215: Chapter 215 Liu Mi's Extra Meal and the Earth Dragon's Submission

"This thing of yours..."

"Does it taste good?"

Wang Fugui squatted in front of Secretary Liu. A simple and curious smile hung on his honest-looking face.

The entire place was dead silent.

Secretary Liu's body twitched frantically as if electrocuted. He looked into Wang Fugui's dark gold pupils, feeling as if he were staring directly at a prehistoric beast in human skin.

"No... no..." Secretary Liu shook his head desperately, his teeth biting his lips until they bled. "I was wrong... Sir, I was blind, I..."

Wang Fugui didn't listen to his nonsense.

He stretched out his left hand, thick as granite, and two fingers pinched Secretary Liu's chin with the precision of iron pincers.

Click.

With a soft sound, Secretary Liu's jaw was instantly dislocated. His scream was trapped in his throat.

In his right hand, Wang Fugui held the million-dollar check stained with blood, mud, and A Biao's saliva, slowly crumpling it into a ball.

Then, he forcefully stuffed the ball of paper into Secretary Liu's wide-open mouth.

"Swallow it," Wang Fugui's voice was calm.

The paper ball blocked his windpipe. Secretary Liu's eyes rolled back, and strange gurgling sounds came from his throat. His hands clawed futilely at Wang Fugui's arm, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He retched in agony, his face smeared with tears and snot.

Seeing him struggle to eat, Wang Fugui frowned.

He released the chin and grabbed the collar of Secretary Liu's expensive haute couture suit. His arm muscles suddenly tensed.

An adult man weighing over a hundred and forty pounds was lifted by him with one hand like a tattered sack.

Turn, swing, throw.

The movement was as smooth as tossing a bag of trash.

Whoosh—

Secretary Liu's body traced a tragic arc through the air, flying out of the factory gates.

Splash!

He landed unerringly in the perpetually clogged, foul-smelling black sewage ditch outside the factory. Sewage splashed everywhere as Secretary Liu thrashed desperately in the stinking water, retching repeatedly.

"If the Zhou Family comes again, it won't be paper they're eating."

Wang Fugui clapped his hands and turned around.

His gaze fell upon Earth Dragon, who was slumped on the ground beside the Grandmaster chair.

Earth Dragon shuddered all over.

Thud!

This underground overlord who reigned supreme in White Stone Islet and killed without blinking didn't hesitate for a second. His knees hit the ground hard, and his forehead slammed onto the concrete floor covered in broken glass shards.

"Sir! Living Bodhisattva! Ancestor!"

Ignoring the blood flowing from his gashed forehead, Earth Dragon kowtowed frantically, his voice shrill.

"I, Earth Dragon, was blind! From today on, all the venues and territories in White Stone Islet belong to you, Sir! I, Earth Dragon, will be your dog, I'll lick your shoes! I only beg you to treat me like a fart and let me go!"

Hundreds of henchmen watched their usually domineering boss kowtow like a stray dog. Not daring to even breathe loudly, they threw down their weapons and knelt in unison.

Wang Fugui wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"I don't collect protection fees."

He pointed at the trembling female workers of Flourishing Development behind him. His tone was still simple, yet carried an unquestionable dominance.

"From now on, this street belongs to Flourishing Development."

"If the factory workers lose even a single hair..."

Wang Fugui glanced at the forklift-turned-scrap-metal nearby. "I'll stuff you into the forklift's exhaust pipe."

Earth Dragon trembled violently. As if receiving a great pardon, he kowtowed so hard it echoed. "Understood! Understood! If anyone dares touch a single hair of Flourishing Development's people, I, Earth Dragon, will skin them alive!"

In the center of the factory grounds.

Covered in blood, A Biao was being carefully helped up by several female workers.

With his one eye not clouded by blood, he stared intently at Wang Fugui, who stood in the center of the field like a demon god. That bronze-skinned, muscular back was deeply etched into his retinas.

A Biao clenched his fists.

"This body of mine will only risk its life for Brother Fugui from now on." He gritted his teeth and swore a solemn oath in his heart.

The crisis was averted.

Wang Fugui took a deep breath. The blood and energy that had surged violently due to the battle began to calm down. The white steam on his body's surface also gradually dissipated. That terrifying hormonal pheromone that made the women's legs weak and the men tremble finally withdrew a little.

Only then did the surrounding female workers feel their breathing become smoother, but the way they looked at Wang Fugui still betrayed an unmistakable obsession and heat.

Just as the atmosphere had begun to ease.

Grumble—

A loud rumble, like muffled thunder, came from Wang Fugui's stomach. It was exceptionally clear in the silent courtyard.

Wang Fugui rubbed his flat stomach, his previously cold eyes instantly turning aggrieved.

He turned to look at Chen Yun.

"Sister Yun, I'm hungry again. I didn't eat enough just now."

Half an hour later.

In the courtyard of the dilapidated Shengfa Garment Factory, an extremely absurd scene unfolded.

Over thirty massive aluminum alloy basins were neatly arranged on the open ground. They were filled with steaming roasted whole lamb, roast goose, braised pork knuckles, and piles of white rice.

These were all brought over by Earth Dragon, who had mobilized all his men in White Stone Islet to sweep the food stalls of several nearby streets clean.

Wang Fugui sat bare-chested and imposing on the Grandmaster chair.

Crunch! Crunch!

He grabbed a leg of a roasted whole lamb with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth, meat and bone together. His terrifying bite force crushed the femur into pieces, which he then swallowed.

His eating speed was like a tireless shredder.

Earth Dragon and a group of fierce-looking tattooed thugs had all turned into well-behaved waiters. Carrying aluminum basins, they lined up and tremblingly served dishes to Wang Fugui.

Seeing Wang Fugui chew up and swallow thick bones with tendons still attached, Earth Dragon swallowed hard, feeling his worldview had been utterly shattered.

What the hell kind of monster is this?

Chen Yun stood to the side, holding a clean wet towel. Every time Wang Fugui looked up for air, she would step forward and gently wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth with a lingering gaze.

Lin Xiaocao obediently held a large basin of iced cola, ready to help Wang Fugui wash down his food at any moment.

Scorpion, dressed in black clothes and leather pants, stood like a loyal guard, coldly staring at the surrounding thugs.

This heartwarming yet bizarre scene of gluttony made the night in White Stone Islet feel somewhat surreal.

Vroom— Vroom—

Suddenly, an extremely violent engine roar came from outside the factory.

This sound was definitely not something those cheap minivans in White Stone Islet could produce.

Three black bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G-Wagons with special provincial capital license plates tore through the night. With blinding high beams, they slammed on their brakes at the entrance of Shengfa Garment Factory.

The tires rubbed against the ground, emitting a pungent smell of burnt rubber.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The car doors popped open simultaneously.

Over a dozen women dressed in black tight-fitting tactical vests, camouflage pants, and combat boots stepped out of the cars in unison.

Their figures were incredibly hot, but every face was etched with a cold, murderous aura. Their waists were bulging, clearly carrying the real deal.

The leading woman had ear-length short hair.

She took off her tactical sunglasses, revealing eyes as cold as sharp military bayonets.

Her gaze pierced through the courtyard full of thugs, past the roasted whole lamb bones, and instantly locked onto Wang Fugui, who was sitting on the Grandmaster chair with half a pig's trotter still in his mouth.