Chapter 135

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Inside a factory located in Tsuen Wan, hundreds of machines were working diligently.

And under the machines were long assembly lines.

Workers wearing gray coarse cloth work clothes were constantly sticking fake logos onto produced leather shoes, leather bags, and so on!

Clearly, this was an A-grade replica factory.

"Fuck, you idiot, how stupid do you have to be to stick a clothing logo onto a leather bag???"

At the warehouse entrance of the factory, a tall man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt was holding a yellow leather bag, pointing at the human-head logo on it, and roaring viciously at a middle-aged man in gray work clothes who was hunched over in front of him.

"I... I'm sorry, Brother Ming!!!"

The middle-aged man's face was ugly, and he kept bowing and apologizing.

"Sorry? Is sorry useful?" The man called Brother Ming became angrier the more he thought about it and directly slapped the middle-aged man across the face.

The middle-aged man was instantly sent flying by this slap, falling heavily to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But even so, Brother Ming didn't intend to let the middle-aged man off; he immediately chased after him, raised his leg, and kicked the middle-aged man fiercely, while simultaneously saying viciously:

"It's because of you, you idiot, that you stuck the wrong logo on several thousand pieces of goods, causing us to lose hundreds of thousands. If Brother Big D finds out about this, I'll have to be scolded along with you, fuck!!!"

And the middle-aged man just kept begging for mercy, not daring to resist at all.

So it wasn't until he was kicked unconscious that the man called Brother Ming stopped.

"Brother Ming, what should we do with this batch of goods now?"

Brother Ming's younger brother furrowed his brows and asked with a grave expression.

"What to do? Naturally, take them out and sell them!"

Brother Ming said with annoyance.

"But these logos are all wrong!"

The younger brother looked at the strange leather bag, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch stiffly. Can this be sold?

"Who cares? It can't just rot in the warehouse. What if Brother Big D blames us later?"

"Alright then, I'll arrange for people to transport them out."

The younger brother nodded helplessly.

But just at this moment, a female voice with a heavy Sichuan accent suddenly entered the ears of several people.

"How about! I help you handle these, how about it?"

Brother Ming and the others immediately furrowed their brows and looked in the direction of the sound.

They saw that inside the warehouse, a petite woman was standing there.

The woman was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a gray baseball cap, and a green schoolbag on her back, and she was looking at them with a simple face at this moment.

And the woman was Feng Baobao.

Chu Tian didn't know where Feng Baobao had heard that he was going to send people to set fire to Big D's factory.

Feng Baobao, who had always been very interested in burying people and setting fires, immediately approached Chu Tian and requested that Chu Tian let her do this thing.

Chu Tian had originally wanted to refuse, but Feng Baobao was the kind of person who, once she had decided on something, couldn't be pulled back even by nine cows.

Chu Tian could only agree helplessly.

Thus, with the help of Ah Zha's intelligence and tools, Feng Baobao successfully sneaked into Big D's A-grade replica factory.

"Who is this?"

Brother Ming pointed at Feng Baobao and asked the younger brother behind him.

The younger brothers immediately shook their heads, because they didn't know her either!

"Forget it, who cares. She seems to look pretty good; it's just right for me to vent."

Brother Ming, while unbuckling his belt, walked toward Feng Baobao with an evil smile.