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

The two fought side by side.

Yang Jiulang was on the left, his punches landing with a resounding thud, each blow accompanied by the dull thud of bones shattering; Li Xiaoli was on the right, her kicks were fierce, each kick sending the thugs screaming for their parents.

They stood back to back, leaving no blind spots between them, their offense and defense transitioning smoothly and seamlessly, their teamwork as if they had rehearsed a thousand times, or as if they were doing something else they had been doing recently.

Screams rose and fell, from the fierce "Fuck him" to the panicked "Holy shit!", and finally only wails and pleas for mercy remained.

Within minutes, all of the dozen or so thugs were knocked to the ground. They lay sprawled all over the room, some rolling around clutching their broken arms, some curled up in a ball clutching their ribs, some with blood all over their faces and unable to open their eyes, crying out for their parents and trembling in fear.

The entire room looked like it had been swept by a tornado; tables and chairs were overturned, instant noodle soup was spilled all over the floor, and QQ messages were still flashing on the computer screen, creating an absurd scene with the mess and groans.

Yang Jiulang stood in the middle of the mess, his breathing steady and his hair intact.

His gaze swept across the room again, and he asked coldly, "I'll ask you one more time, who is Takashi Akira?"

The man with the hoarse voice and red bumps on his face finally raised his hand, trembling.

He huddled under the table, his crotch soaked, his face pale and bluish, his lips trembling so much he could barely speak: "I...I am..."

Yang Jiulang walked over, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out from under the table, and stepped on him, asking, "Gao Shizhao, do you know why you were beaten?"

Gao Shizhao's eyes were glazed over. After thinking hard, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know. I don't know when I offended you two heroes."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "It's good that you don't know."

After saying that, his fists rained down, targeting places that hurt but weren't fatal: the bridge of his nose, his eye sockets, his ribs, and his kneecaps.

Gao Shizhao was beaten so badly that he rolled on the ground, howling like a pig being slaughtered. His face was bruised and swollen, and he had lost two front teeth. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

Lee Hyori, panting, shook the blood off her hands. Seeing a pack of tissues on the table, she went over and grabbed two to wipe her hands.

My gaze inadvertently swept over a row of computers on the table with their screens lit up.

The moment her gaze fell upon it, she froze as if struck by lightning.

The screen was filled with QQ chat windows, and the conversation history in each window was almost identical.

"Direct recruitment from Dongguan factory, meals and accommodation provided."

"Lots of girls, easy and relaxing."

"Come over and get your travel expenses reimbursed, and then we'll arrange your job."

This is a typical factory recruitment scam. They prey on honest people who have come from their hometowns with little money, hoping to earn money by working in a factory. After luring them in, they ransack their homes, then dump them on the roadside, not caring whether they live or die.

One of the QQ profile pictures was particularly jarring.

Nickname: Guancheng Zhaoge.

Lee Hyori began to tremble violently, from her fingertips to her shoulders, then her entire body. A surge of blood rushed from her chest to her head, making her temples throb, and her eyes instantly reddened. Her voice trembled as she turned to the wailing crowd and shouted, "Wancheng Zhao-ge, whose QQ account... is this?"

Gao Shizhao shrank back, trembling like a leaf. He didn't know why this female demon had suddenly gone berserk against this QQ account, but the beating he had just received had completely shattered his courage. He dared not lie, his voice barely audible, trembling with extreme fear: "I...my..."

In an instant, Lee Hyori completely exploded.

Back then, she and Qinqin ran away from their hometown with only a few hundred yuan in their pockets. They were completely scammed by this "Brother Zhao from Dongguan" on QQ. In the end, after they transferred the money to him, he disappeared without a trace.

New and old grudges surged into my heart.

Lee Hyori rushed forward and said to Yang Gu-rang, "Big brother, you rest for a while, I'll take care of it."

Yang Jiulang asked, puzzled, "Don't get your hands dirty."

"Brother, he's the one who tricked us into coming to Dongguan."

"Ah, isn't this a coincidence? I'll leave it to you." Yang Jiulang kicked the person on the ground and took two steps back.

Lee Hyori pounced on him and unleashed a flurry of kicks, even more brutal than Yang Kuro's, each one striking the bone. Koichi Akio was beaten so badly he howled like a banshee, rolling around on the ground like a dead dog, begging for mercy until his voice was distorted.

"You liar! How much money have you swindled? How many people have you harmed?!"

Exhausted from typing, panting heavily, she grabbed the mouse on the table, opened a chat window, and wrote: "Don't believe him, he's a scammer."

However, with just one QQ account, there are dozens or even hundreds of people chatting at the same time. How can one possibly reply to everyone?

Lee Hyori looked up at Yang Gu-rang.

Yang Jiulang suddenly had an idea and waved his hand at Lee Hyori: "No need for that."

He took out his phone, scrolled through his WeChat friends, and found the female police officer he had met when he dealt with the incident at the construction site, Chen Xue.

I had added her as a friend after I sent her a video of the workers doing the job.

Yang Jiulang opened WeChat, edited the message, and sent it:

[Team Leader Chen, I stumbled upon a suspected criminal operation in an urban village, and I also discovered they might be part of a fraud ring. Could you come and take a look?]

[Location.] Chen Xue replied immediately.

After sending his location, Yang Jiulang looked around the room and, confirming that there was only one door through which they could enter and exit, shouted to everyone, "Lie down properly. I've called an ambulance for you; it'll be here soon."

After saying that, he pulled Lee Hyori out and closed the door.

The two sat down on the curb and each lit a cigarette.

"Honey," Lee Hyori asked, "did you really call an ambulance for them?"

Yang Jiulang grinned: "A car with handcuffs."

Lee Hyori smiled, pursing her lips.

"Don't worry, once they take over, they'll be much more professional than us, and they'll make sure those who are being scammed are informed."

Lee Hyori finally breathed a sigh of relief, her bright eyes fixed on Yang Gulang, and whispered, "Thank you, husband."

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, and suddenly realized that she was not only thanking him for finding the person who had deceived him, but also for those who were being deceived.

Looking at the capable, beautiful, and kind-hearted girl beside him, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart, pulled her into his arms, and said softly, "Hyori, don't worry, with me here, you will never be deceived again, never be bullied, and never suffer again."

"Mmm~" Lee Hyori leaned against Yang Gulang's warm and wet embrace, which made her feel safe.

Before he could even finish his cigarette, the siren blared, "Oh~ Oh~" as it drew closer.

Lee Hyori stepped out of Yang Gulang's arms, listened for a moment, and said, "So fast. I really wish it could have been longer."

Yang Jiulang cleared his throat: "That's called being well-trained and responding quickly. Sometimes, being a minute faster means catching one more bad guy and saving more lives..."

He suddenly froze: "Wait, Hyori, do you want to hear what you just said?"

Lee Hyori buried her face in her arms and chuckled, her thin shoulders trembling slightly...