After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

"How is he?" Gong Yuelong interrupted him.

Shunzi said, "I'm fine, but I'm still furious... I destroyed a lot of things."

"Stay where you are and don't move," Gong Yuelong said, then hung up the phone.

In less than ten minutes, the old pickup truck sped along the muddy road to the edge of the open space.

The car door opened, and Gong Yuelong got out and walked towards the messy shed.

Outside the shed, some other construction workers who had come after hearing the news gathered and whispered among themselves.

Cao Dayong and Shunzi stood amidst a pile of overturned tools, their faces covered in mud.

Upon seeing Gong Yuelong, Cao Dayong opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word; his eyes were red with anger.

Gong Yuelong's gaze swept over the group of people first, making sure there was no blood, before finally settling on the pile of deformed handcarts and scratched scaffolding.

He walked over, bent down and picked up a steel pipe, running his fingers over the dents on it.

"Damn it..." Cao Dayong finally managed to utter.

"As long as everyone is alright." Gong Yuelong gently put the steel pipe back and straightened up.

His face was expressionless.

He turned to the group of day laborers who had gathered around. "Who saw what happened?"

A tall, thin man with a bit of courage spoke up: "Boss Gong... it was... it was Brother Biao who brought people here. They said they want to use this land to store Boss Wu's materials, and they think the shed is in the way..."

"How did you smash it?" Gong Yuelong asked.

"They just... they just kicked him and hit him with bricks. Brother Biao even said, 'I'll let you... I'll let you watch out for your own people's legs.'"

The tall, thin man's voice grew softer as he spoke.

Gong Yuelong nodded without saying anything.

He took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and handed one to Cao Dayong and one to Shunzi.

"Brother Yong, Shunzi, put everything that can be used aside first."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and ordered, "Make a list of the broken ones, write down the original price accurately."

Cao Dayong was stunned: "Brother Long, they did it on purpose! This debt..."

"I know," Gong Yuelong interrupted him, his tone still flat. "Let's get ready first."

He wasn't idle either; he rolled up his sleeves and helped to right the overturned handcart and pick up the scattered tools under the shed.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if it were a routine closing and tidying up.

More and more people gathered around, whispering among themselves.

"This Boss Gong... has such a good temper? His things were smashed like this, and he's just going to let it go?"

"I heard he broke Wu San's leg. Shouldn't he have a bad temper?"

"What do you know? This is called staying calm! Wang Biao is Wu Jinshui's top henchman, can you compare them?"

"What's the use of staying calm? I think it's just cowardice..."

Just then, the roar of a motorcycle echoed from the other side of the open space.

Wang Biao, who was in charge, returned, clearly indicating that one of his men had informed him of Gong Yuelong's arrival.

He stopped the car, took off his helmet, tilted his head and looked at Gong Yuelong and his group who were cleaning up the mess, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, Boss Gong, you've come to collect scraps yourself?"

Wang Biao strolled over, followed by his men who laughed and joked behind him.

Gong Yuelong dusted off his hands before turning around to look at Wang Biao.

His expression was almost polite. "Brother Biao, you're back again? Any advice?"

Wang Biao was taken aback by his attitude, then scoffed:

"I wouldn't call it giving advice. I just came to see if Boss Gong is really as sensible as people in the underworld say."

"You're sensible." Gong Yuelong nodded, took a step forward, and moved closer to Wang Biao.

He wasn't as tall as Wang Biao, but he stood ramrod straight, and his calm aura made the surrounding noise unconsciously subside.

"Brother Biao is right. This land is a temporary storage area, and our shed might indeed be in the way."

Wang Biao raised an eyebrow, surprised that Gong Yuelong was so perceptive, and his mockery deepened:

"Ah, that's more like it! If you'd understood this sooner, things wouldn't have come to this..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Gong Yuelong moved without warning.

Without a roar, without any warning, just at the moment when Wang Biao thought the other party would back down.

His left leg seemed to be equipped with a spring, lashing out at the outside of Wang Biao's left knee!

too fast!

Wang Biao only had time for his pupils to contract and for a bad thought to flash through his mind before a sharp pain exploded in his leg!

"Ugh—!"

Wang Biao let out a painful howl as his burly body lost its balance and crashed heavily to the ground to the left, his forehead instantly breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

His men were completely stunned, remaining frozen for a full two seconds before someone yelled that they were going to rush forward.

Gong Yuelong, however, had already stopped and stood still.

He didn't even glance at Wang Biao, who was screaming on the ground, and instead looked directly at the group of guys who were about to attack.

The man at the front, caught in that gaze, froze in mid-air, his raised fist hanging in mid-air.

They followed Wang Biao in his rampage through the High-tech Zone, and they'd seen ruthless people before, but never anyone so... decisive.

Without any warning or pleasantries, they immediately targeted the most difficult joints.

The onlookers, mostly casual laborers, fell silent and stared wide-eyed.

Those who were just whispering about chickening out now felt their cheeks burning.

That muffled thud, and Biaozi's painful groan after falling to the ground, were more real than any harsh words.

Cao Dayong and Shunzi were also stunned for a moment. The pent-up frustration in their chests was instantly released, bringing them immense relief.

There was a deathly silence for a few seconds, both inside and outside the shed.

"Holy crap! Did it really break?!"

"See that? Just one shot! Biaozi is so strong, but he's as thin as paper!"

"Didn't they say he was scared? This... this is called being scared? This is mortal danger!"

"Biaozi has walked right into a trap!"

"My goodness... Wu San's leg hasn't fully healed yet, and now another one's broken? And it's Wang Biao? Will Wu Jinshui swallow this?"

"Even if you can't swallow it, you have to figure out how to swallow it! Did you see the look in Boss Gong's eyes? Just now, when he swept over there, my legs were shaking... This isn't a contractor, this is a jinx!"

Gong Yuelong spoke up, "What? Weren't you going to make a move just now?"

He took a step forward, just one step.

The man at the front instinctively stepped back, his heel tripping on the broken bricks, and he almost fell.

The others behind him also panicked, their eyes darting around, not daring to meet Gong Yuelong's gaze.

One of the thinner thugs managed to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Boss Gong... it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Boss Wu... no, Wu Jinshui sent us here, we... we just followed..."

"Yes! It was all Wu Jinshui's idea! He said he just wanted to... to scare them a little, he didn't say he was going to smash anything, much less lay a hand on them!"

Another hurried response, as if trying to sever all ties.

"We...we wouldn't dare lay a hand on you!"

The third person was on the verge of tears, and their legs were cramping.

"We're all just trying to make a living, doing what they say... Brother Long, please... please have mercy..."

The men who had been so aggressive just moments before were now bent over, their faces pale, looking like little devils who had seen the King of Hell.

Gong Yuelong listened to these incoherent pleas for mercy, but his face remained expressionless.

He knew perfectly well that these people were like dogs that barked at whatever their master pointed at them.

Scaring them is more effective than beating them down.

Gong Yuelong stood still, glancing at the pale-faced thugs in front of him.

His face remained expressionless, but he knew exactly what was going on.

Without those few hours of early morning practice over the past few months, without that fierce determination to carve out a niche for ourselves in the High-tech Zone,

Today, the person lying on the ground clutching their broken leg and wailing might just be yourself.

Will the other party show mercy then? No.

Rules are never begged for, they are earned through punishment.

Today's kick must be delivered, and it must be delivered hard and decisively.