Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The silver convoy drove through most of the northern district before coming to an abrupt stop in front of a magnificent building illuminated from below by colorful spotlights.

As soon as the waitress at the front door saw the convoy, she pressed the call bell, rubbed her hands together, and came over. Before she even reached Al, the manager, who had heard the call bell, rushed out of the main gate, pushed her aside, bowed ninety degrees, and spoke in a fawning tone.

"Boss, you've arrived."

Al didn't even look at the manager. He simply took off his gloves and threw them away. The manager quickly leaped out, his movements as agile as a top goalkeeper in the world of football. He caught the gloves with both hands, letting himself fall to the ground covered in mud and grass, a smile still on his face.

The waiter behind him stared wide-eyed, then immediately realized what was happening and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look.

My colleague last time was beaten up and fired just for glancing at me a couple of times.

The manager was so desperate to pick up the gloves because last time the boss carelessly threw them on the ground, and the manager didn't react in time, so he was criticized for incompetence and had his salary reduced by 20%.

The fact that the newly appointed boss has an unpredictable temper is an open secret within the Hai family.

The manager, with a forced smile, handed the gloves to the boy.

"Boss, your gloves."

The boy turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting from the manager's smiling face to the gloves he was holding in his hands.

I didn't accept it.

"You retrieved it much faster than last time."

"Of course, the boss's things are more important than my life. How could I dare not do it?" The manager said with a forced smile, cold sweat dripping down his round face.

"If the boss says just one word, I'll go through fire and water for him."

Al didn't speak, but smiled contemptuously and stepped onto the stairs.

"...Just throw it away!"

"…………?!"

"I think the things you've touched are dirty, so I don't want them."

"Who does he think he is, daring to touch my things?"

"A 20% pay cut—"

With a casual remark, he walked straight up the steps, followed by a group of people who burst into mocking laughter. Some were even more direct, raising their feet to kick the manager.

"Who does he think he is, daring to touch Boss Al's things?"

"Are you tired of living? Get back to work, or I'll fire you."

The manager managed to force a smile even after being kicked twice.

"That's right, that's a good lesson. I'll go back and reflect on it properly—"

Only after watching everyone go inside did he hug his knees and jump around in place, crying out in pain. From a distance, he looked like a fat ball in a suit bouncing around in place.

The waitress tried to help him up, but he scolded her through gritted teeth.

"I'm fine, don't help me!"

"What do you know? Being scolded by the boss is a blessing."

"—Just do your own job well, and don't meddle in other people's business."

The scolded waitress opened her mouth as if to say something, then touched her nose and obediently returned to the front desk.

Manager Xu lowered his knees, looked at the doorway, and then looked up at the sky.

"When will this ever end—"

"Sigh, when Miss Haiqing was in charge, she was picky and choosy. Now she knows what it means to have a hard time."

Since the former head of the family went to prison, the entire Hai family has become a mess.

The previous head of the family, Hai Qing, was too decisive and demanding. Although the business continued to operate as usual after she took over, it caused a lot of resentment among the subordinates.

Therefore, when Al succeeded his sister, the Hai family was quite supportive.

Who would have thought that Al would come up with such a reckless and unruly personality, completely letting loose and displaying a spoiled and dissolute lifestyle. He didn't care about anything, and when something went wrong, he would only blame his subordinates for being incompetent. He spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun with a bunch of his cronies.

Manager Xu wiped her round face with a small handkerchief.

"You didn't cherish it before, now you deserve it."

After he finished sighing, he was about to go inside when a greeting came from behind him.

"Hello."

Manager Xu turned his head in confusion and saw a young man standing behind him.

His eyes were dark, and he wore a smile, but a mischievous, curious glint shone in them.

Are you the manager here?

"This is my first time here, could you please introduce me to the place?"

Chapter Forty He's Worse Than a Beast

"Hahaha, did you guys see that... that old man bowing and scraping is really funny."

"I have to say, my kicks were accurate, and he could still laugh. He's spineless and shameless."

"...Heh heh, can someone with no backbone handle things in charge?"

"Next time I'll try kicking him a few times, aiming for his genitals, and see if he can still hold on—"

"Even if we can't hold on, we have to hold on!!"

Following behind Al, the young men with brightly colored hair made a lot of noise, joked with each other, and teased Manager Xu about his embarrassing situation.

They laughed as they rolled their eyes, slyly watching Al's reaction.

Al glanced over, his expression nonchalant.

"Speak up, why don't you continue?"

As he spoke, he kept walking toward the private room.

Encouraged, the young people cursed even more vehemently.

"To be honest, hiring Manager Xu shows a really poor eye for talent—"

"Women in charge are never good at it. Look at the Wen family now! Boss Al is the rightful heir of the Hai family!!"

"The true lineage of the Hai family lies with Boss Al!!"

"Good! Well said."

The group closest to Al raised their arms in cheers, while some drivers lagging behind looked at each other, not daring to join in or make a sound.

The people currently gathered around Al are all sycophants who came after the change of power in the Hai family. They flatter and fawn over him to the extreme. Some of the old ministers of the Hai family couldn't stand it and tried to remonstrate, but without exception, they were either dismissed or exiled to the frontier.

Those who remained all bowed their heads and bent their backs like Manager Xu, showing utmost respect and not daring to utter a sound.

Faced with this group's behavior of praising his sister while subtly criticizing her, Al smiled, waved his hand, and sat down in the soft, spacious sofa in the private room, looking quite pleased.

"Well said!"

"If the legitimacy doesn't lie with me, then who does?"

"Let's all have a good time today!!"

The group of young people at the head of the group cheered again, and the people behind them exchanged glances and weakly joined in the cheering.

"...Boss, aren't you going to find someone to accompany you?"

The green-haired youth at the head of the group rubbed his hands together and asked with a forced smile.

His companions also turned to look at him.

Almost every night, Al would bring a large group of his men to the club owned by the Hai family.

They provided food and drinks, and even the cost of hiring prostitutes was charged to the boss's account.

But Al himself never asked for a drink, and he rarely even drank alcohol.

This made his subordinates feel somewhat uneasy.

Al shrugged and smiled.

"This entire Hai family estate is now mine. The club is mine, everything inside is mine, my own stuff. Whether I want to enjoy it or not is my freedom."

"Seeing those people outside, drooling and desperately saving up to get in, is what makes me happiest—"

“I don’t spend any money myself, but I let you spend it, so what? Spend as much as you want, it’s my freedom. Put it all in my account, let’s see who dares to ask me for it.”

His words revealed his arrogant and dissolute lifestyle, and he finished with a bright smile.

Al's smile was infectious, causing his subordinates to smile along with him. But the next moment, he grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it straight down, hitting the green-haired youth who had been shouting the loudest and asking the first question with pinpoint accuracy.

The glass shattered on Al's forehead, leaving a gash. It then crashed to the ground with a loud bang, and everyone's smiles vanished instantly. They stared at Al with surprise and disbelief.

"...But what are you to dare ask me questions?"

"If you dare ask me anything again, get out of here—"

"My Hai family has no need for trash like you."

The green-haired youth didn't dare to cover his bulging, bleeding wound; he could only force a smile, just like Manager Xu.

"Yes, the boss is right."

"The boss is right, it's my fault."

Instead of covering his wound, he slapped himself in the face in self-deprecation.

The group of people traveling with him shivered and dared not utter a sound. The air was still and heavy for a few minutes before Al waved his hand, and the group left as if they had been granted a pardon.

Once the door to the private room closed, only Al remained inside. The dark sofa and dim lighting cast shadows on his face, and the light in his eyes was inscrutable.

The arrogant expression vanished from his face, replaced by a thoughtful look.

A dozen minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

As soon as the door opened, Manager Xu was rudely pushed in and immediately knelt on the ground.

The man who pushed him in glared at Al and stammered, complaining to him.