Chapter 222 - 215: All Leather Factory Bosses Run Off with Their Sisters-in-Law

Chapter 222: Chapter 215: All Leather Factory Bosses Run Off with Their Sisters-in-Law

As one of the most famous villa districts in East Sea City, it was a favorite residence for the city’s top bosses.

Mengde wasn’t surprised to find some of them here.

And the fact that they had young models on their arms made perfect sense, too.

After all, who hadn’t heard the stories of bosses running off with their mistresses?

What was one young model in comparison?

Being a big boss meant you sometimes had a big temper, too!

The problem was, goddammit... their words stank. And that was crossing the line.

"Dammit!"

"Jiang Haibing, I’ve told you countless times! Yunxuan Villa District is our territory!"

"We absolutely cannot take in anyone else!"

"This is a high-end villa district, home to upper-class individuals like ourselves!"

"Do you think just any piece of trash can move in?"

"This is a grave insult to us, the upper crust of society!"

The speaker appeared to be the leader of this group of bosses.

He was a balding man in a three-piece Armani suit.

He patted a beer belly that looked nine months pregnant, a cigar dangling from his lips.

His tone was exceptionally arrogant, and he carried himself with an air of smug superiority.

He paid Mengde’s group no mind whatsoever.

No, that’s not quite right. To be precise...

...he didn’t even take Officer Jiang Haibing seriously.

Furthermore, his declaration immediately earned the approval of the other bosses.

"Exactly! We were generous enough to let you people in, Jiang Haibing!"

"But letting anyone else in now? Absolutely not!"

"Just look at the shoes on these paupers!"

Many of them pointed at the bloodstains Zhao Yu had gotten on himself while clearing out the zombies just moments ago.

They also pointed to his military boots, caked in black blood.

"You trash! You don’t even own a pair of Zegnas. What makes you worthy of entering our community?"

"And you’re so filthy. Did you come here to pollute our neighborhood?"

"We are all on the list of East Sea City’s wealthiest individuals!"

"If you cause any trouble for us, could you even afford to pay for it?"

"A bunch of ignorant country bumpkins!!!"

"And you, Jiang Haibing! You’re just a glorified watchdog. Since when did you have the authority to make decisions on our behalf?"

"Believe me, I will file a complaint against you with your commanding officer!"

"..."

The men chimed in one after another, completely dismissing Mengde and his group.

Even the bosses’ playthings... no, their high-class pet models... shot them looks of contempt.

They had completely forgotten that it was these very "bumpkins" who had just fought off the zombies that were about to eat them, saving their lives!

It wasn’t just Mengde; even Jiang Haibing, who had been protecting these so-called big bosses all this time, felt deeply insulted.

He never imagined that after protecting these people with all his might for two months...

...all he would get in return was their heartless mockery.

He and his brothers had risked their lives to protect them for two whole months!

More than ten of his colleagues had died right here.

He hadn’t even been able to go home, all for the sake of protecting them.

He hadn’t even had a chance to go look for his own sister!

And yet, these people showed not a shred of sympathy.

Most importantly, Mengde’s group hadn’t even asked to stay!

He might have taken in some passing survivors before...

...but this time, he truly hadn’t made any such offer!

An honest man like Jiang Haibing, he felt a bitterness he couldn’t put into words.

Besides, it wasn’t even certain that Mengde and his people wanted to stay here.

’If they did stay, that would actually be a good thing!’

’The pressure on me would be greatly relieved!’

Unfortunately, from the looks of it, Mengde’s group had no intention of staying here at all.

Jiang Haibing had always been a firm believer in protecting his country and serving the people. He never imagined that one day, he would be stabbed in the back like this!

At this thought, Jiang Haibing couldn’t help but feel a wave of desolation wash over him.

It was the feeling of a hero in his twilight, unappreciated and forgotten.

He wanted to argue back, but he didn’t know what to say.

Fortunately, at that moment, someone else stepped up for him.

Mengde was completely baffled by the words of these so-called "upper-class individuals."

’It’s simple, really. I never planned on staying here!’

’I came here looking for someone. Once I find them, I’m leaving!’

’I had no intention of staying here to protect this bunch of useless trash!’

He truly couldn’t understand where these people got their baffling self-confidence.

’How could they possibly come up with such a bizarre idea?’

And the most ridiculous part was that they used this delusion as a basis to start mocking them.

’The upper class mocking the lowly trash?’

’Seriously? The apocalypse has been going on for over two months now.’

’Hasn’t that been enough to wake you up?’

’Do you still think this is the lawful society of the pre-apocalypse world?’

’You want to talk about being high-class, do you? Fine. Then I’ll talk with my fists. How about that?’

Mengde had no intention of indulging them.

In the past, he would have handled this kind of situation himself.

But now, that was completely unnecessary.

A single glance was all it took for his brother-in-law to get the message.

Eagerly, he dashed forward.

In truth, he had long been fed up with this group of self-proclaimed "noble" bosses.

’What a bunch of morons. Coming here just to make fools of themselves!’

So, he charged right up to the bosses and, in front of everyone...

...unleashed a series of merciless kicks.

All the while, he was cursing his head off.

"Dammit! I’m not your daddy, so I don’t have to put up with your shit!"

"Fuck! A bunch of morons!"

Zhao Yu may have only just turned eighteen, but as someone who spent a lot of time online, he knew that idiots weren’t just found on the internet. There were plenty of them in the real world, too.

And so, as if to vent all the rage in his heart...

...Zhao Yu’s kicks were absolutely brutal.

He sent the balding boss—the one who had been shouting the loudest—flying with a single kick, and the man crashed heavily to the ground.

He couldn’t get back up.

He was frantically spitting up tomato juice... oh, wait, no... it was bright red blood!

Mixed in with the bright red blood were a few solid chunks.

Mengde had no idea what internal organ Zhao Yu had just kicked out of the guy.

But all in all, he figured the man wasn’t far from death.

He was like a character from a movie who’d just lost a duel and started coughing up his guts.

He couldn’t even speak.

His eyes, however, were filled with utter disbelief.

They seemed to be saying: ’How dare you hit me?!’

It was a good thing Mengde didn’t know what the man was thinking, or he would have ordered up a "group package" beatdown for all of them.

Zhao Yu had acted so fast that Jiang Haibing didn’t even have time to react.

He just saw the shouting boss go flying.

He subconsciously started to intervene, but a second later, he changed his mind.

’These people treated me like this. Why should I be polite with them?’

And for some reason, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction at that moment.

’This feels so damn good!!!’

If the timing weren’t so inappropriate, he would have applauded!

But because of the uniform he wore, he kept his mouth shut in the end.

But just because he kept quiet didn’t mean everyone else did.

Sure enough, the moment the balding boss went flying, the remaining bosses erupted.

"You... You actually hit us?"

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