After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

I hurriedly put away my phone, looked around, and tried to run away.

But it was too sudden, and I was caught off guard. I didn't have time to escape.

Three people suddenly rushed out and pinned me to the ground.

One of them turned my head around, and after seeing my face clearly, he quickly reported, "Brother, it's that little internet celebrity from yesterday."

The manufacturer spoke, looking at me coldly, "Sneaking around like this, it can't be anything good."

Before I could even speak, they attacked me, prying my hands open and trying to snatch my phone.

After their phones were stolen, the two men were stunned for a moment when they saw what was on the screen.

After realizing what had happened, he quickly complained, "That woman was secretly livestreaming!"

The manufacturer was taken aback. He rushed forward, grabbed the phone, and smashed it to the ground. The phone quickly shattered into pieces.

The man grabbed my collar tightly, and I struggled desperately, but it was no use.

Big Bear and Biaozi dragged me into the office and threw me around violently.

I fell to the ground, my palm scraping against the ground, my skin and flesh were torn open, and blood gushed out instantly.

The burning pain made me gasp, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

One of them spat and said, "You really don't know what's good for you. Who do you think you are, coming here to provoke us?"

"It seems yesterday's warning was too lenient, that's why they haven't learned their lesson!"

The manufacturer was furious and slapped me without saying a word.

My face immediately swelled up, and my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

"This is just a small lesson. I warned you yesterday, but you still dared to secretly broadcast live."

This group of people really went all out. I felt panicked and my whole body was tense.

If they really wanted to get rid of me on their turf, it would be an easy thing to do.

But now that I'm here, there's absolutely no way I'm going to compromise.

Thinking this, and not knowing where I got the courage, I said, "I'm here to seek justice for consumers. Even if I can't expose you, someone else will definitely be able to deal with you!"

At times like these, I refuse to bow down to such evil forces.

They burst into laughter as if they'd heard a joke: "I thought you were stupid, but I didn't expect you to be so naive."

The manufacturer stopped in front of me, gripped my chin tightly, and forced me to look at him.

After a long pause, he spoke up: "In this world, only the rich are fair. Otherwise, why do you think so many people would rush headlong into the pursuit of money? You? You think you can defy the heavens?"

I didn't say anything, but stubbornly bit my lower lip.

The manufacturer shoved me aside, spitting out a disgusted look: "You're just a minor internet celebrity. Trying to talk to us about justice is just wishful thinking."

I fell to the ground, but I still refused to give up: "What's wrong with being a minor internet celebrity? Minor internet celebrities are more likely to fight for justice for consumers, and that's what I can do too."

The manufacturer laughed, but wasn't angry. He waved his hand and said, "Lock her up. I want to see how tough she can be now."

I struggled to my feet, my voice firm: "A businessman like you will surely be punished. I will fight for the rights of my fans."

The manufacturer, picking his ear and clearly unconcerned by my words, casually ordered, "She's chattering away, shut her up too."

Upon hearing this, Da Xiong and Biao Zi exchanged a glance, then lifted me up from either side like a baby chick.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I struggled desperately.

At that critical moment, I suddenly remembered my phone and threatened, "Even if you lock me up, I've already broadcast it live. Everyone saw you. If something happens to me, you won't be able to escape either."

In broad daylight, do they really intend to disregard human life?

I'm somewhat glad I just chose to do a live stream, so Lao Mo can be fully aware of my situation.

Upon hearing this, the manufacturer, who had already calmed down, waved for his men to stop.

He walked towards me, his eyes filled with malice.

Suddenly, the manufacturer grabbed my hair with such force that I almost thought my scalp was going to be torn apart: "I'm not afraid. If I were afraid, I wouldn't be in this line of work."

He's so utterly depraved!

I wanted to say something, but I was afraid of really angering him, and that he might kill me without considering the consequences.

Seeing that I shut up, the manufacturer finally let me go.

Big Bear and Biaozi dragged me along.

I flailed my legs, struggling to break free from their hold.

Just then, the tightly closed door was suddenly kicked open.

When I saw who it was, my pupils dilated.

Old Mo!

The words haven't been spoken yet.

While they were still stunned, Lao Mo quickly knocked down the two men who were holding me.

He grabbed my hand. "Run, hurry!"

After hearing what Lao Mo said, he instinctively followed him.

This is the manufacturers' territory; if we don't expand outwards, they will continue to target us.

We must get out of here as soon as possible!

The factory area has a complicated layout, and Lao Mo and I weren't familiar with it. After running around the corner, I didn't notice the stairs on one side.

He suddenly fell to the ground, and a sharp pain shot through his ankle.

I winced in pain.

At this critical moment, I refused to back down and forced myself to get up despite the pain.

But when I landed on my toes, the excruciating pain in my ankle made it difficult for me to even stand up.

Old Mo noticed something was wrong with me and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

I pursed my lips, cold sweat pouring down my face from the pain: "I twisted my ankle..."

He immediately helped me up and ran forward on his own.

Even though we ran for our lives, several people still surrounded us.

Old Mo was forced to stop.

The manufacturer walked out from the side, looking at us coldly, "You think you can really get out?"

I struggled to get off Lao Mo: "This has nothing to do with him. Release him and do whatever you want with me."

I can't let Lao Mo suffer with me.

The manufacturer sneered, "You think you can teach me how to do things? Let me tell you, not even a fly will get out of here today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several burly men rushed forward.

Old Mo pushed me behind him, saying, "You stay here, don't come up. I'll handle this."

He rushed forward and attacked with maximum force.

I never imagined that Lao Mo had such skills.

But two fists can't fight four hands. Caught off guard, he was suddenly overpowered and was beaten up and injured all over in an instant.

My eyes were filled with worry: "Old Mo!"

Before he finished speaking, the burly man quickly stepped forward and dragged us away, one on each side: "Take us back for processing."

The manufacturer waved and walked towards the office.

Despite the excruciating pain, I looked at Lao Mo with remorse: "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this again."

If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

Old Mo smiled weakly and shook his head.

Just as Lao Mo and I were being dragged into the office, we suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind us.

I looked up abruptly—and here it is!