Countless sewage poured down like a torrential rain, directly soaking Fan Xingkong's hair and clothes. Just moments ago, he was clean and tidy, but now he looked like he was fished out of a toilet.

"Who is it! Who the hell is it!" Fan Xingkong shouted at the doorway, "Where is everyone, come out here!"

The sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and people from the adjacent offices also came out. When they saw Fan Xingkong in this state, they couldn't believe it was their boss.

"What the hell are you staring at, hurry up and find some water and towels to clean up!"

Glug... Glug...

Boom!

The flimsy ceiling was abruptly shattered by a heavy blow, and countless sewage poured down, drenching everyone present, including Fan Xingkong's subordinates, without exception.

The whole second floor was filled with a stench that could make people puke to death; some even fainted from the smell.

Everyone, previously looking smartly dressed in work uniforms, suddenly found their white shirts turned black and their neatly groomed hair messy with dirt. All in all, they wanted to cry but dared not make a sound, fearing that once they opened their mouths or eyes, the sewage would get in.

Leaning against the wall, Fan Xingkong shouted angrily, "What the hell are you waiting for, get downstairs, the second floor is unlivable!"

Downstairs?

The whole pipeline connects the ceiling of both the second and first floors, and the first floor was already flooded with sewage too. Though not much, it poured down, ruining everything and leaving no place to stand without sewage! There's not even a spot on the ground to step on.

Fan Xingkong was the first to dash downstairs, instinctively wanting to open the door and get out. It's really unbearable to stay any longer; you'd likely be choked to death by the stench, so he didn't care about appearances anymore and hurried towards the door.

But upon reaching the door, he found it locked with a giant padlock from the outside.

Slamming the door forcefully, he shouted, "What the hell is going on!"

The receptionist, who was no longer her glamorous self and covered in smelly vegetable leaves and sewage, mumbled, "Earlier, someone came in saying they were fixing the sewer and locked the door to prevent the smell from coming in!"

"What does that person look like?" Fan Xingkong asked.

"You can see it on the surveillance!" said the girl as she opened the surveillance footage on the computer, revealing Liu Zixuan's face immediately.

After locking the door, he even flipped off the camera!

Boom!

Fan Xingkong clenched his fist and slammed it heavily onto the computer, shattering the screen and causing his hand to bleed profusely.

"Liu Zixuan, you're forcing me to fight you!"

Clang!

As Fan Xingkong finished, suddenly a figure charged down from the second floor.

It was Niu Lao Wu, who fell off his wheelchair, rolled twice, and landed face down, swallowing a mouthful of sewage and looking extremely disheveled!

Fan Xingkong cursed angrily, "What a useless piece of trash!"

Niu Lao Wu's heart was filled with bitterness; he had thought that after siding with Fan Xingkong, he could recover his previous debts from Liu Zixuan, but even before starting, he was already mocked!

Struggling on the ground tearlessly, no one helped him, all trying to find an exit to escape.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, Liu Zixuan appeared at the door, looking at the chaotic mess inside, with a mocking smile.

Facing Fan Xingkong inside, he laughed, "A person like Mr. Fan, who frequents hot springs and saunas, must never have bathed in sewage, right? Isn't this taste exhilarating?"

"Liu Zixuan, if you have the guts, open the door! I want a duel with you!" shouted Fan Xingkong, exasperated.

Liu Zixuan waggled his index finger, "No, no, no, no rush for a duel. We have plenty of time. You enjoy the first feast I've prepared for you along with your little followers and employees!"

"Of course, you can choose to come after me at Ming Shui Road once you get out, but just remember, I'm always one who returns a hundredfold; you hit me once, I hit you a hundred times; you throw a pile of trash at me, I send you a truck of sewage."

With an extremely exaggerated smile, Liu Zixuan waved at Fan Xingkong and walked towards the sewage truck.

Fan Xingkong stared at Liu Zixuan's departing figure, furiously grinding his teeth, with veins popping and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He said viciously, "Break open the windows! I want Liu Zixuan torn apart!"

"Mr. Fan, it's bad; our storeroom products are all ruined. And the equipment is waterlogged and completely non-operational!" a manager-looking man ran over and said.

Fan Xingkong threw a furious punch, knocking the manager to the ground, "Do I have eyes? I can see it myself!"

The manager had never seen his boss this angry, quietly got up, and moved far away!

Before long, a few burly men smashed the window, and everyone rushed onto the street.

But soon, they became the focus of public attention.

The pedestrians on the whole street and the nearby shop owners all gathered, looking at the once mighty and influential Mr. Fan Xingkong in such a sorry state, covering their mouths and laughing secretly.

It was apparent that Fan Xingkong was not popular on this street. Many felt secretly happy watching him in such a predicament.

"What the hell are you staring at? Get lost!"

"Stop looking."

With that, a group of burly men began to chase away the onlookers who didn't stay long but watched from the shop doorways nearby.

They weren't afraid of those guys but were worried the odor would spread to them.

A group of underlings and employees, who in the morning came to work dressed in smart suits, ties, leather shoes, or dresses, now looked like they were either fleeing famine or had just climbed out of a toilet pit, drawing disdain and amusement from everyone around.

"What are you all standing there for? Do you want others to watch the fun? Go home and wash up or change your clothes!" Fan Xingkong shouted.

"Mr. Fan, are we coming to work tomorrow?" an employee asked.

"The company is about to collapse; how can you work? It's a holiday! Holiday!"

This time, Fan Xingkong's loss was immense; the garbage he piled on Ming Shui Road at most caused each business there a few hundred yuan in losses, but here... the company won't run properly for a week!

This week alone accounts for tens of thousands lost, plus equipment failure and destroyed files, resulting in a total loss of over a million, and before that, he lost another five million in a gambling game.

Twice he has confronted Liu Zixuan, and altogether he has nearly lost tens of millions in assets!

Fan Xingkong probably wanted to strangle Liu Zixuan...

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