I have seen dragons

Chapter 17 You guys hold me back a bit
City No. 7, southern suburbs.

A deep stream flows around a large expanse of wasteland, with only a few sparse old trees on the ground. In front stands a tall factory building, its interior rumbling loudly.

Guo Yang, who only had one arm left, led Yue Wen and the others to the outside of the factory and pointed ahead, "This is it. I used to work here every day."

"Working so late is inhumane," Zhao Xing'er said softly, looking at the brightly lit factory.

Yue Wen secretly glanced at her expression, unsure whether she included herself, who was working overtime, when she said that.

I don't know why, but once someone becomes a boss, their paranoia suddenly intensifies.

You can empathize with Boss Cao right away.

Perhaps the occupational hazard of being a leader is paranoia.

"He's not human!" Guo Yang cursed again, then continued, "After we go inside, besides protecting my safety, please also hold me back. I'm afraid that if he deliberately provokes me, I might lose control and cause irreparable consequences! The most important thing today is to save my son; everything else can be tolerated."

"No problem," Yue Wen replied.

"Don't worry, Uncle." Zhao Xing'er nodded. "We will definitely control the situation."

"You must hold me back, or you really don't know... what a desperate father might do." Guo Yang took a deep breath, looked straight ahead, and straightened his chest.

He seemed to know the place well, and led the two to the side entrance of the factory, heading straight to the office on the second floor. Knocking on the door, they saw a balding, obese old man wearing glasses sitting in the boss's chair.

A classic image of a heartless boss.

Behind his desk stood two men in black suits and sunglasses, their arms crossed. Both were tall and burly, with menacing faces, and their bodies exuded a restrained yet powerful aura and abundant blood and energy; they were undoubtedly cultivators.

Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er also crossed their arms to confront him.

Guo Yang, who had just mustered some courage, suddenly hunched over again. Compared to the fierce-looking gangsters opposite him, the two young men on his side looked more like well-behaved college students.

"President Chen," he called out weakly.

"Hey, Lao Guo." The chubby boss glanced at him sideways, raised his chin, and said, "Where did you find these two young people? Are they your relatives?"

"I'm the one who asked you to help, Mr. Chen..."

Guo Yang didn't elaborate, fearing that mentioning he had hired a cultivator to help deal with the boss would displease President Chen.

"Shut up and listen to me." President Chen frowned, interrupting Guo Yang, then slowly leaned back. "Between the two of us, it's just a matter of money. There's no need to make things so tense, right?"

“Yes, Mr. Chen.” Guo Yang said humbly, “I came to work for you in the second year after you set up the factory here. It’s been almost ten years, and I’ve always been conscientious and hardworking. Back then, when we were promoting the factory, I led everyone out to hand out flyers in the freezing cold, all for free, without ever complaining. I’ve done my best for our company, even if I haven’t made any great contributions.”

"I know," General Manager Chen waved his hand. "I've seen all your hard work and you've really contributed a lot to our factory. That's why I said you should think more about me and be more understanding of my difficulties. How can you keep causing trouble?"

“Mr. Chen, I didn’t cause any trouble. I lost my arm and I’m waiting for the compensation money to have surgery, so…” Guo Yang explained.

"If only you have an accident and ask me for money, I can give it to you. But if everyone asks me for money, am I supposed to give it to them all? Over the years, everyone who's had an accident at our factory has come to me for money. Can I afford to compensate them all? People can't be so selfish!" General Manager Chen said loudly, his face stern. "You only lost an arm, but I lost my business!"

"You!" Guo Yang gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

Seeing his bullying attitude towards honest people, Yue Wen felt angry.

He turned to look at Zhao Xing'er and found that she had no expression on her face. He thought to himself that this girl had a really good temper.

However, thinking about Guo Yang's demands before coming here, Yue Wen silently suppressed the urge to punch him and decided to wait and see.

"Ahem." A burly man in sunglasses behind him cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Chen is a friend of our Tiger Head Gang. Anyone who causes trouble for him is causing trouble for us..."

His tone gradually lengthened, becoming increasingly threatening.

"Hehe." President Chen chuckled wickedly. "Old Guo, I know your family situation very well. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your son, right?"

"It really was you!" Guo Yang stood up abruptly, glaring at the fat man opposite him, his eyes bloodshot: "Where did you take my son?!"

"What are you talking about? I'm a law-abiding businessman..." President Chen vehemently denied it.

Before he could finish speaking, a white shadow flew over.

"Ho!"

A red-glowing fist slammed into his fat cheek, instantly denting it. As his face was thrown backward by the force, his entire body was lifted into the air.

boom--

Mr. Chen's head was embedded in the wall several meters behind him, his limbs twitching in mid-air. There was even a soft popping sound as the person who struck him withdrew their fist from his face. The figure standing by the wall wore a shirt and long skirt—a normally elegant outfit. But now, she was enveloped in a crimson glow, like demonic flames, her skirt and long hair fluttering wildly, giving her an indescribably ferocious appearance.

This person was none other than Zhao Xing'er!

……

The seemingly most delicate and beautiful woman in the room struck first, pinning President Chen to the wall with a single punch.

Yue Wen, who was standing nearby, didn't even realize what was happening, and neither did the two burly men from the Tiger Head Gang.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the two burly men shouted in unison, "Dare to make a move!"

Yue Wen didn't give them a chance to pounce on Zhao Xing'er. He leaped forward, also turning into a blur, and unleashed the Soaring Dragon Scattered Hand technique.

These gang thugs were all skilled in hard martial arts. The burly man on the left shouted, his arms rising high, swirling with energy. Yue Wen delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending him flying.

A tiger-like shadow rose from behind the burly man on the right, roaring and extending its claws. Yue Wen blocked it with a swift movement of his wrist. The tiger's claws caught on the flying sword bracelet, instantly breaking through the force of the attack. Blood splattered everywhere, and he screamed in agony, "Ah..."

Before the last word could even finish, Yue Wen delivered a classic backhand chop, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

These two burly men looked intimidating, but in reality, they were only at the first level of cultivation, having practiced a few clumsy martial arts techniques. They could bully ordinary people, but if they encountered a proper cultivator, to put it nicely, they would be like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, easily kicked to death without even a proper whimper.

To put it bluntly, they were completely defenseless.

After dealing with the two burly men, Yue Wen quickly stepped forward to stop Zhao Xing'er.

At this moment, the girl was filled with red light, as if she had entered a berserk mode. Not content with pinning President Chen to the wall with one punch, she pulled him out and punched him on the head again.

"You heartless bastards! They won't compensate the injured worker! Hah!" she cursed, throwing another punch.

boom!
Guo Yang was stunned. When he accepted the flyer, he never imagined that this young girl had such skills.
"You have money to pay protection money to the gang, but no money to compensate? Hah!" Zhao Xing'er cursed again, her facial features contorted in a ferocious expression as she threw her punch.

Another punch, boom!
The wall had been completely breached, and Mr. Chen's limbs, which were hanging there, were no longer twitching.

Guo Yang felt frightened and quickly stepped forward to plead, "Miss Zhao, please stop hitting him! My son is still in his hands!"

"Yes, and they even kidnapped someone's son! Hah!" Zhao Xing'er's eyes blazed with a fiery red light as she cursed again and threw another punch, shaking the entire building.

boom!
"I'm not reminding you to throw another punch!" Guo Yang tried to pull her back, but didn't dare to get too close.

"And they even make their employees hand out flyers for free! Hah!" Zhao Xing'er cursed again, flames bursting up as she swung her arm like a windmill.

boom!
"It's okay, I don't care about it," Guo Yang shouted.

On the contrary, Yue Wen, who came to mediate the fight, blushed, chuckled twice, and scratched his forehead.

Guo Yang grabbed him with one hand and hurriedly said, "Stop laughing, Boss Yue, you should talk to her."

Yue Wen was there to do this, so he quickly shouted, "Xiao Zhao, stop! You'll have to pay for the damage."

"Is this about smashing things?" Guo Yang turned his head in shock.

What's wrong with the people at your firm?

“If you break anything… deduct it from my base salary! Shibala!” Zhao Xing’er roared, her face contorted with rage, and threw another punch.

boom!
Through the crack in the wall, you could see that Mr. Chen's pig head was already flattened.

Yue Wen said urgently, "But don't forget, your base salary is only three thousand! How can that be enough to cover the losses?!"

"Is this about money, you two?" Guo Yang cried out in despair, clutching his head. "Isn't it common knowledge that murder is illegal here?"

He looked helplessly at the flat pig's head, thinking, "Who will save me... no, who will save me? This won't count as me buying it, will it? Although I did buy it, I only spent five hundred yuan."

It's not worth the price, is it?!
"Haoyougen!"

No, why are you still fighting while we're talking?
He is now clearly a desperate father.

God.

Someone please pull her away!

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)