Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

A gust of wind swept across the square where the original Dafeng Factory was located.

Among the stack of scraps of paper that Lin Yubing had smashed on the ground, an invalid indenture was swept into the air by the gust of wind.

The piece of paper floated over the towering Lingxiao Building, like a rootless withered leaf, drifting all the way to the edge of the Bright District.

"Clatter".

The piece of paper fell into a stinking slum alley and landed in a pool of dark, muddy water.

A hand covered in black mud suddenly reached out and ripped the paper away.

The crevices under his fingernails were full of blood and grime, and his nails had long since curled up.

These are Hou Liangping's hands.

He was kneeling in the back alley of a street-side noodle shop.

The tattered shirt he was wearing, its original color long since faded, emitted an unpleasant odor.

That was the smell of flesh charred by the high-voltage power grid at the construction site, mixed with the sour smell of sweat from not having showered for more than ten days.

The sweltering air, combined with this foul odor, can make anyone feel nauseous.

"Get lost! This is my territory!"

A lame homeless man bumped into Hou Liangping viciously.

The homeless man clutched a filthy bone that someone had gnawed on, grinning with yellow teeth.

Hou Liangping was knocked off balance and fell into the mud.

"I...I just found half a rotten cabbage."

His throat was so dry it felt like he was chewing sand, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

hungry.

I was so hungry that the walls of my stomach were rubbing against each other frantically.

Hou Liangping stared intently at the moldy cabbage leaf at the homeless man's feet, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Just then, the huge holographic screen on the outer wall of the noodle shop suddenly burst out with a blinding blue light.

The bright light instantly illuminated the dark, foul-smelling alley.

"Broadcast of the highest-level meeting of the Lingxiao Consortium."

The cold, mechanical voice of Yunxiao AI echoed above the alley.

In the scene, Yan Qingfeng sits on that large leather throne.

He held a glass of whiskey with ice balls in his hand, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a group of ants.

Before him knelt dozens of Middle Eastern royals worth hundreds of billions.

"Two trillion credits can be exchanged for three percent of the nuclear fusion energy supply matrix."

Yan Qingfeng's voice was completely calm as he casually mentioned the wealth that could buy an entire country.

"Sign the contract and get out now."

On the screen, the Saudi Crown Prince, high above all others, was trembling with excitement.

"Sign! We'll sign right away! Thank you, Master Yan, for giving us this opportunity!"

Even with his suit soaked with sweat, the Crown Prince still humbly kowtowed to the carpet.

Hou Liangping was frozen in the mud.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Yan Qingfeng's face on the holographic screen.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down his dirty forehead.

His mind went blank, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a barbed iron hand.

Once upon a time, he was the high-ranking anti-corruption bureau chief.

He once brought an official document with a red seal, attempting to use so-called rules to scrutinize this businessman.

But now?

They sit on the clouds, trampling global royalty and capital under their feet like dogs.

Hou Liangping, on the other hand, wasn't even worthy of being a dog of a conglomerate; he could only scavenge for garbage with beggars in this stinking ditch.

The disparity and humiliation instantly shattered his spirit.

Hou Liangping's thigh muscles spasmed uncontrollably and violently, the excruciating pain of the cramp making him gasp.

Immediately afterwards, my stomach, which had been empty for three days, began to cramp violently.

The sour bile pushed upwards along the esophagus.

"vomit--"

Hou Liangping clutched his stomach and suddenly lurched forward.

He vomited a mouthful of sour, bitter yellow liquid mixed with blood directly into the foul-smelling mud pit in front of him.

The sour smell hit his nasal cavity, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Squeak."

The back door of the noodle shop was pushed open.

The fat boss came out carrying a large plastic bucket full of grease.

"Get the hell out of here! Don't dirty my back door!"

The fat boss raised his arm, cursing.

A bucket of fermented and sour leftover noodles, mixed with dishwater, was splashed all over the floor with a "splash".

The swill splashed everywhere, soaking Hou Liangping completely.

But he didn't care about feeling disgusted at all.

He saw a piece of synthetic meat bone that someone else had left over in the mud.

Hou Liangping's eyes instantly became bloodshot.

He pounced on the piece of meat with both hands and feet, like a wild beast, and reached out to grab it.

The instant his fingertips touched the piece of meat.

A mangy stray dog ​​darted out from behind the trash can.

The stray dog ​​growled as if guarding its food, opened its mouth full of yellow teeth, and bit down hard on Hou Liangping's calf.

"ah!!"

Hou Liangping let out a miserable scream.

The wild dog's sharp teeth instantly pierced through his thin, tattered trouser leg and sank deep into the soft flesh of his calf.

Fresh blood gushed out with a "plop" and flowed down his calf.

A strong, pungent smell of rust and blood instantly filled the sweltering alley.

Hou Liangping was in so much pain that his whole body was trembling, and his teeth were chattering wildly.

He frantically waved his hands, punching the wild dog's head again and again.

The stray dog, in pain, released its grip, picked up the piece of meat, wagged its tail, and disappeared into the shadows.

Hou Liangping collapsed in the mud, clutching his bleeding calves with both hands.

His ten fingers dug into the flesh at the edge of the wound, the pain causing him to break out in a cold sweat that completely soaked through his tattered shirt.

Rain began to fall, pelting his mud-covered face.

He looked up, staring in despair at the huge holographic screen on the wall.

Yan Qingfeng's cold, godlike profile overlooked the entire world.

The light in Hou Liangping's eyes completely dissipated at that moment.

He finally understood the rule of law he had once clung to so desperately.

Compared to Yan Qingfeng's absolute technology, it's not even as impressive as a loud fart from a swill bucket.

"Hey, isn't this the once-imposing Director Hou?"

A man wearing a cleaning uniform contracted by the Lingxiao Group walked over.

He was holding a laser broom, and his uniform was spotless.

Hou Liangping's lips trembled as he struggled to lift his eyelids.

"Xiao Chen...you used to work in the bureau too..."

He reached out his blood-stained hand as if grasping at a last straw.

"Give me a hand...give me something to eat...I'm starving..."

Xiao Chen took two steps back in disgust, avoiding his dirty hands.

He pressed the laser broom in his hand directly into the muddy water in front of Hou Liangping, making a "sizzling" burning sound.

"Give you a hand? Don't be ridiculous."

Xiao Chen looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery and indifference.

"You really think you're someone important?"

Hou Liangping gasped for breath in pain, his chest heaving violently.

"I...I do know the law..."

"Law my ass!"

Xiao Chen spat directly onto the tip of Hou Liangping's shoe.

"Look up at the news. It's easier for Master Yan to crush those old European moneysters than to crush a bug."

Xiao Chen bent down and stared at Hou Liangping's lifeless face.

His tone carried a chilling cruelty.

"Don't even mention you, you undocumented rat. Do you know what happened to all those powerful backers you used to have?"

Hou Liangping's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of bloody, acidic water.

"What...what happened to them?"

Xiao Chen sneered and turned on the holographic projector on his wrist.

"Take a look for yourself."

"Just ten minutes ago, in the serious offender ward of Qincheng Prison in Beijing."

"Your arrogant young master Zhao Ruilong is currently eating shit while crawling in a ditch for half a moldy, hairy steamed bun."