From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Just as the crowd parted a little, another bald man squeezed out from the back row.

He was a burly man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a thick wooden stick in his hand.

Three men followed behind him, each clutching a weapon.

The four people lined up in a row, blocking the way down the steps.

The few people who had just slipped to the side of the road stopped and hunched their necks to look back.

The curly-haired village woman stopped running and hid behind the bald man, straightening her back again.

The bald man stepped forward, his chest almost touching Lu Yunzhou's.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the pungent smell of stale alcohol mixed with betel nut assaulted my senses.

Lu Yunzhou frowned, realizing the situation: the people in front who were wailing were just putting on an act, while these few were the ones who were paid to do the work.

"Hey Lu, stop trying to fool people with a few scraps of paper."

The bald man tapped his palm repeatedly with a wooden stick. "Someone died on your construction site. Hand over 500,000 today, and this matter will be over. If you don't, you won't be driving that car off this street."

Just as the on-duty police officer was about to step forward, the skinny man behind the bald man stretched out his arm to stop him.

The skinny man shouted that the family members were emotionally agitated, but he wouldn't budge an inch.

Lu Yunzhou didn't back down, but stared at the bald man and asked him what his relationship was with the deceased.

The bald man said he was the deceased's cousin.

Lu Yunzhou then asked him what his cousin's full name was.

The bald man's mouth was open, and his tongue was tied in a knot.

He turned to look at the skinny guy, who whispered two words in his ear.

"Zhang...Zhang Tieniu!"

His bald head and stiff neck were stiff.

Lu Yunzhou laughed out loud.

Zhang Tieniu is registered as a single person; his parents have long since passed away, his wife left three years ago, and he hasn't even registered a distant relative.

The bald man initially called out "Ma Jianguo," but corrected himself after being reminded.

This relative was recognized this morning.

"I have to ask your cousin's last name right now, this cousin is really making things easy."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and dusted off his shoulders. "Five hundred thousand? How much did Wu Jian'an pay for this play?"

The moment the name Wu Jian'an was uttered, the fat on the bald man's face twitched.

The three men behind them exchanged a glance and gripped their sticks even tighter.

Knowing that dragging this out would expose his true colors, the bald man cursed and swung his wooden stick at Lu Yunzhou's head.

There were screams all around, and everyone holding up their phones jumped back.

Lu Yunzhou raised his left hand and grabbed the baton that was about to fall.

The bald man pressed down with all his might, but the stick didn't budge.

He tried to pull it back, but still couldn't get it out, and his face turned a deep liver color.

Lu Yunzhou clenched his five fingers, and the true energy of creation within his body pressed down through his palm.

A snap.

The solid wood stick shattered into several pieces in his hand, and wood chips fell through his fingers and landed on the bald man's shoes.

An imposing aura emanated from Lu Yunzhou.

The bald man who was closest to the step suddenly buckled, and his knee hit the edge of the step.

The weapons in the hands of the three men behind them fell to the ground, and none of them dared to bend down to pick them up.

The curly-haired village woman covered her mouth and shuffled backward with her buttocks pressed against the ground.

Lu Yunzhou released his grip and tossed the remaining half of the wooden stick into the bald man's arms.

"This money was taken from the pocket of the King of Hell."

He looked down at the bald man and said, "You may be alive to take it, but you might not be alive to spend it."

The bald man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Yunzhou stepped down the stairs.

People blocking the way moved to the sides, making way in the middle, and no one dared to touch the hem of his clothes.

He opened the car door, got in, and started the car.

The group of people in the rearview mirror were still standing there, the banner lying on the ground, rolled twice by the wind.

The bald man knelt on the steps, staring at the half-finished wooden stick in his hand. His lips moved, but he didn't utter a sound.

At 11 p.m., Ye Zhiwei sent a location.

On the outskirts of the city, there is a car repair shop that has been closed for two years.

Lu Yunzhou left the main urban area and the car turned onto a cement road without streetlights, with wasteland on both sides.

After driving for more than forty minutes, the headlights swept across a row of rusty tin shacks.

This place is five or six kilometers away from the nearest village. Even if someone shouts themselves hoarse inside, no one outside can hear them.

He knew in his heart that Li Zhenhua had instructed him not to make any moves against Wu Jian'an in private, but if this man didn't speak up, Yuan Chuan would have to keep carrying the burden of this life.

Half of the roller shutter door was stuck in the guide rail and couldn't be removed, with patches of paint peeling off here and there.

A dim yellow light shone through the crack in the door, and the smells of engine oil and rust wafted out all at once.

There was a man talking inside, shouting at the top of his lungs.

A concrete load-bearing column stands in the middle of the factory building.

Wu Jian'an was tied to a pillar with hemp rope. The scar on his right cheek stretched from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth. His coat was torn in half, and he was only wearing one shoe.

The man was tied up, but his chin was held high, and he didn't exhale the long-extinguished cigarette from his mouth.

Ye Zhiwei stood opposite him, wearing a black short leather jacket, tight jeans, and her hair tied in a ponytail, twirling a folding knife in her hand.

Wu Jian'an's eyes lingered on her, sliding down her face to her waist, and then down to her long legs encased in jeans, his gaze blatantly fixed on her.

"Girl, you've tied that knot really well," Wu Jian'an licked his lips. "Do you tie men up like this in bed at night too?"

Ye Zhiwei didn't even lift her eyelids, and the knife spun around between her fingers again.

Wu Jian'an thought she was embarrassed, so he straightened his body forward, not caring that the rope was digging into his arm.

"What did you spray on yourself? The smell made my legs go weak."

He stretched his neck and sniffed twice. "Loosen the rope, I'll show you something more exciting."

Ye Zhiwei looked up at him, her face expressionless.

The next second, she raised her leg and kicked Wu Jian'an in the right ribs.

A dull thud.

Wu Jian'an's screams echoed throughout the factory, his body curled up in a ball, and dust fell from the pillars.

The cigarette fell from his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, wincing in pain.

After catching his breath, he raised his head, a smile still on his face, but the smile was twisted and ugly, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness.

The iron gate creaked open.

Lu Yunzhou walked in, his shoes crunching on the pile of iron scraps.

Ye Zhiwei slammed the knife shut and raised her chin at him: "This bastard's mouth is too foul, I'll collect some interest for you first."

Lu Yunzhou glanced at Wu Jian'an's collapsed ribs, feeling no sympathy whatsoever.

"Just one broke?"

He glanced at Ye Zhiwei, "You're still too soft-hearted when you kick her."

Ye Zhiwei snorted, leaned close to his ear and whispered that she had kept the little thing that this grandson cared about most, waiting for him to come and deal with it himself.

Wu Jian'an recognized the person who had come in, paused for two seconds, then grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

"Hey, Boss Lu, the main character has finally arrived."

He leaned against a pillar. "Having a woman tie me up and bring me to this dump in the middle of the night, that's illegal detention, don't you understand?"

Lu Yunzhou didn't reply. He walked two steps away from him, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

Wu Jian'an felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze, but his words only became more defiant.

"I have connections; you can't afford to offend me."

He raised his head and said, "If you know what's good for you, let me go right now and give me ten million to pay for my medical expenses and emotional distress, and I'll pretend this never happened."

Lu Yunzhou asked him who brought the body into the construction site and who was standing next to it when it was thrown off the tower crane.

Wu Jian'an licked his cheek and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

"What corpse? I don't understand."

He grinned and said, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare, then see if your crappy Yuanchuan can still operate."