Come on, let's hurt each other!
When Li Bai and the two demonesses arrived at Kunlun Demon Realm Company, the entire production base was brightly lit.
Unless there was an emergency, the production base kept only basic lighting on, except in the workshops and warehouse area.
Although someone had deliberately cut the power, the backup power plan they'd prepared in advance—because money wasn't an issue—had kicked in on its own and promptly ensured a steady supply of electricity. The production lines, which ran around the clock in three shifts, had neither stopped nor suffered any losses.
Even so, the incident had caused considerable trouble for Kunlun Demon Realm Company's production base.
The black big Benz drove through the production base's main gate. A few people came out to greet them, and Li Bai was taken aback.
The security chief, sporting a bruised and swollen face, had come in person to welcome them. Judging by his half-piglike face, he'd clearly been through a fierce fight early that morning.
The production base's two security chiefs were both former reconnaissance company commanders. They might not be able to take on a hundred men, but seven or eight ordinary people would be no problem. The captured thief must have been quite a handful, or the security chief wouldn't have looked like that. His left eye had taken a solid blow, too.
Li Bai glanced at the security chief's swollen face and black eye, then said to Little Red Carp beside him, "Hong Li, give Chief Dai a jar of Snow Skin Lotion later."
A former reconnaissance company commander was, after all, a handsome guy. He'd had a decent face to begin with. If he went home looking like that, his girlfriend would surely give him an earful.
A jar of Snow Skin Lotion retailed