The overwhelming sll made him feel as if he would suffocate and die any second.
It was like he was buried under a pile of foul-slling poop, wriggling his body like he had fallen into a cesspool, sticky and nauseating.
"Why does it sll so bad? This cow and chicken manure organic fertilizer didn’t fernt properly. It’s still got that sll... unscrupulous businesses..."
In a daze, Wu Xiaogang heard soone say these words.
If you told soone, they might not believe it, but he really felt buried by shit in this lifeti.
Wu Xiaogang thought he might be about to die; hallucinations and illusions appeared before his eyes...
The innocent girls he had hurt ca lunging at him, baring claws and fangs.
"No, please..."
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Su Li was in a beautiful, dreamlike garden, leisurely sipping afternoon tea. But when her gaze touched the human figure in the corner, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as it always seed distracting.
The man in the baseball cap had vacant eyes, with expressions of fear and ferocity flashing across his face as if he’d encountered sothing horrifying, continually murmuring, "No, please, save ..."
Soon, he began to shout, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was wrong, please spare ..."
This appearance had beco mundane after seeing it so often in recent days.
Su Li lazily commanded, "Turn around, don’t let see that vile face of yours."
Rotten things like him weren’t even qualified to be used as fertilizer for her rose garden.
Wu Xiaogang had managed to hang on until now, always hovering on the brink of ntal collapse, because he believed his disappearance would certainly draw soone’s attention, and then he’d be rescued.
This tiny glimr of hope allowed him to regain so clarity from ti to ti.
Su Li clicked her tongue and marveled, "Such strong willpower, huh."
And as Wu Xiaogang had hoped, the security guards indeed sensed sothing was not right when he hadn’t co out for a long ti that day.
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"Uncle, that person went inside the building and hasn’t co out for so long. Could sothing have happened?"
The young security guard asked the middle-aged one with so concern.
They were tempted montarily and let the man in because of the money he threw at them.
The man had assured them he just wanted to go in and resolve a misunderstanding with his girlfriend who didn’t want to see him.
But it had been so long...
Hearing this, the older security guard also started to panic.
On a small scale, their behavior violated company policy and was irresponsible to the residents, which could lead to dismissal. On a larger scale, if anything truly happened, they would be considered accomplices.
Previously, to make things easier for the man and avoid the company catching them, the middle-aged guard had secretly turned off the surveillance caras on that floor.
"Uncle, what should we do..."
Both were now regretful, realizing they shouldn’t have compromised their principles for a pittance.
"Don’t panic, I’ll call the resident."
It was the older guard who had the presence of mind.
"Hello, Miss Su..."
"Ah, nothing serious, just a satisfaction survey for residents. Could you fill it out for us...?"
"...Nothing else to worry about... Alright, I’ll let you get back to your work."
.....
"Uncle, how did it go?" the young man asked eagerly.
The middle-aged guard breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said fortunately, "It’s fine."
"Maybe he left through another exit; from Miss Su’s voice, there was no hint she knew anything about him."
"That’s good, that’s good."
"Uncle, we shouldn’t do things like this again, no matter the money, my conscience can’t take it..."
The middle-aged uncle nodded in agreent with a wry smile, "Didn’t think I’d live to this age and still not understand as well as you, kid."
A scare vanished just like that, prompting these two guards to unconsciously forget that there are only a few ergency exits on that floor. No one was seen on the surveillance footage, nor at the security office door, suggesting the man couldn’t have escaped under their watchful eyes through any other exit.
Thinking about it, that troubleso man seed sneaky, didn’t look like soone good.
Entrusted with Wu Xiaogang’s hope, the guards nevertheless overlooked his disappearance.
It took a whole half month for Wu Dazhuang to gradually realize that his son seed to be missing.
In the past, his son would sotis disappear for ten days or half a month but never without keeping in touch.
But this ti, for an entire half month, he hadn’t received any calls or texts from his son asking for money, which was odd.
"Secretary Jin, find out where the young master is."
Upon receiving the boss’s order, Secretary Jin mobilized his network and soon found the young master squatting in the newly built Forest Park on the outskirts, pretending to pick mushrooms.
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"Did you find him?" Wu Dazhuang, while reviewing docunts, asked his secretary without looking up: "What trouble has he caused this ti?"
"Handle his matters all on your own. Compensate where necessary, suppress if needed, just don’t let it get too ugly."
But this ti, Wu Dazhuang didn’t get a response from Secretary Jin for a long ti.
He raised his head in confusion and frowned, asking, "Did that brat cause a big ss this ti that’s hard to handle?"
Despite asking this, Wu Dazhuang still considered it unlikely.
Though his son Wu Xiaogang seed unreliable, as the saying goes, the father knows the son best. Despite his craziness, he had a vague sense of who he couldn’t offend.
Never before had there been a ti when he, the father, couldn’t manage a situation.
Seeing the troubled expression on Secretary Jin’s face, Wu Dazhuang instinctively felt a bad premonition.
"Did he really provoke soone hard to deal with?"
After much hesitation and with a peculiar expression, Secretary Jin said, "Boss, I can’t handle it this ti."
"Because... the young master refuses to co back with ."
Wu Dazhuang sighed with relief, "As long as he didn’t provoke the wrong person."
Secretary Jin: "Boss, you’d better go see for yourself. The young master looks... not well..."
The relief paled rapidly in Wu Dazhuang’s heart.
He sighed heavily in annoyance, this troubleso son of his.
What could he do, it was his own son, he had to deal with it.
At this point, Wu Dazhuang hadn’t realized what Secretary Jin ant by "not well."
What "not well," it was downright terrible....
Wu Dazhuang stood dumbfounded, staring at his son beneath the tree in Forest Park, disheveled with unkempt hair and beard....
"Is he Xiao Gang?"
Secretary Jin nodded, "Yes."
Wu Dazhuang’s gruff voice reached Wu Xiaogang’s ears.
His previously motionless and dazed face slowly turned chanically and muttered hauntingly, "No, I’m not Xiao Gang. I’m Juice Balcony, no... actually, I’m Blue Storm...."
Wu Dazhuang: "....." Juice Balcony, Blue Storm, what the hell is that?
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