Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

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Everyone knows that with Ming's despicable character, there's no way he would travel this far just to watch someone beat up a child...

Okay, okay, this guy's love of watching the drama is exactly the same as all Chinese people... but this is definitely impossible!

Sure enough, as soon as Ma Guoqiang and his family disappeared into the building, Zhang Qiliang turned around and said, "With a kid who likes to hit people like this, what will happen to him in the future?"

"We will definitely educate them properly." "We will strictly discipline them." "We promise they will never do it again." "Don't worry, I will follow you wherever you go from now on, I will never leave your side." The parents all expressed their commitment.

Whether Zhang Qiliang believes it or not, nobody knows.

Anyway, the people around didn't really believe it.

"Pooh!"

"hehe!"

“Last week, the week before last, these little bastards... these little brats were also hanging around this area. I saw at least three or four kids get beaten up, but they were just unlucky, Xiao Ze's matter got blown up!”

"Damn it, what are we going to do?"

"What else can we do? Just tell the kids not to come to this area again. If we can't afford to mess with them, we can at least avoid them."

"Keep your children indoors as much as possible."

"If you absolutely have to go out, you have to go with them yourself; I won't feel at ease if you don't."

In cyberspace... or rather, in the realm of emotional processing, people no longer believe a single word!

“I was cornered three times in elementary school. Each time, the other parent came to the school and said, ‘We’ll definitely discipline him properly when he gets home.’ The first time, after I said that, his son threw my pencil case in the trash the next day. The second time, after I said that, his son brought two steel pipes. The third time, I didn’t dare tell the teacher. My dad found out, rushed to the school, dragged that kid out of the classroom, and slapped him three times in front of his homeroom teacher. And then it was over. What works is never discipline, but slaps.”

“When I was in the second year of junior high school, someone stole my allowance. The other person’s parents came to apologize, and they were incredibly nice. They even slapped their own son across the face and bought me a carton of milk. I thought it was all over. But the next day, their son came to me with the money for the milk and said, ‘The milk my mom bought for you was paid for by my family, so you have to pay me back.’”

“My daughter was in third grade when her classmate put a caterpillar in her backpack. She cried every day. When we talked to the other boy’s parents, the other mother said, ‘It’s just kids playing around. Your family is being too sensitive.’ Later, my daughter transferred schools. I heard that the boy later pushed another classmate down the stairs, and the school finally expelled him.”

"Have you noticed that these promises all come from the same training course—'They'll definitely educate them,' 'They'll be strictly disciplined,' 'They won't do it again.' They don't even believe it themselves when they say it. But once they leave this room, they'll still protect their own and act as if they don't care. Don't believe me? Ask these kids. Are they afraid of the police? Are they afraid of punishment? Are they afraid of demerits? They're only afraid of one thing: getting beaten. They only know the pain when they get beaten themselves."

“Look, that’s what everyone thinks,” Zhang Qiliang shook his head helplessly. “I’ll help you out.”

As he spoke, Zhang Qiliang waved to someone a dozen steps away.

There stood a middle-aged man, in his early forties, wearing a shiny apron, arms crossed, watching the commotion on tiptoe.

Seeing Zhang Qiliang's actions, the man was stunned for a moment, then quickly pointed to himself.

Zhang Qi nodded: "That dog meat restaurant across the street, is that yours?"

The middle-aged man nodded subconsciously: "Yes, that's right."

How much did those dogs cost?

Zhang Qiliang was pointing to several large iron cages placed side by side at the entrance of the shop, containing more than a dozen meat dogs, presumably to advertise that the dogs were slaughtered fresh.

The middle-aged man was puzzled, but quickly quoted a price. Zhang Qiliang's lips twitched, and he took out a stack of bills from his pocket and handed them over.

Ownership changed hands.

Zhang Qiliang raised his hand and gently swished it—a wisp of faint green mist emanated from the meat dogs in the cage. The dogs immediately became much more listless, lying down with their chins resting on their front paws and their tails no longer wagging.

A green mist drifted over from afar, swirled twice in Zhang Qiliang's palm, and gathered into a few small specks of light.

The next moment, Zhang Qiliang gently turned his finger.

The first point of light drifted out and entered the body of a child on the other side. — The child was standing on the far right, and he and his parent were the last to arrive. He had just been pinched twice by his mother and was sobbing.

In less than two seconds, the crying changed.

First, it got stuck—as if something was blocking its throat, and the crying turned into a series of muffled sobs.

Then, the child's knees began to bend, and the whole body involuntarily slid down, with both hands supporting the ground, ten fingers spread open and then closed, as if digging for something.

He tried to stand up, but halfway up he lay back down. He opened his mouth and called out, "Mom... I..." but the rest of the sound was a rising tone, somewhere between a speech and a dog's bark, something like a half-hearted "woof."

The child was terrified: "I...how...Woof...Mom...Woof woof...Help me...Woof woof..."

The crowd was stunned; almost simultaneously, the angle at which all the phones were held up increased by several tens of centimeters.

Zhang Qiliang raised his hand again.

The second spot of light was aimed at the second child.

Unfortunately, they were the first family to arrive. Although they were the first to arrive, they accidentally ended up standing in the second-to-last position on the right side while jostling around.

The mother, who had been standing bent over to the side, turned pale when she saw Zhang Qiliang raise his hand and glanced at the child who was still lying not far away making strange noises.

With a thud, the woman knelt on the ground, her arms crossed over her chest, trembling like a leaf: "Brother Ming! Brother Ming, I beg you! I promise I'll discipline him properly when I get back. I'll keep him at home, watch him do his homework, and pick him up and drop him off every day. If I let him touch another finger, I'll—"

“I don’t believe it,” Zhang Qiliang shook his head. “Let’s take him home and raise him properly for three to five years. Let him learn how to behave properly before releasing him.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a second point of green light floated out from his palm and entered the boy's body.

Two or three seconds later, the boy's eyes began to glaze over.

He blinked hard, as if trying to shake something out of his head, but his knees bent against him against his will.

He reached out to grab something, but couldn't grab anything and fell face-first to the ground.

He tried to stand up, bracing himself against the ground, but he fell back down halfway up. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I don't want to—I won't—" His words suddenly stopped halfway through, and a short, startling sound, somewhere between a whimper and a dog's bark, popped out of his throat.

He quickly shut his mouth, and tears welled up in his eyes.

In that brief moment of distraction, the child had already fallen to the ground.

The child was terrified.

Okay, I'm getting distracted again.

The child's ankle involuntarily bent upwards, the instep flipped over, and brushed against his cheek.

The action was exactly the same as a dog licking its fur in a cage.

The little guy froze for a moment, then desperately pressed his leg down, crying as he did so, his words escaping in broken sentences: "Mom—I don't want to—I don't want this—" The voice was human, the tears were human, but then the leg lifted up again.

Zhang Qiliang had already raised his hand, aiming at the third lucky child.

This time, it was brought by the two elderly people; they've never been beaten before.

Compared to the two children before, this little cutie is obviously much smarter!

Seeing Zhang Qiliang raise his hand, the little cutie immediately darted behind the old man, shouting, "I'm only 12 years old! What you're doing is illegal!"

"There's such a method?" Zhang Qiliang asked doubtfully.

"Yes, yes!" Feeling like she might have found a lifeline, the little cutie shouted even louder: "The Law on the Protection of Minors!"

"Oh, you mean this..." Zhang Qiliang suddenly realized, "But isn't that called the 'Little Beasts Protection Law'?"

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Ten minutes later, the eight parents and the eight little animals that the law could now legitimately protect were taken away by the nearby uniformed officers.

The process was actually quite complicated.

The dog's sexual intrusion was sudden, alternating between human and dog. A child had just been helped up and taken a couple of steps when he suddenly turned around and opened his mouth towards the neck of the student in the fast class.

Not to mention the fast-paced class, even their parents and grandparents were afraid of being accidentally bitten, so they had to go to a nearby pet store to buy muzzles and leashes, and it was only with great difficulty that they managed to get them into the car.

The cordon was mostly empty, but the onlookers hadn't dispersed, and no one had put down their phones.

Zhang Qiliang walked up to the last child.

"Your parents beat you so badly, do you want me to stand up for you?"

The child quickly shook his head: "No, no, my dad is fine."

"What if they bully people again?" Zhang Qiliang asked.

"If you bully me again, you're a little dog!"

"Get lost."

144 Shake it

Beijing Internet Court, Third Trial Chamber.

Sitting in the plaintiff's seat was a young man in his late twenties, wearing a plaid shirt, with slightly messy hair.

The nameplate on the table in front of him read "Zhao Yihang".

The presiding judge was a woman in her early fifties. She opened the case file and found an employee information sheet for Weibo Technology Co., Ltd. The job title column read: Computer Department · Senior Development Engineer, P6.

There were four people sitting in the dock.

The man in the very center was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and the nameplate on the table in front of him read "Weibo Legal Department".

A lawyer sat on either side of him, and the fourth person was a representative from the Human Resources Department, wearing a dark blue suit, with a thick stack of documents spread out in front of him.

"Plaintiff Zhao Yihang," the presiding judge began, "your claim is..."

"I want to resign," Zhao Yihang said.

"anything else?"

"That's it. I don't want any compensation. My social security will be transferred out, my housing provident fund will be frozen, and I'm leaving."

The three judges on the bench exchanged glances.

The clerk's keyboard clicked for half a second, then resumed.

Several legal representatives from other internet companies, who were sitting in the audience—having heard about the case through some channel and come specifically for it—reined in their chairs.

In the defendant's dock, the general counsel stood up and subconsciously bowed slightly. The movement was very subtle, but the HR representative next to him saw it clearly. She had worked with Lao Zhou for eight years and had never seen him bow in any court hearing.

"Your Honor, judges," the general counsel opened the folder, "first of all, please allow me to state one point: Weibo has never had, and has absolutely no intention of, taking Mr. Zhao Yihang to court."

He turned to the plaintiff's seat, speaking very slowly, as if afraid that speaking too fast would scare something away.

“Mr. Zhao, we’ve tried to communicate with you seven times… but you’ve refused each time. We really have no other choice but to sit here.”

Zhao Yihang did not look at him.

"Your Honor, judges, and Mr. Zhao, the plaintiff," the general counsel smiled gently at Zhao and his party before carefully opening the folder in front of him and pulling out the first page:

"We do not agree to the plaintiff's resignation request. Moreover, based on certain actions taken by the plaintiff during his employment, we are filing a counterclaim, demanding that the plaintiff compensate Weibo Technology Co., Ltd. for various losses totaling RMB 173.25 million."

In the audience, a legal representative choked on his water, coughed twice while covering his mouth, and quickly put the water bottle under his chair.

Zhao Yihang pushed up his glasses: "How much?"

“Mr. Zhao, this really wasn’t our intention…” The legal director looked at Zhao Yihang with utmost gentleness, casually opening the folder, “The first item…”

"During his employment, the plaintiff repeatedly used uncivil language in code comments. A technical audit revealed a total of seven instances of 'What kind of ridiculous requirement is this?', three instances of 'Has the product manager lost his mind?', and one instance of 'Anyone who modifies this code is an idiot.' This seriously damaged the atmosphere of unity and friendship among colleagues, undermined the company culture, and caused a decline in team morale. We commissioned a professional agency to assess the losses, which amounted to approximately 24 million."

The clerk's keyboard clicked away.

“Secondly,” the legal director pulled out the third page, “the plaintiff failed to water the pothos plant at its workstation for forty-seven consecutive days, causing it to wither and die. This pothos was a fixed asset procured by the company's administration department, numbered ZW-2019-0347. The plaintiff's negligence resulted in the loss of company assets. More importantly, this pothos happened to be placed at the department entrance, and its death directly affected the perception of the company's image by visiting clients and partners. The brand loss is estimated at approximately 18 million.”

Zhao Yihang opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"Thirdly, during a team-building activity last summer, the plaintiff refused to eat the lamb skewers purchased by the administration department during the barbecue, instead bringing three skewers of homemade marinated chicken wings. This behavior constituted a lack of cooperation with the team-building activity and indirectly led to three colleagues experiencing diarrhea after eating the company's lamb skewers. The plaintiff's unconventional behavior created division within the team and weakened the foundation of cohesion. This loss is approximately 31 million."

"Fourthly, during the plaintiff's four years of employment, a total of 17 bags of biscuits, 9 bags of potato chips, 6 cans of nuts, and 11 pieces of chocolate were consumed in the break room—according to CCTV footage. This constitutes unlawful appropriation of colleagues' private property. One of the cans of nuts was a limited edition brought back from Australia by the department's deputy director, whose emotional value is immeasurable. This claim is for 435 yuan."

Zhao Yihang: "That jar of nuts was expired."

“This does not change the nature of the behavior.” The general counsel turned the page.

"The fifth item..."

"The sixth item..."

……

"Item seventeen..."

The general counsel read for a full half hour.

The clerk's hands were sore from typing.

"Plaintiff," the presiding judge looked at Zhao Yihang, "why do you insist on resigning?"

"It's due to health reasons," Zhao Yihang said.

Someone in the audience clicked their tongue softly.

The judge looked at him without saying anything or asking any further questions.