190: Chapter 190 My Territory, My Rules

The air smelled of urine, mixed with the domineering male hormones from Wang Fugui's body. That scene, tsk, it was simply something else.

No extra nonsense. Wang Fugui grabbed Zhou Tianhao's arm and gave it a violent flick, as if he were tossing a ragged cloth. Had he truly used all his strength, this pampered young master would have long since fallen apart.

But even with such a flick, Zhou Tianhao couldn't take it. He slid across the ground like a bowling ball. "Ouch!" His screams didn't stop the whole way as his brand-name suit pants were shredded and the skin was scraped off his knees. He didn't stop until he rolled to the main gate, right under the tires of that off-road vehicle.

"Take your people and this scrap metal, and get lost." Wang Fugui stood steady at the entrance like a stone statue, the afterglow of the setting sun plating his silhouette in gold. His bronze muscles bulged like a beast ready to pounce.

"If you dare come here and make a fuss again, I'll throw you into that unfilled septic tank."

The remaining three bodyguards who could still move were so scared they nearly wet themselves; how would they dare say another word? They scrambled to pull their companion out of the car window and stuffed the moaning Zhou Tianhao into the back seat like a dead dog. Stepping on the gas, the car fled as if it had seen a ghost. They were as pathetic leaving as they were arrogant arriving; this lightning-fast change of face was simply incredible.

Silence returned to the courtyard. Aside from that puddle of unidentified liquid and a few drops of blood on the ground, who would remember the previous arrogance and bossiness?

Wang Fugui clapped his large hands as if he had just swatted a fly. He scratched his head and gave a simple, honest smile to Lin Xiaocao, who was staring at him blankly: "Um... Little Grass, go get the hose and wash this area. The smell is too strong; it's affecting my appetite for noodles."

Lin Xiaocao finally snapped out of it, her face flushing red as she nodded vigorously: "Okay! I'll go right now!" She ran off quickly, the lightheartedness bubbling up from her heart impossible to hide.

Where was the shadow of a family arranged marriage in her mind? It was all filled with the scene of Wang Fugui tossing Zhou Tianhao around, so handsome it made her heart tremble. With this man around, even if the sky fell, she'd feel it was made of marshmallows—sweet as can be!

Chen Yun came down from the second floor, a wet towel in her hand. As if born for this task, she naturally walked to Wang Fugui's side. She didn't speak, just gently helped him wipe his forehead—did he even have sweat? His body seemed to have its own cooling system, all heat dissipated by his masculine scent.

"Do you know who you just threw out?" Chen Yun's fingertips gently traced Wang Fugui's hard profile, half-teasing and half-warning. "That's a God of Wealth, but also a God of Plague."

"I don't care if he's a god or a ghost." Wang Fugui took the towel and wiped his face, that fierce aura from before vanishing instantly. He turned back into that simpleton thinking about half a pot of noodles: "Anyone who dares bully my family, it won't do! By the way, Sister Yun, that car... I don't have to pay for it, do I?"

Chen Yun couldn't help but poke his hard pectoral muscle firmly with her finger, feeling the scorching texture and surging vitality. "Pay for my ass! This was self-defense, well done!" Her tone shifted, her smile faded slightly, but her gaze deepened.

"Since these people suffered such a big loss, they definitely won't dare to face us head-on. But the Zhou Family is, after all, a commercial giant in the provincial capital, and the Lin Family is no pushover either. Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are the ones that are lethal."

How could Wang Fugui understand these convoluted schemes? He only followed one principle: might makes right. "Then what should we do? If they come again, I'll just throw them out again, right?"

"It's not that simple." Chen Yun sighed, her shrewd eyes already shimmering with the light of calculation. "They can't beat you, so they'll find ways to cut off our supplies. Fugui, the bulk of our Garment Factory's fabric is held by suppliers connected to the Zhou Family."

Sure enough, before evening even arrived, Chen Yun's phone was nearly ringing off the hook. Bald Strong called, his voice carrying a sob: "Sister Yun! Something happened! Several suppliers just sent out collective notices saying they're cutting off raw materials! Our logistics fleet was also stopped on the highway, saying they need to rectify regulatory violations! Someone is clearly trying to drive us to our deaths!"

Chen Yun hung up the phone, her gaze fixed on Wang Fugui, who was squatting on the ground helping Lin Xiaocao wash the floor. Water splashed on him, his soaked tank top clinging tightly, outlining his bulging muscle lines clearly. Under the sunlight, this man was like a beast that had just stepped out of the primordial era—seemingly nonchalant, yet every inch of his bone and muscle overflowed with power.

The physical battle was over; next would be the invisible capital slaughter without the glint of blades.

"Fugui," Chen Yun called him softly.

"What's up, Sister Yun?" Wang Fugui looked back, showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiling with a simple air.

"It seems just having strength isn't enough." Chen Yun walked over, the depths of her eyes filled with a feverish possessiveness as if she wanted to "devour" this man whole, skin and bones. "We need to find a way to turn this strength of yours into money that no one can refuse. This time, we're not just going to slap their faces; we're going to empty their pockets."

Scorpion had also approached at some point, leaning against the door frame and toying with a combat knife. She looked at Wang Fugui with a gaze that wished she could swallow him alive right then and there. "I'm good at fighting, but not at making money. However..." She licked her lips, her voice as raspy as sandpaper. "If Brother Fugui needs it, it's not out of the question for me to go to those suppliers' beds and have a 'heart-to-heart' with them."

"Stop being so thirsty!" Chen Yun rolled her eyes at her, but a fire even more intense than Scorpion's burned in her eyes. She leaned in close to Scorpion, her finger tracing her slightly parted lips, the seductive energy making even the air feel hot. Chen Yun whispered into her ear: "Little slut, what outside could be more fun than our big treasure here? Want to vent? Help your sister vent first!" Before the words even finished, Chen Yun reached out and, like taming a wild cat, easily pressed Scorpion's head—trembling with fervor—down hard.

Lin Xiaocao watched from the side, her face flushed and her heart pounding like a drum. She knew Sister Yun was punishing Scorpion, but that scene made a strange throb rise from the bottom of her heart, a numbing sensation like an electric current passing through her.

Chen Yun then straightened up, her eyes rippling with a hint of satisfaction and a touch of defiance as she looked at Wang Fugui's muscles, which were enough to make any woman scream.

"Since they want to blacklist us, then let them see what you call..." Chen Yun intentionally drew out her words, the light in her eyes looking as if it could melt Wang Fugui.

"Hormone Economy!"