Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Slurp—"

A sickening scraping sound.

Liu Haizhong's right foot seemed to step onto a piece of ice smeared with butter, and he slid forward with a sudden burst of speed!

"Holy crap!"

Liu Haizhong felt his center of gravity instantly lose its balance.

His round, chubby body, weighing around 200 pounds, did a comically split in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "boom" resounded!

He landed heavily on the cold, muddy ground in a prostrate position.

Its enormous belly even bounced twice on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ouch! My back!"

Liu Haizhong winced in pain, seeing stars.

The three patrolmen behind him were startled and hurriedly pulled him up from the ground.

"Team Leader Liu, are you alright?"

"Get out of here! Are you blind? Who threw that banana peel away like that?!"

Liu Haizhong angrily slapped the mud off his body.

He rubbed his still aching lower back, cursing his bad luck inwardly, but he only considered it an accident and didn't think about the rusty nail at all.

"Let's go! Back to Workshop One!"

Despite the pain, Liu Haizhong limped back with the others.

He had a "great victory" from Zhang Huaimin today. Not only did he seize the supplies, but he also got away unscathed. He had to go back to the workshop and show off.

Inside Workshop No. 1.

The machines roared and sparks flew.

Yi Zhonghai, who was redeeming himself through meritorious service, was hunched over in a corner, polishing parts.

Since being demoted, he hasn't dared to breathe loudly, fearing that others might find something to use against him.

"Clang!"

The workshop's large iron gate was pushed open forcefully.

Liu Haizhong, heavily pregnant, walked in with his hands behind his back and his signature pigeon-toed gait (though he limped, he still exuded an air of authority).

Several carts followed behind him.

It was filled with precious materials such as copper wire and special steel plates that should have belonged to Zhang Huaimin's laboratory.

"Everyone, stop! Look over here!"

Liu Haizhong stood on the high platform in the center of the workshop and shouted in his hoarse voice.

The workers in the workshop stopped what they were doing and looked at him curiously.

Even Yi Zhonghai raised his head, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"See these great materials?"

Liu Haizhong patted the copper wire on the cart with a smug look on his face.

"I, Lao Liu, fought my way out of that five-year-old brat Zhang Huaimin and snatched it back for our workshop!"

"That kid got special permission from the factory manager and is playing house in the abandoned warehouse. What a waste!"

"Thanks to Deputy Factory Director Li's wisdom, I was able to intercept all these supplies!"

Liu Haizhong spoke eloquently, portraying himself as a great hero who dared to fight against "privilege" for the benefit of the workshop.

The workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although everyone knows that Zhang Huaimin fixed the machine tool.

But seeing is believing, and everyone was quite happy to see so many high-level materials that they couldn't usually get into their workshop.

"Master Liu is awesome!"

"Master Liu is still thinking of our workshop!"

Several of his apprentices, who usually liked to fawn over Liu Haizhong, immediately took the lead in flattering him.

As Liu Haizhong listened to these flattering remarks, he felt as if his bones had become lighter, and he completely forgot the pain from his fall.

He swaggered over to his original level seven forging workbench.

I'm preparing to show off my skills to my apprentices.

"Go, bring me that eight-pound hammer. I'll demonstrate how to forge high-strength bearings!"

While instructing his apprentice, Liu Haizhong took out the rusty iron nail he had obtained from Zhang Huaimin from his pocket.

He casually tossed it onto the smooth anvil on the workbench.

Clang.

The nail bounced once on the anvil and came to a steady stop.

Liu Haizhong took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his muscular arms.

He took the eight-pound hammer from his apprentice, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and took a deep breath.

His posture made it seem as if he had already become the workshop director and was giving orders.

However, no one noticed.

That "unlucky nail" that he threw on the anvil.

Without any external force acting on it.

It began to roll strangely and extremely slowly on the smooth anvil.

"Gurgle..."

The nail rolled faster and faster until it reached the edge of the anvil.

At this moment, Liu Haizhong raised the heavy hammer high, his eyes fixed on a red-hot steel billet on the anvil.

"Watch closely! This is the skill level of a seventh-grade worker!"

Liu Haizhong roared, preparing to smash the heavy hammer down.

At this critical moment!

The unlucky nail fell off the edge of the anvil with a "thud".

It hit him squarely on the instep of his left foot, which was clad in a thin work shoe.

Although it was just an iron nail.

However, with the added blessing of strong bad luck.

Liu Haizhong felt as if he had been pricked by a needle on the instep. Although it wasn't severe, it made him instinctively flinch.

This sudden shiver was fatal!

His left foot unconsciously took a half step back.

But when he fell, the soles of his shoes were covered in mud, which meant there was little friction on the smooth cement floor of the workshop.

This is a half-step back.

"Sizzle—"

Liu Haizhong's left foot slipped again!

His body, which had been holding the heavy hammer high with his weight entirely on his front half, instantly lost its balance.

"Ouch!"

A terrified scream came from Liu Haizhong, and his massive body fell forward uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

His shiny, oily head looked like a bowling ball.

It slammed hard against the edge of that incredibly hard cast iron anvil, without any cushioning!

"Buzz—"

Liu Haizhong felt as if an air raid siren was sounding in his head.

I saw stars before my eyes, and a warm stream flowed down my forehead.

But this is just the appetizer to the series of bad luck.

Because of the violent impact and pain.

Liu Haizhong's hands, which had been tightly gripping the heavy hammer, instinctively loosened.

That solid iron hammer weighed a full eight pounds (about seven kilograms).

Under the influence of gravity, it falls straight down from mid-air!

Below is Liu Haizhong's right foot, which was stretched forward because he slipped!

"Clang!"

A dull, teeth-grinding sound of metal colliding with flesh echoed clearly in the workshop.

That eight-pound iron hammer.

With the acceleration of its descent, it slammed squarely into the big toe of Liu Haizhong's right foot without any deviation!

"Snap!"

Faintly, one could hear the sound of bones breaking.

Time seemed to stand still in that second.

Liu Haizhong's eyes widened, and his face instantly changed from rosy to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to purplish-blue.

A full three seconds passed.

Intense, excruciating pain, enough to make one faint.

It traveled up his toes, like a high-voltage current rushing straight to his brain.

"ah--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, unlike anything a human could make, came out, like that of a wild boar being skinned alive.

A deafening explosion erupted inside Workshop No. 1!

The sound was so piercing that it made the dust on the workshop ceiling fall down in a flurry.

Liu Haizhong clutched his right foot and rolled wildly on the ground like a ball.

The pain was so intense that tears and snot streamed down my face, and cold sweat instantly soaked my entire body.

"My foot! My foot is broken! It hurts so much!"

He screamed in agony and rolled around on the ground.

His arrogant and domineering demeanor from just moments ago has now been twisted into a pretzel by extreme pain.

The workers in the workshop were all dumbfounded.

What... what kind of situation is this?

Can you hit your head with a hammer and smash your toes?

This is simply unheard of!

"Master Liu! Master Liu, what's wrong?"

The apprentices then realized what was happening, hurriedly dropped what they were doing, and ran over to help Liu Haizhong up.

Yi Zhonghai, who had been working in the corner, was also startled when he saw this scene.

Although he couldn't stand seeing Liu Haizhong's smugness.

But since they were all from the same courtyard house, they couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so they quickly put down their files and ran over.

"Quick! Help Old Liu up and take him to the clinic!"

Yi Zhonghai directed several young workers to frantically pull Liu Haizhong, who was rolling wildly on the ground.

however.

The "powerful bad luck trait" personally imposed by Zhang Huaimin.

If it only hurts someone's foot, then it wouldn't do justice to the word "powerful".

Liu Haizhong was in so much pain that he lost his mind.

Pulled by several people, he struggled and thrashed about like a fat fish out of water.

"Let go of me! It hurts! Don't touch my foot!"

He rolled around on the ground.

They didn't notice at all.

In the direction he was rolling, about two meters away.

An apprentice was changing the lubricating oil on the machine tool just now.

An open iron drum filled with black waste engine oil sat there quietly.