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

The thugs' eyes darted around, eager to escape as quickly as possible.

Wang Biao's groans on the ground grew more and more chilling, and with this menacing figure blocking his way, he was truly in a dilemma.

"Brother Long...we really didn't recognize your greatness..." The skinny thug forced a stiff smile, his back almost bent to the ground.

"If we had known it was one of your people, we wouldn't have dared to do it even if we had eight lives..."

"Oh?" Gong Yuelong suddenly smiled. "So you're one of Boss Wu's men."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere subtly shifted.

Several thugs, whose faces had been ashen, suddenly had a glimmer of light in their eyes.

The skinny man in the lead smiled with a hint of relief:

"That's right! Brother Long! We all eat under Boss Wu's thumb! It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple; we're family now, we don't even recognize each other!"

As he spoke, he secretly observed Gong Yuelong's expression. Invoking Boss Wu's name would surely earn him some respect, wouldn't it? It seemed he could get past this hurdle!

The other two thugs nodded and bowed, echoing his sentiments.

The name "Old Wu" carries significant weight in this high-tech zone, always earning him some leeway.

They even exchanged glances, sensing that the situation might be turning around.

Gong Yuelong took half a step forward, his gaze landing on the burly thug's face.

"Which hand pushed my brother just now?"

The thug forced a smile: "Brother Long, I... I didn't mean to, I just tripped..."

"Dayong." Gong Yuelong ignored him and called out to him.

Cao Dayong stepped forward, clutching his still-suffocating chest.

"Push him back the way he pushed you. Use all your strength, don't hold back."

Cao Dayong was stunned for a moment.

He's straightforward and not afraid of fighting, but he didn't react immediately to being confronted like this.

"Brother Long, forget it..."

"What's so special about it?" Gong Yuelong glanced at him.

"If you don't push it back today, tomorrow people will think that anyone can push my brother, Gong Yuelong, back."

Looking at the pale face of the thugs opposite him, Cao Dayong recalled their arrogant behavior just now, and the pent-up anger in his heart surged up again.

Without further hesitation, he lowered his shoulders, pushed off the ground, and charged forward!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, solid and resounding.

The burly thug landed hard on his buttocks in the mud, kicking up dust. His tailbone throbbed with pain, and he clutched his backside, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

After the impact, Cao Dayong stood there panting, finally exhaling the pent-up air in his chest.

He looked at Gong Yuelong.

Gong Yuelong waited until Cao Dayong, panting, stood still before slowly taking two steps forward and squatting down in front of the disheveled Liu Heizi.

"Does it hurt?" Gong Yuelong asked.

Liu Heizi gritted his teeth, not daring to utter a sound.

"If it hurts, remember it." Gong Yuelong said, taking out his phone, opening the video recording, and pointing the camera directly at Liu Heizi.

"Now, speak to the camera. Who are you? Who do you associate with? What are you here for today? What things did you smash? Explain everything clearly, one by one."

Liu Heizi was stunned, and the other thugs were dumbfounded as well.

If you're going to fight, why are you recording it?

"Not going to tell?"

Gong Yuelong turned the camera to the mangled handcarts and scaffolding on the ground, giving them close-ups.

"Then I'll say it myself. This is deliberate property damage, the evidence is conclusive. These tools..."

He turned to Shunzi and asked, "Shunzi, give me a number."

Shunzi, quick-witted, immediately shouted, "Three brand-new handcarts, eight hundred each; two sets of scaffolding, two thousand five per set, totaling seven thousand four! The invoices are all here!"

Gong Yuelong turned the camera back to Liu Heizi's face.

"Seven thousand four. According to relevant standards, intentionally damaging property worth more than five thousand yuan is enough to warrant prosecution."

"There are six of you here today, all accomplices. You'll be in jail for a few months, leaving a criminal record, which will cause problems for your children's background checks later."

He paused, looking at the thugs:

"Now, should we settle this privately or publicly? If we settle privately, you pay the agreed price, leave a written agreement, and get out of here."

I'm calling the police now. The perpetrator has been caught red-handed. You can wait for the police to arrive and follow the proper procedures.

select."

Liu Heizi was almost in tears: "Brother Long! Brother Long, we'll compensate you! Let's settle this privately! We choose to settle this privately!"

"We don't have that much money, Brother Long..."

"Then write an IOU and put your fingerprint on it." Gong Yuelong was prepared, and Shunzi immediately handed him paper and pen.

"Who's the ringleader? Sign. The others put their fingerprints as guarantors. Repayment period... three days."

Gong Yuelong carefully put away the IOU.

"The money is for compensating for the tools. The push from Dayong just now is compensation for the anger he suffered. We're even."

His tone was menacing.

"Go back and tell Wu Jinshui that his men are being disobedient, and I've disciplined them for him."

Next time he tries to cause trouble, it won't be my brother getting bumped into; instead, the police will be holding this video and the IOU, inviting his men to the station for a chat.

"roll."

The thugs, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, carried Wang Biao and fled in panic, ten times faster than when they arrived.

The crowd did not disperse immediately in the open space.

A few of the bolder day laborers approached to look at the pile of smashed junk, clicking their tongues and shaking their heads.

"See that? That steel pipe, brand new, dented after just one brick! What a disaster!"

"Those bastards of Wang Biao, who usually act like they own the place, have finally met their match today!"

"Boss Gong's kick was so satisfying! Wu San's leg was broken just a few days ago, and now he's taken down Wang Biao too! That's ruthless!"

"Ruthless? If you ask me, it's good that they're ruthless! These bastards are always targeting us hard-working folks."

They sell sand and gravel for 30% more than elsewhere, and we still have to use their trucks for transport, otherwise they'll block the road and smash our vehicles! Someone should have taken care of them a long time ago!

"Keep your voice down... But you're right. Last month when I got my wages, they took 500 yuan from me as a management fee. What kind of management is that!"

The buzzing of discussion was filled with admiration, relief, and long-suppressed resentment.

The name Gong Yuelong, along with Wang Biao's miserable state and the thugs' disheveled state, swept across this dusty construction site like the wind.

Many people were thinking to themselves: This Boss Gong might actually be able to tear a hole in Wu Jinshui's mess of rules.

Gong Yuelong ignored the discussions.

He walked up to Cao Dayong and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Cao Dayong tried to straighten his chest, immediately gasped, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still stubbornly held on.

"It's nothing, Brother Long, just a little bruise..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gong Yuelong lifted his shirt and took a look; there was a noticeable bruise on his chest, which was already swollen.

"Shunzi, go and drive the car over. Dayong, get in."

Cao Dayong panicked: "Brother Long, really, you don't need to! Just go back and rub some safflower oil on it. Going to the hospital will cost so much..."

"Go to the hospital for an X-ray to see if there's anything wrong with your bones."

Gong Yuelong interrupted him, "Is money more important or your life? What's the point of making a lot of money if you have a broken rib that punctures your lung?"

……

In the hospital corridor, the smell of disinfectant mingled with the smell of sweat.

Shunzi and two other fellow villagers who had come with him stood guard at the entrance of the filming room, squatting against the wall.

"That son of a bitch Wang Biao!" a man called Lao Nian suddenly cursed under his breath. "He went too far! Da Yong's chest looks painful to look at."

"They're more than just 'black'!" Shunzi gritted his teeth. "They're deliberately trying to scare us! Smashing cars, kicking frames, they just keep hitting us where it hurts! Wu Jinshui's gang is full of beasts!"

Xiao Wu, who was younger than me, said, "Last year, I was also blocked by their people at another construction site. They forced me to borrow 300 yuan, saying it was for site management fees."

Today, when I saw Brother Long kick Wang Biao's leg, I fucking... almost screamed!

Old Nian sighed.

"It's satisfying, but this grudge is now set in stone. I've heard of Wu Jinshui; he's petty and obsessed with saving face."

Wang Biao was his most trusted dog; now that his leg was broken, would he let it go?

"Screw him!" Shunzi retorted, "Brother Long has never been afraid of anything! Didn't you see how cowardly those bastards looked when they signed the IOU? That's how rules are set!"

Even though that's what I said, I still had my doubts.

They are not afraid of hard work or sweating, but they are afraid of this endless entanglement and retaliation.

Before, they dared not speak out against their anger, but now that they are following Gong Yuelong, they have a stronger backbone. However, every step they take forward may trigger a landmine.

After paying the fee, Gong Yuelong walked back with the receipt and overheard the last few sentences.