He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

"Excuse me, excuse me, please make way."

The construction team leader, a lean man, turned around and saw a skinny, pale-faced guy. He scoffed, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm from the design institute, my name is..." Yang Jiulang said calmly.

"This is none of your business~ Go away~"

Yang Jiulang didn't move, but instead took two steps forward and blocked Even's path.

Even paused for a moment, looked up at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Engineer Yang, you..."

"It's alright," Yang Jiulang turned around and smiled at her, "Call the police."

Even opened her mouth, but no words came out.

A young black man next to him grew impatient and squeezed in front of the construction foreman, yelling, "You fucking can't understand human language, can you? My brother's telling you to get lost."

Yang Jiulang stared at him and said, word by word, "Watch your mouth. This is the client's office. You've broken the law by barging in."

"Illegal?" The black guy laughed loudly, and the men behind him joined in. "You think you can talk to me about the law? Do you know how many times I've been to jail?"

Yang Jiulang nodded: "Looks like a repeat offender."

"You son of a bitch!" The black boy suddenly threw a punch straight at Yang Jiulang's stomach.

Yang Jiulang did not dodge.

With a loud "boom".

The punch landed squarely on Yang Jiulang's stomach, and he cried out as he hunched over in excruciating pain.

Even exclaimed in surprise, "Engineer Yang!"

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and smiled wickedly.

He deliberately didn't dodge that punch; he only suddenly withdrew and deflected the force the moment the fist touched his skin.

It looks serious on the surface, but it's actually similar to scratching an itch.

What Yang Jiulang wanted was for them to make the first move.

"You dare hit me?" Yang Jiulang stared intently at the dark-skinned boy, his eyes turning sharp.

The dark-skinned boy was startled by his gaze, but quickly regained his arrogance: "So what if I hit you? I'll kick you too!"

As he spoke, he kicked Yang Jiulang in the groin.

This time, Yang Jiulang didn't hold back.

He dodged to the side, bent down and scooped up the bald man's ankle with his left hand, while his right hand struck the side of his knee.

A soft "click" sounded.

The boy felt a sharp pain, but before he could even scream, Yang Jiulang punched him in the chest.

"Bang!"

The bald man flew backward, knocking over the two people behind him, and the three of them rolled around in a heap.

The office fell silent instantly.

The remaining people stood there, staring at the thin, pale-faced man as if he were a monster.

Yang Jiulang raised an eyebrow at the construction team leader: "Come on, who wants to fight?"

"Damn it, let's all go!" someone shouted from behind.

The remaining five or six people rushed forward.

Yang Jiulang was instantly surrounded in a small space, unable to see anyone.

All that could be heard were thuds and screams from the crowd.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, all seven people had collapsed to the ground.

Yang Jiulang stood still, struck a classic Bruce Lee pose, rubbed his nose with his thumb, and let out a strange "Ah-da~" sound.

Yang Jiulang was in an awkward situation.

Even was dumbfounded.

The workers watching at the entrance were dumbfounded.

Is this guy from a design institute? Are you sure he's not from the special forces?

Is this some skinny draftsman? Or is he a special forces soldier?

Even looked at Yang Jiulang's thin body and a strange feeling welled up inside her.

[Ding! Even's favorability +10, current favorability: 40.]

The officers arrived very quickly.

Before they arrived, Yang Jiulang blocked the doorway and wouldn't let any of them leave.

The police car sped into the construction site, and three officers got out—two men and one woman.

The female officer walked at the front, around thirty years old, a little over 1.7 meters tall, with a robust yet curvaceous figure, and an impatient expression on her handsome face. She wore a police uniform, the waistline cinched tightly, highlighting her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio. A walkie-talkie and baton were clipped to her waist, and she walked with a brisk, powerful stride.

"Who called the police?" The policewoman glanced at the burly men lying on the ground and raised an eyebrow.

"I," Even stepped forward, "I am the client's representative. These people violently attacked us."

The construction crew members instantly rolled to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Boss, you have to stand up for us! They're just taking advantage of being the client to fine us for no reason. When we came over to ask about the situation, they surrounded us and beat us to death. Look at us, our bodies are covered in bruises."

The act of staged an accident was displayed to the fullest extent.

The female officer frowned impatiently and demanded, "Ambush? Who ambushed you?"

The construction team leader was stunned for a moment, then pointed fiercely at Yang Jiulang: "It was him, it was him! He ganged up on us, that bastard, he beat us really badly."

The female police officer followed the construction team leader's finger and looked at Yang Jiulang.

Seeing his pale, thin face, hunched back, sparse hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking weak and harmless, he snorted coldly and turned to stare at the construction foreman: "You mean, he attacked all seven of you by himself?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"And they beat you really badly?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The other two male officers laughed speechlessly. One of them yelled, "I advise you to behave yourself. If you dare to talk nonsense and make up stories again, I'll take you away."

The burly men became anxious upon hearing this, their faces turning red with embarrassment.

"Sir, we really didn't lie. You can ask everyone if you don't believe me," the construction team leader looked around, then pulled over a security guard and said, "Ask this comrade, the client's leaders, and the supervisors. Everyone saw it."

The female officer looked around, but no one said a word.

The team leader was so anxious that he shouted, and finally pointed at Yang Jiulang: "Sir, ask him, he works at the design institute, ask him."

The female officer certainly didn't believe that this weakling youth had done it, but the people on the ground, although there was a high degree of acting involved, did have bruises all over their bodies and faces, which were indeed injuries.

He then beckoned to Yang Jiulang and asked, "Tell me, did you hit them?"

"Yes!" Yang Jiulang stepped forward, nodded, and answered in a flat voice.

Everyone present was taken aback; no one expected Yang Jiulang to admit it so readily.

The female officer's gaze instantly shot to Yang Jiulang's face like lightning. She frowned tightly and said, word by word, "You mean, you really fought all these people by yourself?"

Yang Jiulang nodded and answered clearly, "I did it."

The female officer shook her head slightly: "Hitting someone is illegal. Have you thought it through?" She glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Even standing to the side, "Don't act rashly to protect someone."

"No, I would never lie to sir."

The female officer sighed and glanced at the two male officers behind her: "Take them away."

Yang Jiulang quickly said, "Wait, sir, although I hit someone, they were the ones who attacked first. I was just acting in self-defense."

The female police officer's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she stared at the construction foreman, asking, "Really? Did you start the fight?"

The skinny, muscular man was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly and vehemently denied it: "No, no, they are all leaders of the client company. We are inferiors, how could we dare to lay a hand on them! Besides, look at them, who among them has any injuries?"

The female officer frowned again; this matter was indeed damn suspicious.

She had seen many such construction site disputes before; usually, it was a group of workers who started the fight, and then they would be taken back and given a lecture before the matter was settled.

But today, the injured are a group of workers, and the one who did the beating is a weakling, who even admitted it himself.

I'm so frustrated, so incredibly frustrated. If this keeps up, my periods are going to become irregular.