Chapter 2548

Zhou Andong raised his hand and gestured forward. "Get two men to pin him to the ground."

Two security guards didn't hesitate; they grabbed Pao Ge by the shoulders and slammed him onto the ground.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Pao Ge struggled desperately, but with his upper body tied tight, he was like a dying catfish, kicking and squirming. "Zhou Andong, I'll screw your mother! If you don't kill me today, I'll kill you tomorrow!"

"Lying face down like that won't do. Lay him on his back." Zhou Andong's tone was indifferent, as if he weren't angry at all.

The two guards didn't know what the Factory Director was planning, but they followed orders. They worked together to flip Pao Ge over. At that moment, two other guards came over and pinned Pao Ge's wildly kicking legs.

Zhou Andong walked over to Pao Ge, took off his leather shoe, crouched down, and without any warning, slammed the heel of his shoe into Pao Ge's mouth. With that single blow, Pao Ge's lip was split open, his front teeth were loosened, and his mouth was filled with blood.

"I'll screw your..." Pao Ge spat blood and foam, glaring with bloodshot eyes, cursing Zhou Andong incoherently, as if he wanted to devour him.

"Smack!" Zhou Andong didn't hesitate to slam the heel into Pao Ge's mouth again. This time, Pao Ge's lip was shredded, and his two front teeth were completely knocked out, falling into his mouth.

"Keep cursing!"

This scene left everyone stunned. Whether it was Tan Sheng or the other hooligans, their scalps went numb. Some had been shouting about killing Zhou Andong, but seeing their boss in such a miserable state, they all shut their mouths.

This was simply too cruel. It looked even more brutal than being slashed ten or eight times with a knife. His lips were shredded, and his front teeth were gone. From now on, he'd lisp when he spoke and spill food when he ate. More importantly, if he wanted to kiss a pretty girl in the future, he wouldn't have any lips left.

Pao Ge had completely lost his earlier arrogance, and even the murderous glint in his eyes had vanished. These two blows with the heel had left him utterly dazed. The pain in his mouth wasn't even the worst part, as it had already gone numb.

He felt a salty, fishy liquid flowing down his throat, along with some foreign objects that made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He spat twice, coughing up two teeth along with blood and foam.

"Oh? Your mouth still works pretty well, doesn't it?" Zhou Andong looked at Pao Ge and said with a smile, "Come on, keep cursing."

"Smack!" As soon as Zhou Andong finished speaking, he slammed the heel into Pao Ge's mouth again without warning.

This time, Pao Ge finally felt the pain—a heart-wrenching agony that made his brain buzz.

"I haven't heard enough. Why don't you keep cursing?" Zhou Andong raised his shoe and began slamming it onto Pao Ge's head. "Curse! Why aren't you cursing? Keep cursing! I'm telling you to curse..."

Soon, Pao Ge's head was a bloody mess. It was covered in so much blood that he was barely recognizable. At first, Pao Ge tried to shake his head to dodge, but eventually, his consciousness blurred, and he stopped moving altogether.

Watching Zhou Andong use his leather shoe to slam Pao Ge's head over and over, Tan Sheng turned pale, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to intervene, but Zhou Andong's brutal appearance filled him with fear, so he turned his gaze toward Gu Bing.

Then he saw that the Secretary actually looked excited, which eased the fear that had just sprouted in his heart. If the Factory Director beat someone to death and the Secretary wasn't worried, he, a Director of the General Office, had nothing to worry about.

Still, he leaned closer to Gu Bing and whispered, "Secretary, if the Factory Director keeps beating him like this, won't he kill him?"

Gu Bing took a cigarette from his pocket, offered one to Tan Sheng, and lit one for himself. "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing."

Tan Sheng nodded. Since the Secretary said so, there was nothing to worry about.

"Hoo!"

Zhou Andong finally stopped, let out a long breath, threw his shoe onto the ground with a 'thud', stood up, and put it back on.

"Send him to the factory hospital. Make sure he's well-guarded; don't let him escape."

The four security guards looked at Zhou Andong differently now. It was still respect, but it was now tinged with a hint of fear.

"Please rest assured, Factory Director. He won't be able to escape from us."

Zhou Andong turned to Tan Sheng. "When Deng Minghui gets back, have him arrange for a thorough investigation of Pao Ge. I want to know everything—what color underwear he wears, how many times he goes to the bathroom at night—I want it all investigated clearly."

Zhou Andong took one last puff of his cigarette and flicked the butt onto the ground, crushing it with his foot. "Since this scoundrel is a gangster, his pockets are definitely full of filth. As long as we investigate, we'll definitely find something."

"Understood!" Tan Sheng said hurriedly. "Director Deng will definitely be back at the factory tonight. I'll wait for him here."

Zhou Andong turned around and looked at the group of people, some squatting, some standing, some sitting. They were all well-behaved now; Zhou Andong's display had truly frightened them.

Especially the group that had gone to the hospital. They had taken their brothers with broken arms and legs to the hospital and returned without delay, intending to avenge them.

But when they arrived at the Woolen Mill again, not only did they not see Pao Ge, but they were suddenly surrounded by a large group of factory employees. It was a dense crowd, numbering in the hundreds.

Everyone was holding something—a motley collection of items, not as good as the machetes in their own hands, but there were so many of them that even the hooligans felt their scalps tingle.

And so, they honestly threw their machetes on the ground, because they didn't have the slightest courage to resist. Then, they were tied up tightly with ropes and thrown into Warehouse Number Five. Only then did they realize why they hadn't seen Pao Ge—he had arrived there first to play host.

No one dared to meet Zhou Andong's eyes, but Zhou Andong spotted the "Two-Faced Ghost" cowering in the crowd immediately. It was mainly because the guy's head was covered in red paint, making him impossible to miss.

"You—" Zhou Andong pointed at the Two-Faced Ghost. "The one who dyed his hair with paint, stop hiding and come out!"

The Two-Faced Ghost swallowed hard, bit the bullet, and walked out, standing about two meters away from Zhou Andong—a distance he considered relatively safe—while occasionally darting glances at Zhou Andong's shoes.

Zhou Andong looked at the red paint on the Two-Faced Ghost's head and couldn't help but laugh. "Your style is quite unique. You're definitely the most dazzling guy among this bunch of scoundrels; I spotted you in the crowd at a single glance."