Chapter 11 The Floral Shirt and the Big Hammer
In front of the Sanitation Management Department of Zhanan District, a leader of the Bai family's workers, accompanied by four of his brothers, was preparing to head south to go home.
"Laoli!" A worker from the Kong family shouted from nearby.
"What's up, Daming?"
"Hehe, nothing much. What are you guys doing later?" The Kong family worker led his two brothers across the street and approached them.
"We finished work, so we're heading home to eat and sleep," replied the Bai family worker.
"Want to grab a drink together?"
"Are you treating?"
"Sure, my treat." The Kong family worker was very generous.
"Alright then, let's go. We'll mooch off you for a meal, brother."
And so, the two groups of workers gathered together, eight people in total, and walked towards a small restaurant on Sihai Street.
On the way, the Bai family worker asked, "Hey, Daming, do you think our strike will be effective?"
"Who the hell knows? As long as we get paid, we'll keep working. Striking here every day is still better than working in the factory, right?" The Kong family worker gave a practical reply.
"True, as long as we get paid. Haha!"
As they chatted and walked about a hundred meters, a rusty SUV stopped on the side of the road, no more than five meters away from them.
The car door opened and five men in floral shirts and shorts, all in their thirties or older, rushed out.
"Li Gang, He Daming!" The leader of the floral-shirted men shouted.
"Who are you?" The Kong family worker turned around to look.
In the blink of an eye, the other four floral-shirted men immediately stepped forward and grabbed the necks of the leaders of the Bai and Kong families' workers.
"Hehe, it’s nothing really, we’re here just to chat with you guys."
"I don't know you, don’t I?"
"I'll let you get to know me now!" A burly man reached around to his lower back and pulled out a steel pipe that had been sharpened at one end. He then pointed the sharp end directly at He Daming's stomach and said, "Do you know me now?"
He Daming instinctively tried to break free from the man's grasp upon seeing this.
"Pfft!"
The unfamiliar man plunged the steel pipe directly into He Daming's abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out from within the hollow steel pipe.
Beside them, the other workers immediately reached out to help their colleague, but the middle-aged man in the flowered shirt who led the group lifted his shirt to reveal a gun handle, real or fake, and coolly pointed it at them saying, "Want to die? All of you stay on the side and watch!"
Although the situation in Dragon City was somewhat chaotic, private gun control was very strict. Whether it was private possession or trafficking, once caught with conclusive evidence, the punishment would be a sentence of over ten years or even the death penalty for a certain number of cases. Because the Chinese rulers here understood the people too well, many of them were former soldiers who had been to the front lines. If guns were not controlled, then given Dragon City's current political environment, there would be big incidents happening every so often. So when the workers saw that the other side had a gun, they all froze and didn't dare to move.
And so, the four bandits pulled He Daming and Li Gang by their arms and began hacking and stabbing them with knives and the sharpened steel pipe.
At this moment, some other workers from the management committee were on their way home, and they were the first to witness this bloody scene on the street.
He Daming and Li Gang were pinned to the ground by the four men and brutally slaughtered like pigs, staining the pavement with blood. But everyone around was just watching the show and no one dared to intervene or confront the five men. Some people took out their phones and called the police.
Covered in blood, Li Gang struggled and shouted, "Brother, what's going on? Don't hit me anymore, I was wrong, I give up..."
"Do you not have a loud voice? Can you not incite fear? Let me teach you how to use your mouth!"
The four men continued their merciless beating despite the pleas for mercy. The man in the floral shirt who had been watching from the side grew impatient. He turned around, opened the car door, and pulled out a heavy steel hammer, shouting, "F*ck, do you think they'll understand pain and fear from this? Get out of here, all of you!"
The four men immediately stepped back, clutching their bloody knives and steel pipes.
The man in the floral shirt approached Li Gang and He Daming with the steel hammer. He stomped on one of their thighs with his foot and then lifted his arms high, shouting, "Step on his hand!"
The other four men rushed forward and pressed down on their arms, pinning them to the ground.
"Bang! Crack!"
"Ah!!!"
The hammer struck down, and He Daming's painful screams echoed through the street. His right leg knee was visibly bent and deformed, with bone fragments piercing through the skin and blood gushing out uncontrollably.
"Bang!"
The man in the flowered shirt once again lifted his arms and smashed the hammer in the same spot as before.
With this blow, He Daming was completely overcome with pain and passed out. A piece of bone splinter from his right knee jutted out, piercing through the skin and causing blood to spurt out wildly from the wound.
The workers around who had been spectating were dumbfounded, their bodies covered in goosebumps.
The leader in the flowered shirt continued his actions, using the simplest and most brutal method to shatter He Daming and Li Gang's legs into pieces. After breaking them, he gasped and said, "See that? Have you understood the details? You have to do it this way so that they will be afraid and tremble."
Beside him, the remaining six workers dared not move at all, even unconsciously controlling their own breathing.
The man in the floral shirt, who was holding his own hammer, turned his head and looked briefly at the six remaining workers. He spoke concisely, saying, "Did you see what was written on the sign at the entrance of the main office building? No loud noise allowed! We, as ordinary citizens, need to respect the opinions of the organization. Don't shout anymore, or else you'll bother me. Do you understand?"
The six workers nodded woodenly.
"Let's go!" The man in the floral shirt led the group into the car and quickly left the scene.
Across the street, Lu Feng sat in a business car with his legs crossed and yawned. He said, "Find a few foremen and use word of mouth to influence them in the industry. Whoever shouts the loudest will get their legs smashed. Whoever listens well, may still have a chance to work for me in the future."
"I understand, boss," the driver said as he drove away.
...
Ten minutes after the incident, the police from the Zhanan District Public Security Bureau arrived at the scene, but the patient had already been carried away to the hospital by colleagues.
At the same time, in the Kong family compound, Kong Zhenghui heard that one of his workers had an accident. He showed no surprise and only said lightly, "Good, Changqing can't hold it in anymore. Go arrange things at the hospital... Never mind, I'll go myself."
At the Su family garbage dump, Su Tianyu and his sister had been waiting for two days. He was actually waiting for something.
In the evening, after they finished their meal, Su Tianyu went into the main building to use the restroom. But he inadvertently noticed the somewhat stuttering black iron tower outside of his sister's room window and glanced at it.
Su Tianyu looked at the back of the black iron tower and followed his gaze to his sister's room. That was when he noticed that there were many undergarments hanging on her clothes rack.
The black iron tower was somewhat mesmerized and didn't notice Su Tianyu for a moment.
"What the f***! This guy is a pervert!" Su Tianyu cursed inwardly.
Chapter 11 The Floral Shirt and the Big Hammer
In front of the Sanitation Management Department of Zhanan District, a leader of the Bai family's workers, accompanied by four of his brothers, was preparing to head south to go home.
"Laoli!" A worker from the Kong family shouted from nearby.
"What's up, Daming?"
"Hehe, nothing much. What are you guys doing later?" The Kong family worker led his two brothers across the street and approached them.
"We finished work, so we're heading home to eat and sleep," replied the Bai family worker.
"Want to grab a drink together?"
"Are you treating?"
"Sure, my treat." The Kong family worker was very generous.
"Alright then, let's go. We'll mooch off you for a meal, brother."
And so, the two groups of workers gathered together, eight people in total, and walked towards a small restaurant on Sihai Street.
On the way, the Bai family worker asked, "Hey, Daming, do you think our strike will be effective?"
"Who the hell knows? As long as we get paid, we'll keep working. Striking here every day is still better than working in the factory, right?" The Kong family worker gave a practical reply.
"True, as long as we get paid. Haha!"
As they chatted and walked about a hundred meters, a rusty SUV stopped on the side of the road, no more than five meters away from them.
The car door opened and five men in floral shirts and shorts, all in their thirties or older, rushed out.
"Li Gang, He Daming!" The leader of the floral-shirted men shouted.
"Who are you?" The Kong family worker turned around to look.
In the blink of an eye, the other four floral-shirted men immediately stepped forward and grabbed the necks of the leaders of the Bai and Kong families' workers.
"Hehe, it’s nothing really, we’re here just to chat with you guys."
"I don't know you, don’t I?"
"I'll let you get to know me now!" A burly man reached around to his lower back and pulled out a steel pipe that had been sharpened at one end. He then pointed the sharp end directly at He Daming's stomach and said, "Do you know me now?"
He Daming instinctively tried to break free from the man's grasp upon seeing this.
"Pfft!"
The unfamiliar man plunged the steel pipe directly into He Daming's abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out from within the hollow steel pipe.
Beside them, the other workers immediately reached out to help their colleague, but the middle-aged man in the flowered shirt who led the group lifted his shirt to reveal a gun handle, real or fake, and coolly pointed it at them saying, "Want to die? All of you stay on the side and watch!"
Although the situation in Dragon City was somewhat chaotic, private gun control was very strict. Whether it was private possession or trafficking, once caught with conclusive evidence, the punishment would be a sentence of over ten years or even the death penalty for a certain number of cases. Because the Chinese rulers here understood the people too well, many of them were former soldiers who had been to the front lines. If guns were not controlled, then given Dragon City's current political environment, there would be big incidents happening every so often. So when the workers saw that the other side had a gun, they all froze and didn't dare to move.
And so, the four bandits pulled He Daming and Li Gang by their arms and began hacking and stabbing them with knives and the sharpened steel pipe.
At this moment, some other workers from the management committee were on their way home, and they were the first to witness this bloody scene on the street.
He Daming and Li Gang were pinned to the ground by the four men and brutally slaughtered like pigs, staining the pavement with blood. But everyone around was just watching the show and no one dared to intervene or confront the five men. Some people took out their phones and called the police.
Covered in blood, Li Gang struggled and shouted, "Brother, what's going on? Don't hit me anymore, I was wrong, I give up..."
"Do you not have a loud voice? Can you not incite fear? Let me teach you how to use your mouth!"
The four men continued their merciless beating despite the pleas for mercy. The man in the floral shirt who had been watching from the side grew impatient. He turned around, opened the car door, and pulled out a heavy steel hammer, shouting, "F*ck, do you think they'll understand pain and fear from this? Get out of here, all of you!"
The four men immediately stepped back, clutching their bloody knives and steel pipes.
The man in the floral shirt approached Li Gang and He Daming with the steel hammer. He stomped on one of their thighs with his foot and then lifted his arms high, shouting, "Step on his hand!"
The other four men rushed forward and pressed down on their arms, pinning them to the ground.
"Bang! Crack!"
"Ah!!!"
The hammer struck down, and He Daming's painful screams echoed through the street. His right leg knee was visibly bent and deformed, with bone fragments piercing through the skin and blood gushing out uncontrollably.
"Bang!"
The man in the flowered shirt once again lifted his arms and smashed the hammer in the same spot as before.
With this blow, He Daming was completely overcome with pain and passed out. A piece of bone splinter from his right knee jutted out, piercing through the skin and causing blood to spurt out wildly from the wound.
The workers around who had been spectating were dumbfounded, their bodies covered in goosebumps.
The leader in the flowered shirt continued his actions, using the simplest and most brutal method to shatter He Daming and Li Gang's legs into pieces. After breaking them, he gasped and said, "See that? Have you understood the details? You have to do it this way so that they will be afraid and tremble."
Beside him, the remaining six workers dared not move at all, even unconsciously controlling their own breathing.
The man in the floral shirt, who was holding his own hammer, turned his head and looked briefly at the six remaining workers. He spoke concisely, saying, "Did you see what was written on the sign at the entrance of the main office building? No loud noise allowed! We, as ordinary citizens, need to respect the opinions of the organization. Don't shout anymore, or else you'll bother me. Do you understand?"
The six workers nodded woodenly.
"Let's go!" The man in the floral shirt led the group into the car and quickly left the scene.
Across the street, Lu Feng sat in a business car with his legs crossed and yawned. He said, "Find a few foremen and use word of mouth to influence them in the industry. Whoever shouts the loudest will get their legs smashed. Whoever listens well, may still have a chance to work for me in the future."
"I understand, boss," the driver said as he drove away.
...
Ten minutes after the incident, the police from the Zhanan District Public Security Bureau arrived at the scene, but the patient had already been carried away to the hospital by colleagues.
At the same time, in the Kong family compound, Kong Zhenghui heard that one of his workers had an accident. He showed no surprise and only said lightly, "Good, Changqing can't hold it in anymore. Go arrange things at the hospital... Never mind, I'll go myself."
At the Su family garbage dump, Su Tianyu and his sister had been waiting for two days. He was actually waiting for something.
In the evening, after they finished their meal, Su Tianyu went into the main building to use the restroom. But he inadvertently noticed the somewhat stuttering black iron tower outside of his sister's room window and glanced at it.
Su Tianyu looked at the back of the black iron tower and followed his gaze to his sister's room. That was when he noticed that there were many undergarments hanging on her clothes rack.
The black iron tower was somewhat mesmerized and didn't notice Su Tianyu for a moment.
"What the f***! This guy is a pervert!" Su Tianyu cursed inwardly.
