You Pull Me Along

City Seven, southern suburbs.

A sluggish river flowed around a large tract of wasteland. Sparse old trees dotted the ground, and ahead stood a tall factory building, rumbling with noise from within.

Guo Yang, who had only one arm left, led Yue Wen and the others to the outside of the factory. He pointed forward, "This is it. I used to clock in here every day."

"Still working this late? That's inhumane," Zhao Xing'er whispered, looking at the brightly lit factory.

Yue Wen secretly glanced at her expression, unsure if she included herself, who was also working overtime, when she said that.

He wondered why his suspicion had suddenly become so severe after becoming a boss.

He could even empathize with Boss Cao now.

Perhaps suspicion was a professional hazard for leaders.

"He's not human!" Guo Yang cursed again, then continued, "After we go inside, besides protecting me, please try to hold me back. I'm afraid if he deliberately provokes me, I might lose control and cause irreparable consequences! The most important thing today is to rescue my son; I can endure anything else."

"No problem," Yue Wen agreed.

"Don't worry, Uncle," Zhao Xing'er nodded. "We'll definitely keep things under control."

"You must hold me back, or you won't know... what a desperate father is capable of," Guo Yang took a deep breath, stared straight ahead, and puffed out his chest.

He was familiar with the place and led the two to the side entrance of the factory, heading straight for the office on the second floor. After knocking, they saw a balding, obese old man with glasses sitting in the boss's chair.

A classic scumbag boss image.

Behind his desk stood two men in black suits and sunglasses, arms crossed. Both were tall and burly with rough faces, their internal energy contained and their vitality abundant, undoubtedly cultivators.

Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er also crossed their arms and confronted them.

Guo Yang, who had managed to muster some courage earlier, suddenly hunched over again. Compared to the menacing gangsters opposite them, the two young people on their side looked more like obedient college students.

"Manager Chen," he called out tentatively.

"Yo, Old Guo," the fat boss glanced sideways, raising his chin. "Where did you find these two young ones? Your relatives?"

"I found them to help, Manager Chen..."

Guo Yang didn't introduce them further, fearing that mentioning he had invited cultivators to help deal with the boss might displease Manager Chen.

"You shut up and listen to me," Manager Chen frowned, interrupting Guo Yang. He then leaned back slowly. "Between you and me, it's just a matter of money. There's no need to make things so tense, right?"

"Yes, Manager Chen," Guo Yang's tone was humble. "I've worked for you for almost ten years, since your second year building the factory here. I've always been diligent. When we promoted the factory, I took everyone out to hand out flyers in the freezing cold, all for free, and never complained. I've put in a lot of effort, if not merit, for our company."

"I know," Manager Chen waved his hand. "I've seen all your hard work, and you've contributed a lot to our factory. That's why I say you should consider my situation more, understand my difficulties, and not come here to cause trouble time and again."

"Manager Chen, I'm not causing trouble. I lost my arm and am waiting for compensation to have surgery, that's why..." Guo Yang explained.

"If you have an accident and ask me for money, I can give it to you. But if everyone asks me for money, will I give it to all of them? Accidents have happened in our factory over the years, and if everyone came asking for money, could I afford it? People can't be so selfish!" Manager Chen said loudly with a stern face. "You only lost an arm, but I'm losing my business!"

"You!" Guo Yang gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

Seeing his attitude of bullying an honest person, Yue Wen felt a surge of anger.

He turned to look at Zhao Xing'er and saw no expression on her face, thinking that this girl had a truly good temper.

But recalling Guo Yang's demands before they came, Yue Wen suppressed the urge to punch him and decided to wait and see.

"Ahem." One of the burly men in sunglasses behind him cleared his throat and said, "Manager Chen is a friend of our Tiger Head Gang. Anyone who causes trouble for him is causing trouble for us..."

His tone gradually lengthened, carrying a strong threat.

"Heh heh." Manager Chen chuckled sinisterly. "Old Guo, I know your family situation very well. Even if you don't consider yourself, you have to consider your son, don't you?"

"So it was you!" Guo Yang suddenly stood up, glaring at the fat man opposite him, his eyes splitting with rage. "Where did you take my son?!"

"What are you talking about? I'm a law-abiding busi—" Manager Chen vehemently denied it.

But before he could finish, a white shadow flashed over.

"Haa!"

A fist glowing with red light fiercely struck his fat cheek, instantly caving in his face. As his body was propelled backward by the force, his entire frame was lifted into the air.

Boom--

Manager Chen's head was embedded in the wall several meters behind him, his limbs twitching in mid-air. As the person who had struck him withdrew their fist from his face, there was even a wet popping sound.

The figure standing by the wall, dressed in a shirt and long skirt, was originally a delicate outfit. But at this moment, her entire body was enveloped in red light, like demonic flames. Her skirt and long hair billowed wildly, exuding an indescribable ferocity.

This person was none other than Zhao Xing'er!

The seemingly most delicate and beautiful woman present was the first to strike, embedding Manager Chen into the wall with a single punch.

Even Yue Wen beside him hadn't reacted. The two Tiger Head Gang members certainly hadn't.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the two burly men shouted in unison, "How dare you!"

Yue Wen didn't give them a chance to pounce on Zhao Xing'er. He moved swiftly, also turning into an afterimage, unleashing the Dragon Wandering Loose Hand.

These gang thugs practiced hard qigong martial arts. The man on the left shouted, his arms rising, enveloped in qi. Yue Wen directly delivered a chest kick, sending him flying with a single blow.

A tiger shadow erupted from the back of the man on the right, roaring and clawing. Yue Wen blocked with his wrist, catching the attack on his Flying Sword bracelet. The qi was instantly broken, and blood splattered, eliciting a scream: "Ah..."

The echo hadn't even faded when Yue Wen backhanded him with a classic chop, knocking him out on the spot.

Though these two hulking men looked intimidating, they were only cultivators of the First Realm, having practiced a few clumsy martial arts techniques. They could bully ordinary people, but when they encountered a true practitioner, they were, to put it nicely, like stray dogs by the roadside, easily kicked to death without even a full yelp.

To put it bluntly, they had no power to resist.

After dealing with the two big men, Yue Wen quickly stepped forward to stop Zhao Xing'er.

At this moment, the young girl was engulfed in a red glow, as if she had entered some berserk mode. One punch wasn't enough to embed Manager Chen into the wall; she pulled her fist out and smashed it into his head again.

"You black-hearted dog! You won't compensate injured workers! Haa!" she cursed, throwing another punch.

BOOM!

Guo Yang was stunned. When he took the flyer, he never imagined this little girl had such power?

"You have money for protection fees to the mob, but no money for compensation? Haa!" Zhao Xing'er cursed again, her facial features contorting with rage as she swung her fist.

Another punch, BOOM!

The wall was completely smashed through. Manager Chen's limbs, still embedded, didn't even twitch.

Guo Yang felt scared and quickly stepped forward to plead, "Miss Zhao, stop! My son is still in his hands!"

"Right, you kidnapped his son too! Haa!" Zhao Xing'er's eyes blazed with red light, she cursed again, and threw another punch, shaking the entire building.

BOOM!

"I'm not reminding you to throw another punch!" Guo Yang tried to grab her but didn't dare get too close.

"And you make employees hand out flyers for free! Haa!" Zhao Xing'er cursed again, red flames erupting as her arm swung like a windmill.

BOOM!

"That's fine, I don't care about that!" Guo Yang shouted loudly.

Yue Wen, who had come to mediate, blushed and chuckled awkwardly, scratching his forehead.

Guo Yang grabbed him with one hand, urgently saying, "Stop laughing, Boss Yue, please try to persuade her."

Yue Wen was here for this very reason. He quickly shouted, "Little Zhao, stop! You'll have to pay for anything you break."

"Is this about breaking things?" Guo Yang turned around in shock.

What's wrong with the people at your agency?

"If I break things... deduct it from my base salary! Shibalala!" Zhao Xing'er's features were distorted in rage as she roared and swung another punch.

BOOM!

Through the cracks in the wall, Manager Chen's pig-like head could be seen, completely flattened.

Yue Wen said urgently, "But don't forget, your base salary is only three thousand! How could that possibly cover it?!"

"Is this about money, you two?" Guo Yang clutched his head in despair from the side. "Killing people is illegal, right?"

He looked helplessly at the flattened pig's head, thinking, Who will save him... no, who will save me? This won't be counted as me hiring a hitman, will it? I did hire one, but I only spent five hundred yuan. It's not worth this price, is it?!

"How you doing, man!"

No, you're still hitting while talking?

He was now like a desperate father.

Good heavens.

Someone pull her back!!!