I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

He lay on the ground, desperately kowtowing towards Ding Xiu with his unbroken hand.

boom! boom! boom!

His forehead slammed into the hard asphalt road, quickly leaving a bloody mess.

The thugs lying on the ground groaning in pain were terrified when they saw their boss's miserable state.

Ding Xiu and the black-clad security guards didn't need to give any orders.

The group of thugs, who had just been so fierce, scrambled to their feet, enduring the excruciating pain.

They consciously lined up in two neat rows in the middle of the road.

He clutched his head with both hands, and his knees buckled.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Forty or fifty burly men knelt on the ground, heads bowed, their bodies trembling with fear, as obedient as a group of elementary school students waiting for their teacher to scold them.

The scene was extremely comical.

Just then, a crisp mechanical unlocking sound rang out.

The door of the Unimog, which had remained as silent as a black mountain, finally opened.

The armored vehicle door, heavy as a bank vault door, slowly opened.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Chen, dressed in a casual windbreaker, took Su Qing's hand and slowly walked down from the high carriage.

His expression was calm, as if what he had just experienced was not a life-or-death siege, but merely watching a boring monkey show by the roadside.

Su Qing's complexion regained its rosy hue.

She stayed close to Jiang Chen, watching the incredible scene unfold before her.

In her beautiful eyes, there was only adoration and infatuation for the man beside her.

This is her man; with a flick of his finger, the world changes!

Jiang Chen stopped in front of the scarred man who was still frantically kowtowing.

He looked down at the other man's bloodied forehead and twisted broken leg, his tone indifferent.

"Now, should I keep this beat-up truck?"

Scarface stiffened suddenly upon hearing the sound.

He looked up and saw Jiang Chen's young yet unfathomable face, and was so shocked that his soul almost left his body.

Ignoring the excruciating pain from his broken leg, he writhed on the ground like a maggot, trying to grab Jiang Chen's trouser leg.

"Grandpa! Divine Grandpa! I was wrong! I was blind!"

"I was blind to your greatness! I'm a beast! I shouldn't have blocked your divine carriage!"

"Please, just ignore us, these blind, worthless vermin!"

Jiang Chen took a step back in disgust, avoiding the blood-stained hand.

He picked at his ear, apparently finding the other person's wailing somewhat jarring.

"It's noisy."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and casually spoke to Ding Xiu, who was standing solemnly beside him.

"Ding Xiu, how does Wang Dagou usually teach you to handle this kind of garbage?"

"Give them a little guidance."

Ding Xiu immediately accepted the order.

He stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping across everyone's face like a knife.

Everyone he saw lowered their heads, their bodies trembling even more violently.

"Our Jiang Group has its own rules for admitting mistakes."

Ding Xiu's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Now, listen up, all of you."

"Do it yourself, slap yourself while singing 'Conquer'!"

"If someone sings too softly, or if someone fanns not loud enough, the people next to them will help them."

The thugs were stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

Sing "Conquer"? And then slap yourself in the face?

What kind of strange rule is this?

Brother Biao was the first to realize that all he wanted now was to survive.

Let alone singing "Conquer", I'd be willing to sing "Heroes' Song"!

He suddenly raised his hand, pointing it at his swollen, fat face.

Snapped!

A resounding slap!

Immediately, he started wailing in a hoarse, tearful voice.

"Just like that, you've conquered me~ Cutting off all my escape routes~"

With someone taking the lead, how could the rest dare to hesitate?

For a moment, a particularly comical yet satisfying scene unfolded on the desolate and quiet national highway.

Forty or fifty local tyrants knelt on the ground in unison.

With tears and snot streaming down their faces, they sang at the top of their lungs.

"Just like that, I've been conquered by you~ I've drunk the poison you hid~"

Accompanying the singing was a continuous stream of crisp slaps!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

They really went all out, slapping his face as if it were their enemy.

Soon, their faces became red and swollen, looking like pig heads.

The singing and the sound of clapping mingled, echoing for a long time in the vast canyon.

Jiang Chen didn't even have the interest to glance at it again.

It's like simply crushing a group of ants blocking the way.

He turned to Ding Xiu and gave him instructions.

"Clean this up thoroughly, don't leave any loose ends."

"Then, arrange for two people to drive this RV back to Jiangjia Village."

After saying that, he put his arm around Su Qing's shoulder and pointed to the Black Hawk helicopter in the sky with its ladder lowered.

Jiang Chen gave a slightly apologetic smile.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I spoiled your fun."

"Let's stop playing and fly back."

"This desolate and barren land is really not very interesting."

Jiang Chen ignored the energetic "choir" behind him and, with Su Qing in his arms, boarded the helicopter.

With a deafening roar of its engines, the Black Hawk helicopter lifted off and hurtled towards home.

Only a group of thugs remained, shivering in the cold wind, their lives forever scarred by the experience.

Inside the cabin, Su Qing clung tightly to Jiang Chen's arm.

Looking at the ground outside the window shrinking rapidly, the fear had long since dissipated.

What remains is unparalleled excitement and thrill.

Amidst the deafening roar, she leaned close to Jiang Chen's ear and shouted loudly.

"Brother Chen! I need a big meal when we get back to calm my nerves!"