Excessive ferocity due to caution

If you see a colleague in gray work clothes come to borrow something, please do not agree and quickly move away from them!

Rule number six.

Upon seeing the gray-clad man pushing the cart away in the distance, Zhao Yi immediately recalled the terms of the rules.

The man in gray seemed to sense Zhao Yi's gaze, turned his head, and smiled slightly at Zhao Yi.

A very friendly smile, with burning passion in his eyes.

Zhao Yi responded with a very friendly smile.

Upon seeing Zhao Yi's smile and the blue-flame Gatling gun in his hand, the gray-clad personnel wisely left.

Zhao Yi watched the gray-clad man's departing figure.

...

[Gray-clad Man: Trigger-based Neutral]

Weakness: None

[Note: You can talk to him, but don't lend him anything, and don't spend more than 5 minutes with him. The longer you spend with him, the more dangerous he becomes.]

...

"A monster with a strange design..."

"Is it related to 'rust'?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Zhao Yi's mind. His gaze pierced through the hot and intense light and locked onto the gray-clad man's limping leg.

It's very bulky.

Even if a person's leg is broken, it wouldn't be this clumsy.

The density of bones and flesh determines the weight of that volume.

He watched for a long time until the man in gray disappeared from his sight.

Not long after, a cry of surprise rang out.

"Where's my stroller?"

"Damn it! Are you trying to play dirty tricks on me?"

"Who took my stroller?"

"Stop playing... I'm angry!"

The malevolent ghost with the Mediterranean hairstyle roared in a fit of rage, emanating a heavy aura of malevolence. However, the ghosts nearby merely glanced at it and continued with their own tasks.

They even thought it was a good thing.

After all, there is a limit to the number of outstanding employees that can be selected.

One less person means one less competitor.

Ying Xiong angrily threw a set of Thomas Flair military boxing punches at the surrounding air, then stared at Zhao Yi with red eyes.

"Did you, you treacherous human, hide my stroller?!"

"Are you afraid I'll steal your best employees?!"

He came over aggressively, and Zhao glanced at him, then shrugged.

"It's obviously not me."

"An old man in gray just came and pushed your car away."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from afar.

"He's the one who pushed it away... He lost his own car, so he pushed yours away."

The two looked over.

It was a skinny ghost with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, standing next to the scoundrel, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

The scoundrel also wore a chilling smile.

Ying Xiong slowly turned his head and stared intently at Zhao Yi.

"What else do you have to say?"

Zhao Yi pointed to his cart and laughed:

"Do you want to have it checked?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Xiong's beady eyes gleamed with a strange light.

They pretended to examine it carefully.

He bared his teeth and said viciously:

"You damned human!"

"This is clearly my car; the wheel treads are exactly the same!"

"You lost your own bike and took my stroller too! I'm calling Brother Chen Fei right now to tell him what happened!"

After saying that, he turned around and kept winking at the two rascals.

"Brothers!"

"That damned human is so ungrateful, trying to frame me... You'll have to help me later!"

The distant, pointed-mouthed, monkey-faced ghost raised its fist, its expression filled with rage:

"Don't worry, brother!"

Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied!

"With all of us as your witnesses, this treacherous and cunning human will surely be brought to justice today!"

After he finished speaking, several other ghosts seemed to understand something and immediately echoed:

"That's right!"

"Good will prevail over evil!"

"If you ate two bowls of noodles, you have to pay for both!"

"Let the fucking bullets fly for a while!"

"..."

These voices rose and fell, and the scoundrel revealed a smug and cruel smile!

Among this group of new employees, there must be a leader!

No one else could do it.

If these ghosts knew what was good for them, they could start choosing sides right now.

Those who refuse to take sides... we'll find a way to get rid of them all!

Just as the ghosts were in high spirits, an untimely voice rang out:

"He didn't do it."

"I saw it; your car was pushed away by a person in a gray shirt."

Under the blazing sunlight, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

Many eyes were drawn to that direction.

It was a ghost wearing a yellow hard hat.

He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his appearance was unremarkable.

They disappeared as soon as they entered the crowd.

But at crucial moments, they dare to stand up and speak the truth.

This ghost had helped Zhao Yi once before, at the notice board.

"Young man, lying comes at a price!"

The scoundrel's face darkened.

The man in the yellow hat was stubborn and didn't back down at all.

"My master always taught me that you can't lie, even if you're a ghost."

"I would never lie!"

The atmosphere was somewhat delicate, tinged with tension.

Zhao Yi was also somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that a ghost would speak up for him.

He looked around carefully.

Yes, there are no cameras.

A thought crossed my mind.

The thumbtack appeared in Zhao Yi's palm. He calculated the force and distance precisely, and using the cart as cover, threw it behind Ying Xiong's feet.

Then he suddenly grabbed the cart, and Ying Xiong, seeing this, also grabbed the cart, trying to snatch it from Zhao Yi!

This is a very interesting thing.

Whether it's fighting over something or tug-of-war, people always take a step back to stabilize their center of gravity or assert their dominance.

This step can be long or short, of course.

Therefore, Ying Xiong did not step on the thumbtack set by Zhao Yi with his first kick.

But this does not mean that Ying Xiong is safe.

Because the man in front of him... was too cunning.

He will adjust his own power based on the strength of Ying Xiong's response.

After a slight tug, Ying Xiong lost his balance and had to start adjusting his position.

One adjustment, two adjustments...

On the third attempt, he successfully stepped on the thumbtack that Zhao Yi had set up beforehand.

The thin sole of the shoe was pierced in an instant. The thumbtack, so sharp that it could even reflect a cold light, pierced Ying Xiong's Yongquan acupoint without any hesitation!

Ying Xiong's expression was strange. He slowly lifted his foot and took off his shoes.

Fresh blood seeped out along with black athlete's foot.

He pried the thumbtack off and tossed it aside, not really caring.

Although the rules state that once a wound is left on the body, the senior employee should be notified immediately so that the wound can be treated with medication at the medical room.

But what kind of damage can a thumbtack cause?

Doesn't the wound heal instantly?

Ying Xiong thought to himself that he didn't take the thumbtacks to heart.

But as he moved his leg slightly, he suddenly sensed something was wrong...

There seems to be something on the soles of my feet.

It's uncomfortable to the touch.

Moreover, when you step on it, you can clearly feel a mixture of intense pain and intense itching!

This feeling is definitely not something a wound could cause!

Realizing the problem, Ying Xiong immediately took off his shoes again and looked at the soles of his feet.

Its pupils suddenly focused!

On the sole of its foot, where the thumbtack had just pierced... a sharp... irregular rust had grown out!

He suddenly reached out, trying to pry off the rust from the sole of his foot!

The excruciating pain spread—

Oh!

The rust seemed to have taken root in the soles of his feet, and with a bit of effort, the rust was indeed pried off...

But along with it came large chunks of torn flesh!

Blood gushed out suddenly. Ying Xiong panicked and quickly took out his mobile phone to call Chen Fei, briefly describing the problem to him.

Even at this moment, he didn't forget to mention to Chen Fei that Zhao Yi had snatched his cart.

This is a classic case of the devil accusing the devil first.

After hanging up the phone, Ying Xiong grinned maliciously at Zhao Yi:

"You despicable human...you're finished!"

"Foreman Chen Fei will be here soon. If he finds out you lost your own cart and then tried to take mine... you'll be kicked out of the factory!"

Zhao Yi did not respond.

He stared at the soles of Ying Xiong's raised feet.

The gushing blood had completely stopped... Of course, this was not because Ying Xiong had a strong self-healing ability.

Instead, large patches of rust had grown on the soles of his feet, where the wounds were extremely large!

Zhao Yi's silence and gaze made Ying Xiong realize what was happening. The sinister smile on his face gradually froze, turning into a look of panic.

"My legs..."

Why can't I exert any force?

He lowered his head.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Grass!"

"How the hell did all this rust get onto my body?!"

Chen Fei, a veteran employee, quickly ran over from a distance. Because he was dragging a heavy iron chain that was more than ten meters long, the terrifying scraping sound coming from the other end could be heard from a great distance.

This ferocious and powerful monster... thankfully it's not an enemy; it possesses high intelligence and rationality.

Who made the call?

Chen Fei asked loudly.

Ying Xiong immediately raised his hand.

When Chen Fei arrived, his face turned extremely ugly upon seeing the rust on Ying Xiong's foot!

"Foreman Chen...this treacherous and cunning human stole my cart..."

The first thing Ying Xiong did upon meeting Chen Fei was not to ask about the rust, but to try to frame Zhao Yi for stealing his cart.

There were also many ghostly figures echoing at the exit in the distance, but Chen Fei's attention was clearly not on them at all.

"How long has the rust appeared on the wound?"

"Uh... a few minutes."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei's expression worsened.

"Hurry up and come with me to the infirmary!"

"Hurry up!"

"Any later and it might be too late!"

He spoke urgently, and led the bewildered Ying Xiong to the infirmary.

Ying Xiong stammered, still talking about the stroller, but Chen Fei completely ignored him.

We've gone a bit too far.

Chen Fei turned around and glanced at Zhao Yi.

The guy was bent over, seemingly picking something up...

PS: Although I only updated two chapters today, I still managed to write over 5000 words. I'll resume updating 6000+ words as soon as I'm done with these two days.

Thank you for reading.

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