Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

Without a word, Sha Zhu rushed to the loading and unloading area again. When he found the young worker surnamed Wang who was moving boxes, the young man was terrified. Before he could be questioned, the young man tearfully confessed, "Master He, it really...it really wasn't me who started it! I heard it from Sister Li in charge of the warehouse in the administration department...she said the whole factory knows about it now..."

Administrative Section? The one in charge of the warehouse, Sister Li?

Sha Zhu's heart sank, and an even more ominous premonition enveloped him. The Administrative Department… it wasn't far from the Publicity Department!

Like a tireless beast driven only by rage, he stormed into the administrative office again. When he found Sister Li, she was organizing documents and looked surprised and uneasy when she saw Sha Zhu.

Under Sha Zhu's almost fiery gaze, Sister Li's expression shifted, and she finally sighed, lowering her voice to say, "Zhu Zi, you...you shouldn't be like this. This matter...sigh, I only heard it from someone else. It's...it's Xu the projectionist from the propaganda department...Xu Damao. The day before yesterday, when he came to our department to deliver propaganda materials, he was chatting with a few people, and they mentioned..."

Speaking of the personal problems that some young employees have now, besides their own conditions, sometimes family background and family values ​​are also very important... Then... then he gave some examples and said a few words... about some rumors about your father in his early years... He said he heard it from the older people in the factory and reminded everyone to pay attention to the impact of this... I... I just listened at the time, I didn't expect it to spread later..."

Xu Damao!

Xu Damao!!

It really was him! It really was that persistent, venomous bastard!

All the fragmented clues, all the vague directions, converged at this moment into a single, crystal-clear name that made one's teeth itch with hatred and blood run cold—Xu! Da! Mao!

It was him! It was this grandson! Spreading rumors behind his back! Dredging up his father's most shameful past and spreading it throughout the entire factory! Trampling his "family values" into the mud! Destroying his chances of finding a partner! Making him a laughingstock! Cutting off his escape route!

"ah--!!!"

A fierce and furious roar, like that of a wounded beast, suddenly burst from Sha Zhu's throat! This roar contained too much—years of resentment towards his father for abandoning him, the humiliation of yesterday's social gathering, the frustration of being talked about and pointed at by the whole factory, and the murderous intent that had finally erupted after finding the culprit!

Old and new grudges collided and exploded at this moment! The overwhelming rage instantly consumed the last shred of his reason! Factory rules! Punishments! Consequences! To hell with them all! He now had only one thought: find Xu Damao! Kill him! Even if it meant mutual destruction, he would tear this bastard who had ruined everything to shreds!

He whirled around, like a mad bull completely out of control, and charged out of the administration department. His eyes, bloodshot, scanned his surroundings, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. His gaze landed on an open-air repair shop not far away, where some repair tools were scattered.

He rushed over and immediately spotted a solid iron bar about the thickness of a forearm, a meter long, with rust and oil stains on one end. He couldn't tell if it was a crowbar or something else.

Without a second thought, Sha Zhu bent down and picked up the heavy, cold, and hard iron rod! It felt heavy in his hand, carrying the characteristic deathly aura of metal. He weighed it in his hand, then gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The cold touch of the iron rod did not calm him down; instead, it felt like a bucket of hot oil poured onto the fire of anger in his heart!

"Xu Damao! I'll kill you today, or I'm not a He!!"

He let out a deafening roar, gripping a stick in both hands, his eyes bloodshot, exuding a terrifying murderous aura, like a vengeful demon god crawling out of hell. He strode forward and ran wildly toward the office building—the direction of the propaganda department!

It was a little past nine in the morning, past the morning rush hour, but the factory area was still bustling with people. Workers were going to the workshops, picking up materials, or handling official business. Sha Zhu, wielding a weapon, looking like a madman, running and roaring wildly, instantly attracted everyone's attention!

"My God! Is that Sha Zhu?!"

"What is he doing with that iron rod?!"

"Look at his eyes! They're so red they look like he's about to kill someone!"

"He went towards the office building! That's the publicity department!"

"Something terrible has happened! Someone's going to die!" Exclamations and screams instantly erupted throughout the factory area! Countless workers stared in disbelief at this horrifying scene, and some timid female workers even covered their mouths in fright.

Wherever Sha Zhu passed, the crowd scrambled to the sides in terror, as if waves had been cleaved apart, fearing being struck by this menacing figure or swept by his iron rod.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching nearby workshops and departments in an instant. More people peered out of doors and windows, staring in shock at the frenzied figure wielding an iron rod and running wildly down the factory's main road.

In the office building, Xu Damao was in an exceptionally good mood today. Yesterday, Sha Zhu made a complete fool of himself at the social gathering, and today everyone in the factory knew about He Daqing running off with the widow. He could almost see Sha Zhu completely ruined and never able to recover.

He was sitting in the propaganda department's office, legs crossed, holding a copy of the Workers' Daily, pretending to read it, while secretly planning which leader he would "casually" mention Sha Zhu's "family style problem" to at noon, to make the fire burn even brighter.

Suddenly, an unusual commotion and disturbance came from outside the window, mixed with exclamations and shouts of "...Shazhu...Tiegun..."

Xu Damao initially paid no attention; what day was it without some commotion? But the commotion grew closer and louder, accompanied by heavy, hurried footsteps and a series of ferocious roars that he knew all too well:

"Xu Damao! Get the hell out here!"

"Xu Damao! I'll fuck your ancestors! Today I'll take your life!"

That voice, filled with deep-seated hatred and undisguised killing intent, was like a death knell from hell, instantly shattering all of Xu Damao's comfort and pride!

The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and his face turned deathly pale! He sprang up from his chair, rushed to the window, pushed it open, and looked outside—

Down on the factory road, He Yuzhu, that damned brute, was brandishing a thick, long, dark iron rod in both hands, charging towards the office building like a completely crazed beast, his eyes bloodshot, roaring his name! The workers along the way were terrified and scattered, creating chaos!

Xu Damao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, as if the blood in his body had frozen instantly! His soul seemed to flee! His liver and gallbladder shattered!

How could he have known?! How could he possibly know it was me so quickly?! And he even came to my door with an iron bar?! Judging by his attitude, it's clearly a fight to the death!

"Oh my god! Help!" Xu Damao screamed in terror, his voice distorted. He no longer cared about dignity or calculation; his survival instinct overwhelmed everything! He turned and rushed out of the office. In his panic, his legs went weak, and he almost tripped over the threshold and fell flat on his face. He scrambled out of the propaganda department's door.

"Stop him! Stop that madman!" Xu Damao shouted hoarsely to his colleagues in the corridor who were also startled and peering out, as he ran towards the stairwell in a panic. "Shazhu is going to kill someone! Stop him!"

Without looking back, he ran wildly down the stairs, wanting only to escape the building as quickly as possible and get as far away from that vengeful devil as possible! He didn't care about face or image at this moment; saving his life was the most important thing!

The office building erupted in chaos! People from all departments rushed to the corridors and windows, and were all stunned to see Sha Zhu running wildly downstairs with a weapon in his hand and Xu Damao scrambling to escape upstairs!

"My God! What a fool!"

"He's carrying an iron bar! Someone could die!"

"Quick! Go and get someone to stop him!"

"Security department! Go call security department right now!"

Some brave and quick-thinking male employees immediately rushed downstairs to try to stop Sha Zhu. Most others, however, panicked and were in complete disarray.

Sha Zhu had already rushed to the bottom of the office building. He ignored those who tried to stop him, stared intently at the entrance of the office building, and brandished an iron bar, ready to rush in.

"Zhu Zi! Stop! Are you crazy?!" An old worker who knew him tried to hug him.

"Get out of the way!" Sha Zhu roared, swinging his arm violently. The iron rod swept across with a whoosh. Although it didn't hit anyone, its terrifying momentum forced the old worker to retreat repeatedly.

Several more young and strong workers rushed up from behind, grabbing him tightly around the waist and pulling at his arms as he swung the iron bar: "Master He! Calm down! Put the bar down! Let's talk this out!"

"Let me go! I'm going to kill that bastard Xu Damao!" Sha Zhu struggled like a trapped beast, his strength was astonishing, and two or three people couldn't hold him down. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he kept spewing the most vicious curses at Xu Damao. He waved the iron rod wildly, scaring the people around him away.

"Xu Damao! You come out here! Don't you dare run away! I'll skin you alive today!" Sha Zhu roared into the office building as he struggled.

At that moment, Xu Damao had already scrambled out of the office building through a small side door. Like a headless fly, he was running frantically through the factory area, glancing back in terror every now and then, afraid to see the terrifying figure wielding an iron rod chasing after him. He deliberately sought out crowded places with buildings for cover, wanting only to escape this dangerous area as quickly as possible.

More and more people gathered in front of the office building. The workers in the workshop heard the commotion and rushed over, forming a dense crowd around Sha Zhu, who was holding an iron rod and struggling and roaring wildly despite being held tightly by several people.

The scene was extremely chaotic, tense, and out of control! Exclamations, cries for help, Sha Zhu's angry roar, and Xu Damao's faint screams of terror... all intertwined, and the entire office area of ​​the steel rolling mill was completely paralyzed and in an uproar at this moment!

On this bright sunny morning, a violent conflict, ignited by rumors, driven by hatred, and ultimately escalating into a factory-wide spectacle, suddenly erupted!