hid something.

  "It's okay."

  "Take a good rest." Old Master Yu saw that Yang Zongbao was unwilling to speak and didn't plan to pry further: "There are many cockroaches at the door, you don't tell me clearly, I also can't stop them. Forget it, forget it, if you don't say anything then let's just drop it."

  Yu Lao Yezi finished speaking and took his tea pot, slipping out of the room. This house only had two rooms, and the other one was where his precious snake lived, so it seemed that tonight he would have to sleep in the wooden porch outside. Just now when he said that the few small cats outside couldn't be dealt with by himself alone, that was just modesty; if things really got serious, this whole family were snakes, and some of them were even venomous - taking care of a few people wouldn't be a problem.

  "My grandfather is angry," said Yu Tiernan with an expressionless face.

  "Ah, I was wrong, tell Master Yu that I'll make it clear another day." Yang Zongbao could only apologize sincerely.

  "Alright, Yang Zongbao, I feel like you have a lot of secrets on you?" Yu Tiernan said as he carried the medicine tray out the door.

  “……”

  Yang Zongbao was speechless and could only remain silent.

  Suddenly a fragrance wafted in, and Mei Wenxin leaned against Yang Zongbao's bedside.

  "You see, I'm nothing but a piece of crap. If you can't learn to protect yourself, your fate will be worse than mine." Yang Zongbao said with self-deprecation, which moved the wound on his chest and caused him to cough.

  "Be careful, I know." Mei Wenxin gently helped Yang Zongbao smooth out his breath and softly said: "You helped me, I remember."

  "Don't have to remember, just remember to protect yourself. There is no one in this world worth giving up on yourself."

  Yang Zongbao finished speaking and a strong drowsiness came over him. Earlier, Yu Tiannan had given him some medicine before going out, which was probably to induce sleep.

  "You're worth it." Mei Wenxi gazed at Yang Zongbao with a dazed expression, this man had saved her in the most critical moment. She was indeed like that black branch said, a broken shoe, but Yang Zongbao didn't despise her and still took her in, although she didn't know under what name he did so. In any case, he provided her with a shelter from the wind and rain. Now that beast of a stepfather had to bow his head and bend his back when seeing her, all this was thanks to the refined man before her eyes. So even if the situation of the man in front of her was difficult, as long as he didn't let her go, she would stay by his side forever.

  "Don't stare again, his face is about to be stared into a hole."

  Yu Tie Nan said, leaning against the door frame.