Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The once spacious security office room was instantly crammed full.

The group of people had bloodshot eyes, clutching broken shovels, half-broken bricks, and rusty wrenches, their bodies radiating a ferocious, predatory aura.

The long-faced clerk looked at the group of menacing, rough men, then glanced at his colleague who was trembling with fear beside him, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He forced a strained, awkward laugh: "Isn't this Brother Hei? What are you doing here?"

Old Black ignored him.

He dragged the rusty iron rod to the desk, his cold gaze sweeping over the scattered playing cards, half-peeled peanuts, and the two bottles of loose liquor that had just been opened and were emitting a pungent smell.

Under the suspicious gazes of several security officers, Lao Hei stretched out his dark, rough hand, grabbed a handful of peanuts from the plate, tilted his head back, and dumped them all into his mouth.

The crisp chewing sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.

Then, Lao Hei grabbed the bottle of bulk liquor on the table, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.

Spicy liquor dripped from the corner of his mouth, wetting his collar.

Old Hei wiped his mouth with the back of his hand without expression, and without even turning his head, casually tossed the remaining half bottle of wine behind him.

The man behind him caught the bottle, didn't even look at the security officers, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then wiped his mouth and handed it to the brother next to him.

The wine bottles were passed silently from hand to hand among the men of Kaoshantun.

The long-faced clerk's facial muscles twitched as he looked at the group of rough men who had taken over the reins.

He forced himself to take half a step forward, forcing a dry laugh: "Hey, Brother Hei, what are you guys up to?"

"monkey."

Old Hei suddenly spoke up, "I'm asking you, are any of the people here who beat you and Erzhuzi up in the second canteen back then?"

The bottle just happened to fall into the monkey's hands.

He's only sixteen years old and has never drunk such strong bulk liquor before.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp, the spicy liquor burning down his throat, choking him and causing him to cough violently, his eyes turning red.

Upon hearing Lao Hei's words, Monkey hastily wiped the tears and alcohol from his face with his rough sleeve, his eyes instantly turning fierce as he scanned the faces in the room.

His gaze instantly locked onto the fat clerk huddled in the innermost corner.

"have!"

The monkey gritted his teeth and pointed, "That fatso huddled in the back! When Erzhuzi fell to the ground, it was this bastard who led the way, stomping on Erzhuzi's head with his leather shoes!"

The fat clerk who was called out shuddered violently, and all the color drained from his face instantly.

He desperately tried to squeeze his obese body into the corner, waving his hands wildly in front of his chest, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "No...it wasn't me, I didn't! You must have mistaken me, I didn't go there at noon..."

Old Hei ignored his sophistry, dragging the rusty iron rod in his hand, his shoe soles crushing the broken glass on the ground, and headed straight for the corner.

Seeing this, the long-faced clerk felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly stepped in front of him, forcing a smile as he reached out to stop him: "Brother Heizi, we're all from the same factory, let's talk this out..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could even utter the word "good," a powerful slap interrupted him.

"Who the hell is brothers with you, you bastard!"

Old Hei slammed his iron bar down on the concrete, his voice chillingly cold: "Get out of my way! If you dare utter another fart, I'll cripple you too!"

The long-faced clerk covered his swollen cheek, a flash of resentment suddenly appearing deep in his downcast eyes.

But he didn't dare to look up and meet her gaze. He scrambled away like a stray dog, huddled against the wall, and curled up into a ball.

Old Hei stepped over the mess on the ground and strode up to Fatty.

He stood like a black tower, towering over the muddy mess, the iron rod scraping against the cement floor with a harsh sound.

"Which leg stepped on it?"

The fat officer was terrified, his obese body desperately shrinking into the corner as he cried and begged for mercy: "Brother Hei... Brother Hei, I was wrong! I was just messing around, I lost control, and I hit him too hard..."

"Which leg kicked?"

The chubby officer's vision blurred, his face streaked with snot and tears, yet he desperately waved his hands, pleading, "Brother Black, please spare me! I have a wife and children at home..."

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

Old Hei didn't even lift his eyelids, a cruel sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Fine, since you won't tell me, then I'll choose a leg for you."

Before he finished speaking, Old Hei flicked his wrist, and the rusty iron rod, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slammed down hard on Fat Cadre's right knee.

"Snap!"

The muffled sound of bones shattering exploded instantly.

"ah--!"

The chubby clerk let out a pig-like scream, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets: "My leg! It's broken! Broken! It hurts so much!"

He clutched his knee, bent at an eerie angle, and rolled frantically on the shards of glass, his piercing screams echoing through the hall: "Help! Murder—ah!"

Old Hei didn't even frown, just tilted his head and said, "Monkey, come here. How did he hit you? Hit him back!"

The monkey, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, pounced on the fat clerk upon hearing this, kicking him relentlessly in the stomach and thighs with his big feet, which were clad in hard-soled yellow rubber shoes.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ah! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! Someone's going to die—" The fat officer was covered in blood, writhing on the ground like a fat white maggot, his screams were all split.

After a dozen or so heavy kicks, the fat officer's screams grew weaker and weaker until only faint groans of gasping for breath remained. He lay convulsing in the blood-soaked water filled with shards of glass, like a rag doll.

But the monkey's eyes were bloodshot, it was panting heavily, gritted its teeth, and raised its foot to continue kicking as hard as it could.

Old Hei stretched out his large, rough hand, grabbed the back of the monkey's collar, and forcefully pulled him back.

"Alright, that's enough," Old Black said in a deep voice. "If you hit him any more, he'll be dead."

The monkey stopped what it was doing, its eyes bloodshot as it stared at the mangled flesh on the ground, its chest heaving violently, and spat a mouthful of saliva onto the ground.

Old Hei turned around, dragging his blood-dripping iron rod, his dead fish-like eyes sweeping over the few officers who were already cowering in the corner, terrified.

The iron rod slammed heavily on the concrete floor.

"Now, I'm asking you, where is Wang Guowei?"

The remaining officers' psychological defenses completely crumbled after being swept over by that gaze filled with a strong sense of bloodlust.

The skinny cadre was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly, his crotch dripping with yellow fluid as he wailed, "In the backyard! Just now... I don't know where that bastard Wang Guowei brought back that lousy roast duck, everyone who ate it got diarrhea! We've all taken turns going to the toilet several times already, and he couldn't hold it in either, so he went to the backyard toilet!"

Old Hei glanced at the remaining half of the glistening roast duck on the table and nodded coldly.

Dragging that rusty iron rod, exuding an unyielding ferocity, he led a dozen or so men from Kaoshantun, their eyes bloodshot, across the threshold and headed straight for the outhouse in the backyard.

……

Let's chat about the latest plot with the readers who have been following this far.

I have indeed made several major revisions over the past two days, which has caused trouble for everyone.

The main storyline is the Red Star Machinery Factory, which has now reached a crucial fork in the road. The further I write, the more I realize a problem: Zhao Shanhe, from the very beginning, has a tough, direct personality, which is well-suited to breaking the deadlock and leading his brothers forward.

He's suited for hunting, for fighting back, for overturning tables, and for smashing things down in the hardest way possible.

However, the storyline of Hongxing Machinery Factory involves factory affairs, wages, cadres, work groups, the security department, veteran workers, and relationships with the city, which naturally makes it more complicated. If we continue to delve deeper, it could easily turn into factory infighting, meetings, and power struggles, and the tone would be quite different from the style of the book at the beginning.

This is also why I've been experiencing writer's block and updating less frequently lately.

It's not that I'm being lazy. I actually wrote quite a lot these past two days, and the deleted drafts totaled more than 10,000 words. But after I finished writing, I felt that a lot of the content was not right, not satisfying enough, and not like Zhao Shanhe at all.

Ultimately, it was due to a lack of experience that led Zhao Shanhe into a place completely incompatible with his own personality. However, the Red Star Factory storyline has already been written for so long that we can't abandon it. So I want to ask everyone's true thoughts.

The first approach: The investigation at Hongxing Machinery Factory continues. After Zhao Shanhe returns, he continues to fight against Gao Wenbin, the work group, and the city officials, exposing all the corrupt people, bad accounts, and bad rules in the factory.

The second option is to quickly resolve the Red Star Machinery Factory storyline. After Zhao Shanhe returns, he should rescue his brothers, settle scores with his enemies, reclaim his own resources, and then start anew with those willing to follow him, returning to the path he excels at. These people and the remaining debts will also be dealt with, but Zhao Shanhe shouldn't be bogged down in factory affairs and power struggles for too long.

My personal concern now is whether continuing to delve deeper will deviate from the original flavor of the book; but if we end it directly, I'm afraid that the conflicts at the Red Star Factory that were laid out earlier won't be fully explained.

So I'd like to hear everyone's honest thoughts.

Those of you who have followed this far should be the ones who understand the essence of this book best. You probably even remember some of the character relationships and details better than I do. Feel free to tell me which path you'd like to see next, or point out any parts of this book that you found uncomfortable.

I apologize again for making too many revisions these past two days. I will try to maintain a steady pace and avoid making frequent major changes in the future.