Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

One of the bolder ones, steeling himself, cautiously asked, "What do you want with Director Meng? He should be in the workshop right now."

The monkey's henchman impatiently leaned forward, deliberately bringing his tattoos closer to the worker.

He said fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense, answer my questions! Don't fucking play dumb with me!"

As he spoke, he reached out and gave the worker a hard shove.

The workers were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground, their faces showing expressions of terror.

He quickly replied, "Director Meng is our workshop director. He usually leads the work in the workshop, so he must still be inside right now."

"I get off work quite late every day. I'll probably be busy for a few more hours before I can leave in the evening."

Another henchman crossed his arms, squinted at the worker, and said in a sarcastic tone, "You better not lie to us. If we find out you're trying to cheat, you'll be in big trouble!"

The monkey nodded in satisfaction, waved its hand, and said, "Alright, get lost!"

The workers felt like they had been granted a pardon and hurried away, glancing back as they went, afraid that the workers would catch up with them.

Afterwards, Monkey and a few of his underlings went to a secluded alley near the cannery, intending to wait there for Meng Zhengguo to get off work that evening.

The alleyway was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the stench of rotting garbage. The surrounding area was piled high with clutter.

Old cardboard boxes and discarded wooden boards were scattered haphazardly, and a few wild grasses grew in the corner, swaying gently in the breeze.

It added a touch of desolation to the already oppressive atmosphere.

The monkey and his underlings found a relatively clean spot and squatted down against the wall.

"This Meng Zhengguo, he always looks respectable at the factory, but I never expected him to be such a hypocrite!"

One of the underlings spat, his face contorted with disgust, the muscles in his face twisting slightly with anger.

"This kind of person needs to be taught a lesson; he's bullying us too much!"

Another henchman chimed in, "That's right! Sister Chen said he made an inappropriate advance on her stepdaughter. That's inhuman! He's worse than an animal!"

As he spoke, he forcefully spat on the ground.

The monkey touched the tattoo on the back of his hand and said with a sneer, "Hmph, he's mild-mannered and cares about the employees at the factory."

"He takes the lead in working overtime to urge production, acting like a good leader, but behind the scenes he does this kind of shady business."

"Although we usually like to extort, intimidate, fight, get tattoos, and blackmail."

“But we know what the bottom line is. Compared to Meng Zhengguo, we are all good people.”

"A man who bullies women is a scumbag! We all despise him!"

"Yes, when he comes out later, we're going to give him a good talking to!"

Another underling, eager to get started, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the menacing tattoos on his arms.

"Let him know why the flowers are so red!"

"Don't rush, listen to Sister Chen, don't cause any deaths, just teach him a lesson."

The monkey gave a warning, a sly glint in its eyes.

"However, we'll have to teach him a lesson later—bullying others comes at a price!"

"We need to find the right balance, enough to make him feel pain, but not enough to cause any serious harm."

The henchmen nodded in agreement, their eyes revealing a fierce glint.

As they chatted, they would occasionally glance towards the alley entrance, waiting for Meng Zhengguo to appear after get off work.

A lesson is about to be taught.

In this dark alley, they harbored their so-called "justice" and prepared to teach Meng Zhengguo a lesson he would never forget.

Night fell like a thick black quilt, slowly covering Nanjiang County.

The streetlights along the street resembled weary night watchmen, emitting a dim and weak light.

The shadows cast by the lights on the streets added a touch of mystery and oppression to the small town.

Meng Zhengguo finished a busy day at the cannery.

As the workshop director, he not only made proper arrangements for the workshop workers to work overtime at night.

They also meticulously checked the work situation to ensure there were no oversights.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was go home and rest.

He hopped on his old 82-inch bicycle, which had been with him for many years, hummed a tuneless little tune, and leisurely rode home.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, but he was completely unaware of the danger, like a beast lurking in the darkness, silently approaching.

As Meng Zhengguo passed through a narrow alley he had to go through, the surrounding environment became increasingly gloomy.

The walls on both sides of the alley were covered with moss, giving off a damp smell.

Suddenly, a thick, powerful arm reached out from the darkness, like a pair of steel pincers, and grabbed his bicycle handlebars.

Caught off guard, Meng Zhengguo's body suddenly swayed, and he almost fell to the ground along with the vehicle.

Before he could react, a group of people of various shapes and sizes quickly surrounded him like ghosts, completely cutting off his escape route.

"What are you going to do?"

Meng Zhengguo cried out in terror, his voice trembling slightly, his once composed face now filled with panic.

His eyes widened as he warily surveyed the group of uninvited guests in the dim light.

The monkey's henchmen all had fierce faces, their eyes revealing ruthlessness and unruliness.

Without a word, several strong hands grabbed Meng Zhengguo's arms and shoulders, dragging him and his bicycle into a deeper alley.

At that moment, two passing workers happened to witness this scene, and they were so frightened that their faces turned ashen.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

One of the workers instinctively took a step forward, wanting to help, but was pulled back by his coworker.

"Don't go! They're thugs, we can't afford to mess with them!"

The coworker anxiously advised, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness, his hand gripping his companion's arm tightly, fearing he might act impulsively.

"But...that's Director Meng."

The worker who wanted to help hesitated, a conflicted look on his face, his eyes showing both worry for Meng Zhengguo and fear of the thugs in front of him.

"Don't meddle in other people's business, let's get out of here. Director Meng won't know we've seen this. If we don't leave, we might get ourselves into trouble!"

"If you want to do good deeds and become a hero, think about your wife and children at home first."

"Listen to me, hurry up and leave, just pretend you didn't see anything."

His coworkers pulled him forcefully, almost dragging him away from the scene.

The two left in a hurry, their steps frantic, and they didn't even dare to look for a landline to call the police for Meng Zhengguo.

They were afraid of attracting the attention of thugs and bringing trouble upon themselves.

In the alley, Meng Zhengguo glared angrily at the six thugs in front of him, his fear gradually being replaced by rage.

He tried to intimidate them with his authoritative demeanor.