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"Haha, Fatty Wang, you're hilarious!"

"Fatty Wang, your skills at flattering women are truly shameful!"

"With your abilities, you still have the nerve to brag to us? It's hilarious!"

Then there were shouts from security personnel: "Shut up! You're seriously disrupting the steel rolling mill's operations and production! Get out of here if you don't want to be arrested!"

"Haha, I haven't broken any laws, what right do you have to arrest us? We're outside the factory, we haven't gone inside, what are you pretending for? I'm just here to watch the show, go ahead and arrest us all! Come and arrest me!"

Zhou Weiguo glanced at Natasha beside him, honked the horn, and drove straight into the crowd. "Beep beep beep beep!" The ear-piercing horn sounded, and the crowd scattered like birds.

Only then did Zhou Weiguo notice Tian Zao hiding behind seven or eight armed security personnel. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were slightly red; she was clearly furious.

"Who the hell are you? Looking for a death sentence?"

"Damn! Do you even know how to drive?"

A cacophony of curses and insults erupted. As soon as Zhou Weiguo opened the car door, a young man rushed up and yelled, "Are you looking for death? Driving a beat-up car to show off..."

"Slap!" A loud slap sent the man sprawling to the ground.

The young men were instantly enraged and surrounded them. Just as tensions were about to rise, a gunshot rang out, startling everyone.

A security officer, brandishing a gun, shouted, "What do you want? This is Chief Engineer Zhou from our steel rolling mill. Don't cause trouble!"

"Chief engineer? What's that? What rank is he? Is he higher than my dad? Higher than my grandpa?"

"Exactly! Does being the chief engineer give you the right to beat people up?"

"What's a steel rolling mill? A run-down factory like this dares to beat people up in public? You're asking for it!"

Zhou Weiguo ignored the clamor of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Tian Zao, whose face was full of grievances, and strode over.

When Tian Zao saw him, she could no longer hold back her tears and threw herself into his arms.

Zhou Weiguo gently patted her back and said softly, "Tell me what happened? What wronged you? Your husband will avenge you."

Tian Zao pointed to the fat man with a grim face beside her and said pitifully, "It's him! He's been bothering me at the neighborhood office for a while now. I ignored him, and he just got worse. Yesterday he came to the factory gate looking for me again. When I came out and saw it was him, I turned around and left. He said some nonsense behind my back, but I ignored him. Later, he couldn't get in, so he left. I didn't expect him to bring a large group of people to cause trouble today, saying that he'd bring people every day if he didn't see me. I had no choice but to come out and see what he wanted."

Zhou Weiguo's face instantly darkened, and he turned to question the security personnel: "Why wasn't this kind of thing reported sooner? It happened yesterday, why didn't I know? And where is Wang Jianguo? How could he not see something this big?"

The security guard turned pale and stammered, "Chief Engineer Zhou, I'm so sorry... Director Wang has been in a meeting with Factory Director Li at the ministry these past two days, I... I..."

Tian Zao quickly came to the rescue of the security personnel: "Weiguo, don't blame them. I thought these were all minor matters and didn't want to trouble you, so I told them not to say anything. I... I didn't expect them to act like scoundrels today, and even..."

"What else?" Zhou Weiguo's voice was terrifyingly cold.

However, before Tian Zao could speak, a sharp voice rang out: "Fatty Wang, you're a disgrace! Turns out she's already taken. Although she's not bad looking, I don't have the habit of washing dishes for others, damn it."

Zhou Weiguo looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thin man with a pale face, clearly weakened by alcohol and women. The man looked at him with a half-smile, showing no fear.

Zhou Weiguo took two steps forward, looking down at him with a voice as cold as ice: "Say what you just said again?"

Far from being afraid, the man taunted, "Oh, what are you pretending for? You're just a lousy chief engineer, you think you can mess with me?"

His words drew a burst of mocking laughter from the young people around him: "Haha, this idiot actually dares to show off in front of us, how hilarious!"

"That's right, this little official thinks he's so great. I wonder if he would be so scared if he knew who we are."

Zhou Weiguo didn't give them a chance to continue shouting. He grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up.

The man was terrified and struggled desperately with both hands, but he was unable to break free from Zhou Weiguo's iron grip.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Weiguo raised his hand and delivered a series of slaps, "slap slap slap slap slap slap," more than a dozen slaps, and the man's mouth was filled with blood, and several teeth were knocked out.

Zhou Weiguo was still not satisfied. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and smashed the butt of the gun three times in a row at the man's face.

The man's nose instantly became crooked, and blood gushed from his nose.

Zhou Weiguo shoved the gun into the man's mouth and sneered, "Go ahead and curse! Keep cursing! You gotta say a couple more things for me to hear?" With the gun pressed against his mouth, the man could only make "woo-woo" sounds, his eyes filled with fear.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't speak with a gun in your mouth." Zhou Weiguo pulled out the gun and wiped it on the man's clothes.

The man's speech was slurred due to the severe injury to his mouth, but the resentment in his eyes was undisguised. Zhou Weiguo threw him to the ground.

At this moment, the group of young men looked at Zhou Weiguo with some fear. But the fat man, Wang, suppressed his fear and stammered, "You... do you know who we are? Do you know who my father and grandfather are? Killing you is as easy as drinking water for us! I'll tell you..."

"Slap!" Another loud slap landed, and the fat man fell to the ground.

Zhou Weiguo turned to the security personnel and asked in a deep voice, "What else did they just do?"

A hint of fear flashed across the faces of the security personnel as they said, "Just now they... they tried to pull Comrade Tian Zao, but we stopped them in time."

Zhou Weiguo's eyes flashed like knives as he scanned the crowd: "Speak! Who laid a hand on Tian Zao? Who touched her?"

The security personnel pointed to the crowd: "That's the guy you hit earlier, he tried to pull Comrade Tian Zao away, and... that fat guy, he tried to hug Comrade Tian Zao."

Following the direction he pointed, Zhou Weiguo stared intently at the two people, as if trying to etch their images into his very bones.

At this point, most of the group had already chickened out. Even the leader, Fatty Wang, was trembling slightly. When he saw Zhou Weiguo walking towards him, he couldn't hold on any longer and turned to run away.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Zhou Weiguo shouted angrily.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. Natasha, her face as cold as ice, held her pistol and pulled the trigger the instant the fat man turned to run away.

The fat man was shot in the leg, stumbled forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground, his face badly abraded, and he rolled on the ground in pain, howling in agony as he clutched his leg.

Zhou Weiguo walked up to the young man whose face he had beaten was covered in bruises, and coldly asked, "Was it you who pulled my wife just now?"