197: Chapter 197 Backyard on Fire and Dogs Fighting

The next morning, the sun had just dried the dew.

In the yard of Villa Number Ten at Imperial View Bay, Wang Fugui was shirtless, his bronze muscles glistening with a layer of oily sweat under the morning light.

"Heh!"

With a low growl, the veins on his arms bulged like twisting dragons. He effortlessly lifted a three-hundred-pound bluestone lock from the corner of the yard over his head. As he moved it up and down, the heavy stone lock felt as light as nothing in his hands, creating a wind pressure that flattened the grass below.

The energy spent last night had not only been fully replenished after a breakfast of eight bowls of rice, but he even felt as if his entire body was filled with inexhaustible ox-like strength.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, the curtains were tightly drawn.

Lin Xiaocao's small face, which usually carried a hint of stubbornness, was now flushed with a lazy glow, and tear stains still hung from the corners of her eyes. Chen Yun was even more disheveled; her signature red qipao had been tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed, and her well-maintained long hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

Only one thought occupied both their minds: This bull... is he even human?

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At the same time, dozens of kilometers away at the Shengfa Garment Factory logistics park.

The atmosphere at the entrance had undergone a 180-degree turn.

The thugs who had been blocking the way just a few days ago, clamoring for debts and splashing paint, had vanished without a trace. In their place were over a dozen brand-new heavy trucks, their bodies emblazoned with prominent logos like "Haitian Textile" and "Datong Logistics," completely blocking the factory gates.

The trucks were loaded with top-tier mercerized cotton, Australian wool, and imported gold thread.

Several supplier bosses, who had been arrogant just days before and shouting for Chen Yun to kneel and beg for mercy, were now sporting bruised faces and black eyes—all the result of being "physically persuaded" overnight by their own tiger-like wives who had just returned from Imperial View Bay.

They tightly clutched supply contracts drafted overnight that were practically giving goods away for free. Standing under the scorching sun, sweat mixed with the wounds on their faces and dripped down; their eyes were filled with nothing but anxiety and fawning subservience.

"Damn it, these fair-weather friends!"

In the distance, a shifty-eyed man was taking secret photos with his phone. He was a subordinate sent by Zhou Tianhao to scout for information.

He couldn't understand how their rock-solid alliance had collapsed overnight.

He ran forward angrily and grabbed one of the fabric bosses named Liu: "Boss Liu! What's the meaning of this? You're not even picking up Boss Zhou's calls anymore? Forgot who helped you make your fortune?"

Boss Liu was already worried about not having a chance to show his loyalty to his new master. Seeing this, he flew into a rage.

"To hell with your Boss Zhou!"

He backhanded the subordinate across the face and roared at the nearby truck drivers, "What the fuck are you standing around for? Beat this blind dog to death for me! If he delays my delivery to Shengfa, I'll skin you all alive!"

Several burly drivers, who had already received their orders, pounced like hungry wolves and began pummeling the subordinate with kicks and punches.

For a moment, the sounds of wailing and screaming for mercy echoed throughout the entire park.

"Screech—"

The factory gates slowly opened.

Scorpion, wearing a black tight-fitting leather outfit that accentuated her explosive curves and sporting sunglasses, walked out slowly like a queen inspecting her territory.

She walked up to the half-dead Boss Liu, who immediately bowed and scraped like a dog, handing over the contract.

Scorpion didn't take it.

She raised her high-heeled leather boot and stepped on Boss Liu's back, pinning him flat against the scorching ground.

"Sister Yun said that a double-crossing sort like you isn't worthy of doing business with us."

Scorpion looked down, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

Boss Liu was scared out of his wits. With his face pressed against the ground, he yelled hoarsely, "Sister Scorpion! Great Sister Scorpion! I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I failed to recognize greatness! Please give me a chance!"

Scorpion pulled the contract from his hand, glanced at the price, and a mocking curve formed at the corner of her mouth. Then, in front of everyone, she took out a pen and crossed out half of the supply price.

"Go back and resign it," she said coldly, throwing the contract in Boss Liu's face.

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Sister Scorpion! Thank you, President Chen!" Boss Liu acted as if he had been granted a grand pardon. Far from having any complaints, he scrambled away as if he had just scored the bargain of a lifetime.

In the villa, Chen Yun was wearing a facial mask while listening to Scorpion's report over the phone, her red lips curling into a cruel arc.

"There is no need for mercy toward traitors." She hung up the phone and looked out the window at the silhouette of the man watering a dying old sweet osmanthus tree. Her gaze instantly shifted from that of a cold business queen to one of tender affection.

A capital encirclement that could have doomed Shengfa to eternal damnation had been shattered by Wang Fugui's unconscious use of a "honey trap."

And at the center of the storm, Wang Fugui was currently frowning as he looked at the old tree.

"Strange, I've poured so much water, why does it still look so lifeless?" he muttered to himself naively.

He didn't know that the life aura emanating from his body was seeping into the dry roots of the old tree through the water, giving the dying ancient tree a new lease on life.

However, there are always those who refuse to give up.

Outside the villa's side wall, several stealthy figures used tools to quietly climb over. They were commercial spies hired at great expense by several wealthy women, aiming to secretly photograph Wang Fugui's daily life; even a single photo would be enough to comfort them.

One of them had just landed and hadn't even had time to raise his camera.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of something slicing through the air suddenly rang out!

A fragment of a brick, carrying terrifying force, grazed his scalp and flew past. With a "bang," it smashed a deep hole into the wall behind him!

The spy felt his scalp go numb as a stream of warmth flowed down; he collapsed to the ground in sheer terror.

Wang Fugui retracted his hand from a distance, his frown deepening.

"Where did these flies come from? So noisy."

He hated it most when people interrupted his work.

Before the rest of them could react, a black afterimage had already lunged at them.

"Crack!"

"Ah—!"

Scorpion's strikes were extremely ruthless, efficiently snapping the leg bones of all the spies. Amidst their heart-wrenching screams, she dragged them to a corner like dead dogs, stuffed them into prepared sacks, and threw them into a waiting van outside the wall.

Having disposed of the "trash," Scorpion quickly walked over to Wang Fugui's side.

The female Rakshasa, who had been full of murderous intent a second ago, instantly switched into a submissive little kitten.

"Brother Fugui, the trash has been dealt with."

She looked up at Wang Fugui's honest face, which was stained with a bit of dirt, her eyes filled with fanatical worship. Then, carefully, she gently rubbed her cheek against Wang Fugui's large hand—the one that had just moved bricks and smelled of dirt and sweat—as if begging for the master's praise.

Wang Fugui uncomfortably pulled his hand back and wiped it on his pants: "Dirty."

In the yard, the warm yet eerie playfulness continued.

No one noticed.

Under the shade of trees a hundred meters outside the villa, a pitch-black, solemn Hongqi sedan had been parked silently for a long time.

The license plate was a private "Lin" plate from the provincial capital, a sight that could make countless people turn pale with fear.

The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing the wrinkled but sharp-eyed face of an old man.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, had been watching for a full half-hour.

His gaze was fixed firmly on Lin Xiaocao, who was being chased around by Wang Fugui, laughing like a child.

Seeing the young lady's heartfelt and unprecedentedly bright smile, a hint of relief flashed in Uncle Fu's cloudy old eyes, but it was immediately replaced by endless sorrow and resolve.

He slowly lowered his head, clutching a piece of paper tightly in his hand.

The edges of the paper had already turned yellow, and the five large characters on it, "Critical Illness Notice," were shocking to behold.