Chapter 2530: Are You Satisfied with My Apology?

"Smack!"

Lian Kai slapped Brother Hua on the face, but he still held back his strength, so Brother Hua was still conscious.

"Eh? Eh?" Brother Hua covered his face, pointed at Lian Kai, and shouted with wide, unbelievable eyes: "You still hit me? Hurry up and apologize to me, otherwise I will make you look good."

"Smack, smack smack smack smack... smack smack..." Lian Kai slapped left and right, saying sorry with a smile after each slap, beating Brother Hua until he saw stars, and his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't hit, don't hit!" Brother Hua leaned against the wall, having nowhere to retreat. Just as Lian Kai raised his hand again, before the slap fell, Brother Hua let out a scream, hugged his head, and sat on the ground: "Don't..."

Brother Hua was like a little daughter-in-law who had been raped by a dozen men, leaning against the wall, hugging her chest and curling up. Looking at Lian Kai, who was squatting in front of him with a full face of smiles, his eyes were full of panic and fear.

"You are called Brother Hua, right." Lian Kai took out a cigarette, lit it, and sent it to Brother Hua's mouth very politely. Brother Hua was so scared that he shivered, and subconsciously tilted his head.

"Hmm?" Lian Kai's face sank: "I give you a cigarette to smoke, you are very disgusted?"

"No, no..." Brother Hua took the cigarette from Lian Kai's hand and put it in his mouth, taking a puff, which affected the injury on his face, making this guy grin in pain.

Looking at Brother Hua's face swollen like a pig's head, and this guy's aggrieved appearance, Lian Kai's gums hurt: "Brother Hua, are you satisfied with my apology?"

"Sa... satisfied." Brother Hua nodded vigorously: "Very satisfied."

"Satisfied, satisfied, then get up." Lian Kai stood up and looked at Shen Mingwei and the guy called Erguizi not far away, his face and hair were full of paint.

This guy's full head of beautiful hair couldn't be kept, because the paint on the hair couldn't be washed off, and it must be shaved bald. As for the paint on the face, this was nothing. Get some gasoline, it should be very easy to remove.

"Go... go where?" Brother Hua hugged his chest, refusing to get up: "If you don't tell me, I won't go with you even if you beat me to death."

"Is that so?" Lian Kai laughed, his eyes staring at Brother Hua without blinking.

Brother Hua couldn't help but snort, hurriedly climbed up, and grinned at Lian Kai, presumably wanting to smile. But it affected the injury on his face, making him scream in pain, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Lian Kai kicked Brother Hua on the butt: "Go!"

Brother Hua was kicked into a stagger, almost coming for a dog to eat shit, and rushed forward a few steps before standing firm.

At this moment, Er Guizi was also grabbed by the collar by Shen Weiming and dragged over like a dead dog, then thrown at Brother Hua's feet, followed by a kick: "Stand up."

Er Guizi scrambled to his feet in a panic. He originally wanted to say a few polite words, but upon seeing Brother Hua's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, he wisely dismissed the thought.

After all, losing face is better than having one's face beaten. If you lose face, you lose it, but it doesn't hurt. But if your face is beaten, not only does it hurt, but it takes several days for the swelling to go down, which is even more embarrassing.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Weiming barked sharply: "Get moving."

Brother Hua and Er Guizi shuddered in fear, their gazes drifting toward the factory gate, hoping their brothers would discover the situation here, come over quickly to save them, and incidentally give these two sons of bitches a sound thrashing.

Only then did they realize that not only was the factory gate surrounded by people, but there were also many people around them watching the spectacle, pointing and whispering at them. This made the famous Brother Hua and Er Guizi unable to hold their heads up; when had they ever been humiliated like this?

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Both of them received another kick to their backsides, and it was quite heavy; their tailbones were kicked until they ached, and both of them collapsed to the ground at the same time.

"Get up!" A cold voice came from beside their ears: "If you don't leave now, you won't need to leave at all; I'll break your legs."

The two of them scrambled up quickly, and Er Guizi said with great grievance: "We... we don't know where to go."

Shen Weiming raised his palm to slap him, but Er Guizi's head was covered in paint, so he withdrew his hand and instead raised his foot, kicking Er Guizi in the backside once again.

"You caused trouble at the Woolen Mill, so naturally, I'm taking you to the Woolen Mill's Security Department."

Brother Hua and Er Guizi walked forward with their heads bowed. From the crowd of onlookers in the distance came a shout: "They're coming, they're coming, everyone move aside, don't block the road."

The people gathered under the wall all consciously cleared a path upon hearing the shout. They weren't afraid of the Woolen Mill, but they were afraid of Brother Hua and Er Guizi. If these hooligans saw their faces clearly, who knew if they would be so ashamed and angry that they would vent their rage on them.

Watching Brother Hua and Er Guizi walk closer, the crowd of onlookers also moved their feet, hiding far away. When Brother Hua and Er Guizi reached the factory gate, they discovered their brothers lying neatly by the side of the road.

But the distance was a bit far, so they couldn't see the specific situation clearly. However, since they were all lying there so neatly, they must have been seriously injured. This made Brother Hua and Er Guizi's hearts pound; what was going on?

Tan Sheng hadn't gone back but had been waiting the whole time. Seeing Lian Kai and Shen Weiming return, he smiled and greeted them.

"Hand these two things over to me."

Wang Wentian walked over from the side of the road and called out to Lian Kai and Shen Weiming: "Let's go, we're going to the sub-bureau."

Watching Wang Wentian and the other two leave, Tan Sheng said to the two Security Department employees: "Lock them in the dark room."

The Woolen Mill's dark room was similar to a police station's detention cell. As long as it wasn't a criminal case or an especially heinous one with extremely bad influence, the factory handled its own employees who committed offenses. Under normal circumstances, it was criticism and education; if it was more serious, it was a demerit, a factory-wide announcement, and then a few days in the dark room.

In fact, no matter how severe the factory's punishment was—whether it was a demerit or a factory-wide announcement—as long as the punishment was over, they would absolutely not fire you. Therefore, this was also a form of protection for employees who committed offenses.

But if you refused to mend your ways despite repeated education, or if you offended the leadership, they would definitely send you to the police station. At that point, for minor matters that could either be detained or not, they would definitely detain you. For more serious ones that could either be sentenced or not, they would definitely sentence you.

In this way, once you had a criminal record, the factory could fire you directly. Therefore, no matter how severely the factory punished them, employees who committed offenses never wanted to go to the police station.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a young man wearing a navy blue jacket on his upper body, lantern pants on his lower body, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet had a terrifyingly pale face. His head looked as if it had just been drenched in water, with sweat streaming down his face. When he saw Brother Hua and Er Guizi being brought into the Woolen Mill, he panicked, turned around, and squeezed out of the crowd. Then he sprinted for dozens of meters and got on a Xingfu motorcycle parked by the side of the road.

This guy kicked the motorcycle to life and sped off like a whirlwind. Five or six minutes later, the motorcycle stopped in front of a dance hall that was under renovation. He got off the bike and walked quickly inside, pushing the door open. The inside was piled high with messy renovation materials, but there were no workers constructing anything.

"Gangzi, you're back. What's the situation over at the Woolen Mill?" A burly guy walked out from the corridor to the right of the stairs, pulling up his pants.

Because of riding the motorcycle, the sweat on Gangzi's face had already disappeared, but his complexion remained pale. One of his feet had already stepped onto the stairs, but in the end, he couldn't resist glancing into the corridor.

The burly guy said irritably: "What are you looking at? I just went to the bathroom to take a leak."

Gangzi didn't pay any attention to this guy and walked quickly up the stairs. Then he entered an office without a door, which seemed to have nothing in it except for a few chairs and an office desk with severely peeling paint.

For instance, at this moment, a thick carpet was spread on the floor, and a few people were sitting on the carpet playing poker. In front of each person was a pile of money; the smallest denomination was five yuan, the largest was one hundred, and there were mostly one-hundred-yuan bills.

Gangzi walked over quickly and stood by a guy who was dark and thin, wearing a thumb-thick gold chain around his neck: "Brother Pao, something happened."