Chapter 17: I can really fight

"Motherfucker."

The two guys cursed and swore, walking over with a staggering, paralyzed gait. Before they even got close, Zhou Andong could already smell the pungent stench of alcohol.

"Did Zhao Jianlong send you?"

Ever since he got married, he hadn't laid a hand on anyone. Zhou Andong felt as if the bones all over his body had rusted. He shook his neck and swung his arms, a series of cracking sounds coming from his joints.

"What Zhao Jianlong, Zhao Jianhu? I don't know the guy. I just don't like the look of you, and I want your two legs." The short one swung the hammer in his hand.

"Why waste words with him? Take him down." The tall one gave a sinister laugh, swung a steel pipe, and smashed it fiercely toward Zhou Andong's head.

The short one held the hammer, watching with a grin, waiting for the tall one to knock Zhou Andong unconscious so he could use the hammer to shatter Zhou Andong's kneecaps.

Zhou Andong tilted his head, the steel pipe whistling past, grazing his scalp. He immediately lifted his foot and kicked out fiercely.

"Bang!"

The tall one felt as if he had been hit in the stomach by a speeding car. His body flew backward uncontrollably, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

This scene was far too sudden. Before the short one could react, Zhou Andong grabbed his head, pressed it down with force, and slammed his knee into it.

Another bang. The short one's upper body jerked violently upward, the hammer in his hand flew out of his grip, and blood sprayed from his mouth and nose into the air before he fell straight onto the ground, motionless.

"That's it?" Zhou Andong, cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at the two unconscious men on the ground. "Trash. I thought you were so tough and amazing. You scared me into standing here freezing for half a day, not daring to come over."

Zhou Andong dragged the short one in front of the van, placed his legs under the wheel, then did the same to the tall one. He got into the car, turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He lightly pressed the accelerator, the car moved, and he could clearly feel it crushing something.

Zhou Andong pressed a little harder on the accelerator, the car surged forward, and immediately, two shrill screams came from outside.

Zhou Andong grinned. As he pulled the handbrake and prepared to get out, he suddenly saw a large black brick sitting in the passenger seat. It was actually a mobile phone.

In his previous life, he had seen this thing but never touched it. He picked it up and weighed it; it was indeed heavy. If used as a brick and smashed onto someone's head, they would either die or become an idiot.

Pushing open the door, Zhou Andong got out. Looking at the two guys' legs, which had been crushed out of shape, he grinned. "Oh, heavens, Mother Mary, does it hurt? Tell me Zhao Jianlong's number quickly. I'll help you notify him so he can come and take you to the hospital."

The short one looked at Zhou Andong with a vicious gaze, gritting his teeth tightly, and spat out word by word: "Kid, if you don't kill me today, I'll kill you later."

Zhou Andong slapped the short one's face, smiling. "We'll talk about later later. Tell me Zhao Jianlong's phone number first."

The short one sneered: "Who is Zhao Jianlong? I don't know him."

"Oh, you don't know him?" Zhou Andong nodded, spat the extinguished cigarette butt onto the ground, reached out, and grabbed the short one's injured leg. Blood spurted out with a hiss.

"Agh!" The short one's body jerked violently, his eyes bulging from their sockets, a layer of fine sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead, his body trembling at a peculiar frequency...

"Do you know him?" Zhou Andong said coldly.

"I... I know him." The short one couldn't take it anymore, saying almost pleadingly: "Quick, let go, let go!"

Zhou Andong let go, looked at the blood on his hand, then wiped it in the snow. "Why bother? It would have been better to say it earlier."

The short one gasped for air, but when he saw Zhou Andong's smiling expression, he suddenly shuddered and hurriedly said: "900888."

"That's a good boy!" Zhou Andong quickly dialed a few numbers, and soon the other side answered. "How is it?"

Zhou Andong said: "Very smooth. Both of their legs are broken."

The person on the other side suddenly stopped talking. Zhou Andong continued: "Zhao Jianlong, didn't Jiang Yuping tell you? I can really fight."

The person still didn't speak. Zhou Andong laughed: "They are in the alley outside the distillery's grain warehouse. Hurry and send someone to take them to the hospital. If you're late, they'll be going to the crematorium."

"Beep, beep, beep..." A busy signal came from the receiver.

On the south bank of the Ganjiang River, at the foot of Xishan, there was a luxurious three-story building. Zhao Jianlong threw the mobile phone in his hand fiercely. With a bang, it smashed into the television. The large projection screen billowed with thick smoke, and sparks crackled and flashed.

"What's wrong?" A woman wrapped in a bath towel, wiping her hair, came down from the second floor.

Because of his rage, Zhao Jianlong's face was twisted out of shape, looking very terrifying. The woman was frightened and stood at the foot of the stairs, not daring to move.

"Hoo!" Zhao Jianlong let out a long breath, grabbed the landline on the coffee table, and quickly dialed a string of numbers: "Hammer and Dachong are in trouble. They're in the alley outside the distillery's grain warehouse. Send someone over immediately to take them to the hospital."

"Bang!" Zhao Jianlong hung up the phone, walked to the window, and looked at the pitch-black night sky outside. The aura on his body became colder and colder. He had to admit that he had underestimated Zhou Andong.

"Brother Long, what's wrong?" A hot body wrapped itself around Zhao Jianlong.

Zhou Andong arrived home. The one-and-a-half-room house was allocated by the distillery when he got married. There was also a small courtyard piled with some miscellaneous items.

He hadn't been back for several days. As soon as he entered the room, it was cold, colder than outside. Although he was too lazy to move, he still went to the coal shed to light the stove first. It wasn't until more than half an hour later that the temperature in the room came up...

The next day, when Zhou Andong got up, it was already past ten o'clock. Last night, he had been choosing photos, thinking every one looked good, and didn't decide until he was so sleepy in the early morning that he couldn't open his eyes.

He dressed sluggishly, went out with the chosen photos, found a small shop by the roadside to fill his stomach, and only then went to the factory.

He just wanted to show his face at the broadcasting station. As soon as he walked into the main gate, he ran into Gu Bing, which surprised him: "Back so soon?"

"Back this morning. I've looked for you twice." Gu Bing didn't know what he wanted to do, but upon meeting Zhou Andong, he turned around and walked back, his expression looking somewhat excited.

"Hurry and come with me to the workshop. All two hundred boxes of samples have been packaged."

Arriving at the workshop, two hundred boxes of liquor were neatly arranged on the ground, with hundreds of employees surrounding them, discussing spiritedly.

"Didn't expect that after being packaged like this, the Big Gaoliang actually looks quite high-end."

"Looks good, but it's eight, and the factory price is thirty-six. It'll be a miracle if it sells."

"Exactly. Same old wine in a new bottle. Whoever buys it is an idiot."

"Rumor has it the factory invested one hundred thousand in reform. I guess that money went down the drain again."

"Sigh, just messing around. Sooner or later, they'll mess the factory into bankruptcy."

Clearly, no one believed this liquor could be sold.

"Stop talking, the Secretary is back." Someone said, and the discussion instantly vanished. ===== CHAPTER 18 =====