92: Chapter 92 The man is back!

Afternoon at the Xinghuo Scrap Processing Plant.

The workers had just finished their lunch break and were walking in twos and threes toward the Sorting Area.

The air was filled with the mixed scent of machine oil and rusting metal.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

A heavy, rhythmic sound of footsteps came from the direction of the factory gate.

Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.

On the edge of the Sorting Area, Scarface Li, who was squatting on the ground puffing away, looked up, startled by the commotion.

The next second, the cigarette butt in his mouth fell directly onto his crotch.

"Awoo!"

With a startled cry, Scarface Li clutched his crotch and sprang up from where he was.

He wasn't burned; he was purely terrified.

A dark red Two-headed Demon Hound, standing over two meters at the shoulder and nearly five meters long, was stepping into the factory gate with a steady gait.

Its two heads swayed left and right; one was covered in metallic-colored scales, looking grim and cold, while the other had fur as red as charcoal, with faint flickers of fire visible deep in its throat.

The pressure of a Tier 3 Source Beast spread out without reservation, and the air in the entire factory area grew three parts heavier.

The unsorted scrap metal parts on the conveyor belt were agitated by that aura and actually began to tremble slightly, clanging against each other as if playing a triumphal march for this uninvited guest.

And on the back of this terrifying behemoth, there sat two people.

The one in front was none other than the F-rank "Trash" in everyone's impression, Su Ming.

Behind him sat the icy "Young Miss" they dared only to watch from afar and never approach, Shen Qingci.

Liu Feng, a quality inspector who had just come out of the precision testing room, dropped the thermos cup he was holding, which smashed onto the ground with a "clang," spilling goji berries and hot water everywhere.

He stared blankly at Su Ming, his mind rewinding frantically...

During the last test, this kid's bone density had already reached the Pig Iron level, even higher than a D-rank "Enhancement Type".

He had judged it as "Secondary Mutation" at the time and even wrote a report.

Now, the guy had returned riding a Tier 3 Source Beast, with the Shen family's "Young Miss" behind him.

Secondary mutation, my foot.

In just a few short days, he had mutated into a boss!?

Liu Feng looked down at the health tea on the ground with its dozen or so goji berries and suddenly felt that the biggest problem in his life wasn't kidney deficiency, but being blind.

Every single worker in the factory working overtime stood frozen on the spot, as if hit by an immobilization spell.

The visual impact was too strong.

A recognized "Trash," riding a Tier 3 Two-headed Demon Hound capable of easily slaughtering them all, with a beautiful "Prodigy" from a top federal university riding behind him.

This combination looked surreal no matter how you looked at it.

Su Ming leaped down from the dog's back with a relaxed and easygoing posture.

He patted Dahuang's muscular neck and grinned at the shivering crowd.

"Hey family, long time no see!"

"This is my dog, called Dahuang; it's just a bit big."

Dahuang cooperated by shaking its two heads.

The one on the left yawned, revealing a mouthful of bone-white fangs capable of chewing through alloy.

The one on the right looked around curiously, its eyes filled with the clarity and stupidity of a newcomer.

It was exactly the same as when Su Ming first entered the factory.

Whispers exploded instantly.

"Holy crap, isn't that Su Ming? Wasn't he supposed to be a goner?"

"How is he with the "Young Miss"... and riding such a monster?"

"Why does this dog have two heads? One spits fire and one has golden light, top..."

"Look, the "Young Miss" is still sitting behind him... is he going to take over the factory?"

An old worker in the corner muttered softly, "What is "Heaven-Defying" destiny changing? This is "Heaven-Defying" destiny changing."

Scarface Li shuffled over, trembling, pointing at Dahuang, his tongue tied.

"Su... little brother, is... is this thing... yours?"

"Yeah, Brother Li."

Su Ming smiled innocently, "Don't worry, it doesn't eat people, it just gnaws on some iron."

Scarface Li subconsciously glanced at Dahuang's fangs, which were comparable to sharp swords, then looked at the steel pipe he held for self-defense, and silently hid it behind his back.

He felt secretly relieved in his heart.

It was fortunate that he had been polite to this kid before; if he had offended him... he didn't dare to think any further.

Su Ming's hearing was incredibly sharp, and listening to these discussions, he felt extremely satisfied.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes spotted a familiar and wretched figure in the open-air workshop on the first floor.

Lu Beichen.

That arrogant "Young Master" of the Lu family.

Right now, he was wearing a tattered apron stained with oil, carrying a pile of sharp scrap metal with a bitter expression.

His hair was messy, hanging over his forehead, matted into strands by sweat and dust.

Where was the look of that once suit-clad, confident, noble "Young Master" of the Lu family?

Su Ming curled his lips and leaned into Shen Qingci's ear, lowering his voice.

"Long-legs, look over there, that admirer of yours is over there tightening screws."

He deliberately emphasized the word "admirer," his tone full of mockery.

Warm breath brushed against her ear, and Shen Qingci's pretty face flushed red.

She looked in the direction of Su Ming's gaze, recognized Lu Beichen, and frowned slightly.

"What admirer, don't disgust me."

"Hey, he came here for you originally. Look at his skills now, tightening them fast and steady; maybe he can be an "Advanced" technician in the future."

"Get lost!"

Shen Qingci rolled her eyes at him.

Lu Beichen heard the commotion and jerked his head up.

When he saw Su Ming and Shen Qingci standing side by side, and that Two-headed Demon Hound radiating terrifying pressure squatting beside them like a loyal bodyguard, a fury mixed with humiliation, jealousy, and resentment rushed to his head.

Goddess! His goddess! She had actually been snatched away by this bottom-feeding ant!

He gripped the wrench in his hand tightly, his nails almost embedding into his palms.

Why? Why could this poor, shabby kid get everything he dreamed of?!

His resentful gaze was locked onto Su Ming's back.

At the same time, he was cursing frantically in his heart!

This Shen Qingci wasn't any good either!

Pure? Aloof? An iceberg? It had only been a few days, and she was already with this wild man!

Lu Beichen lowered his head, using his hair to cover his twisted expression, and continued tightening that rusty screw.

He used too much force, the wrench slipped, and his knuckles knocked heavily against the burrs of the scrap metal, oozing a bloody cut.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

He swore that once he escaped, he would make this pair of dogs pay a bloody price!

Su Ming couldn't be bothered to look at this loser again.

He turned around, grabbed Dahuang's two furry ears, straightened his face, and spoke in an extremely serious tone.

"Dahuang, listen to me! When you arrive in a new environment, you must follow the rules!"

"If you see an opportunity, you can supplement your iron intake appropriately. But you are absolutely forbidden to eat people, forbidden to cause trouble, forbidden to tear down the house, and even more forbidden to chase the chickens and ducks in the factory, you hear me?"

He paused and added earnestly, "The human world is very deep; you can't handle it."

"Don't bark for no reason, watch more, learn more, understand?"

Dahuang's four eyes rolled around.

Recalling the terrifying scene of Su Ming smashing a pseudo-Tier 5 beast's head with one punch, its two arrogant heads instantly turned into pug-like submissiveness, nodding frantically.

There was no dignity of a Tier 3 Source Beast left.

"Awoo~"

It even rubbed against Su Ming's pant leg ingratiatingly.

The onlookers, seeing Dahuang's human-like behavior, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The earlier fear of the giant beast was diluted quite a bit.

Su Ming patted its two heads with satisfaction.

"Good boy, I'll buy you alloy chew sticks later."

Dahuang's two tails wagged at the same time, sweeping a pile of neatly stacked scrap metal boxes, causing them to clatter to the ground.

Su Ming's face darkened.

"...I just said no tearing down the house, and you're demonstrating it for me, right?"

Dahuang instantly tucked its tails and acted innocent.

Finally, in the awe-filled and envious gazes of Scarface Li and the others, Su Ming and Shen Qingci walked side by side toward the underground level.