The machinery parts factory seemed to have turned into a shura hell. There were only about 400 gangsters at most. How could they compete with these more than a thousand strong and healthy employees? There was a huge difference in numbers alone.

Not long after, one by one the gangsters were knocked to the ground. Those who were lucky were beaten unconscious. Those who were unlucky had their arms and legs severed and could not live a normal life for several months.

However, these employees still knew the importance of severity. They dared to hit the head with their bare hands, while those with weapons would hit their arms and thighs.

Therefore, after all the gangsters were brought down, there were no deaths.

The resentment in the fat factory director's heart was slightly reduced. However, when he thought of the pile of mostly used inventory in Factory No. 4, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in his heart.

After another half hour, more than a dozen trucks drove into the parts factory, and dozens of people jumped out of each truck. These people armed with weapons rushed to the site of the melee.

After seeing that the seven or eight factory buildings were in a mess, the middle-aged man at the head quickly ran over and shouted angrily, "Fat man, you damn fat man, come out!"

"Brother Wang, I'm here, I'm here!" The fat factory director rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly, "You're a step late, I've already taken care of things here!"

"Is it settled?!" The middle-aged man was stunned and could only wave his hand, "Hurry up and report the loss to me. I will report it to the headquarters!"

"Huh..." The fat factory director almost cried after hearing this, "Seven factories were destroyed, more than 60% of the equipment was lost, and the economic loss was approximately... 500 million!"

"Five hundred million?" The middle-aged man was shocked. Good guy, this is a big move! It seems that the consortium is going to suffer a lot!

However, what the fat factory director said next made him so frightened that his jaw almost dropped.

"This is just a small amount. We have a batch of large-order inventory that was also destroyed. It will be delivered in three days. It is too late to rush the order now. I am afraid that we will have to pay compensation for breach of contract..."

"How much is the compensation?!"

"Three hundred million..." The fat factory director broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole body was shaking violently like chaff.

"Ding dong!" The stick in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground. After a long time, he sighed and patted the fat factory director on the shoulder, "Old brother, we have known each other for almost twenty years, and I want to give you this.

talk!"

"Brother Wang, tell me!"

"If the money can be recovered, nothing will happen to you! If you can't get it back, send your wife and children away as soon as possible, and then commit suicide. Otherwise... you know the consequences very well!" The middle-aged man turned around and clapped his hands, taking the money with him.

The person coming said hello, "Let's go!"

The fat factory director sat on the ground exhausted, raised his head feebly and looked up at the sky, "God, please save me!"

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About half an hour later, people from the police station arrived. Almost at the same time as they arrived, there were dozens of ambulances. These people started working as soon as they arrived.

The people from the police station were responsible for questioning the still wailing gangster, and the ambulances rescued the unconscious gangster. Seeing this, Fatty Zhang felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. He quickly got up and headed toward the responsible person.

The captain of this operation walked over and said, "Captain Liu, you have to save me!"

"Uh, Director Zhang, it's you!" Captain Liu was stunned and hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with the fat director, "Don't worry, we will definitely investigate and give your factory an explanation!"

"Thank you very much!" The fat factory manager nodded and bowed repeatedly.

Suddenly, Captain Liu's eyes were attracted by a comatose gangster. He broke away from the fat factory director's hand and stepped over to the gangster's side in a few steps.

Captain Liu was startled, and his arms trembled. After slapping the gangster's face clean, he immediately screamed, "Director Luo's son!"

Before he could finish his words, an exclamation came from not far away, "Team Liu, this is actually the son of Secretary Yun Da!"

"Captain Liu, Mayor Zhang's son had one of his legs broken!"

"Doctors, nurses, come here quickly. This unconscious person is the son of Deputy Mayor Yun!"

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Shouts of exclamation were like thunderbolts, exploding in the air above the parts factory.

"They're all...all the sons of high officials...I'm done!" The fat factory director's face was still lifeless. He now knew that even if he didn't commit suicide, there would be a bunch of people who wanted to kill him.
Chapter completed!