Became a vicious male mother

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"Hey, a gentleman uses words, not fists. You're going to be on TV, don't catch his temper!!" He's still waiting for the show to start filming so he can collect his demolition compensation!

The landlord spoke while backing away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

But to no avail.

After kicking the man on the ground a few times, Gu Xinglan grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "Where's the 1.6 million? I'm asking you, where's the 1.6 million?!"

But when a person is drunk, they seem completely out of it.

Seeing this, he immediately raised his hand and slapped the man again.

With a loud "snap," the sound reached the heavens, unstoppable.

This brought Xu Dong back to his senses. His face was numb and painful, swollen, and his eyes were blurry as he looked over.

"I'll ask you one more time... what about the 1.6 million?!"

The words, spoken almost through gritted teeth, seemed to shrink the air itself.

Xu Dong tugged at his collar, his breath reeking of alcohol as he laughed: "Money? Money is for spending, of course. What else can it be used for..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Gu Xinglan was so angry that she could barely breathe.

The palm strike came whistling through the air again. Xu Dong snapped back to his senses, struggling and screaming at the top of his lungs:

"Let me go!! You fucking let me go..."

After saying that, Gu Xinglan immediately let go of her hand.

"People like you will eventually end up in a labor camp to repent and start anew."

Those disdainful eyes looked at him as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Even though Xu Dong was used to seeing the fierce and menacing debt collectors, he couldn't help but freeze at this moment, as if he had seen a wolf in sheep's clothing, which made him feel a chill down his spine.

It looked like the person was about to leave.

My mind finally started to clear up a bit.

"Brother Gu, I was wrong last time."

Xu Dong kept wiping the saliva that had been slapped out of his mouth. His eyes gradually cleared, and he looked at Gu Xinglan with a sorrowful expression: "You, you know that big boss surnamed Meng, right? Can you give me his contact information?"

After saying that, Xu Dong used both hands and feet to crawl to Gu Xinglan's feet as if grasping at a straw, and hugged her calves tightly.

No matter how hard Gu Xinglan tried to shake him off, he couldn't.

"You gambled away your money, and now you want it back?"

That hit the nail on the head.

Xu Dong's face froze.

"I'm asking you, where is Xu Mufeng?"

“He…” Xu Dong’s eyes darted around, his grip on his hand neither loosening nor relaxing.

Gu Xinglan immediately pulled her leg away, her tone certain that Xu Dong knew the child's whereabouts: "Where is he?"

"If I tell you, can you give me President Meng's phone number?"

Xu Dong stammered as he looked at the other person.

They were practically begging to kowtow to the man surnamed Gu.

Gu Xinglan's lips were taut, and her eyes were devoid of any warmth.

Seeing this, Xu Dong gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pointed with a trembling hand to the passage outside: "He's in the slaughterhouse, nearby. I didn't do anything to him."

It's not surprising that there are factories and slaughterhouses in the urban villages located downstream of the Wushui River and near the suburbs.

However, Xu Dong's words only made him think that Xu Mufeng had been taken away to work as a child laborer.

His wife was sick, his children were working illegally, and this man still had the mood to drink and gamble.

Gu Xinglan squatted down and asked in a calm voice, "What illness does Ms. Ding have?"

"Syphilis." Xu Dong seemed very afraid when this was mentioned.

If it's in the early stages, there's still a chance of recovery.

He has no contact with Ding Xiuying now and doesn't know her thoughts or intentions.

Why don't we go find Xu Mufeng, who works illegally?

……

Outside the slaughterhouse.

Trucks loaded with livestock slowly drove in, raising clouds of dust.

The outer area was surrounded by high fences. Some workers held whips and quickly drove the animals on the trucks to the waiting area. The pigs and sheep paced restlessly and squealed, their various cries intertwined, each sound carrying a different meaning.

Gu Xinglan's arrival here was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating huge waves.

Someone slowly walked out from inside and looked him up and down.

"Are you a reporter?"

The speaker had eyes that held a deep, dark glint.

Gu Xinglan withdrew her scrutinizing gaze.

The fact that they brought this up right away suggests that the slaughterhouse has probably been investigated.

Child labor is illegal; he came here rashly and carelessly…

Gu Xinglan lowered her voice and shook her head: "I'm here to look for a job. Do you know where the human resources department is?"

"..." He seemed unaware that this decent-looking person would ask such a question.

The man stood there for a while, then frowned, raised his chin, waved his hand dismissively, and shouted, "Go away, go away, there are no jobs available here."

"You're really crazy! You're looking for a job and you've ended up at a slaughterhouse! Look at you, you can't lift a finger, what can you do? You'll be lucky if you don't get eaten by the pigs..."

The speaker's tone was arrogant and domineering, with a fierce look in his eyes, showing no mercy.

Gu Xinglan looked at the outer wall of the slaughterhouse, then at the person in front of her.

The man had a whip attached to his belt, and the whip was covered with hair from an unknown creature.

The dark brown bloodstains had completely stained the whip red.

The deterrent effect is undeniable.

Having no weapons, all he could say was, "Alright, thank you for the explanation, brother. Sorry to bother you."

Gu Xinglan retreated to a safe distance before slowly leaving.

Xu Dong is something else, selling his child like livestock to a place like this.

Wushui is a place where gray and white coexist.

Only those crushed to the bottom can see the layer of gray, and behind that gray are capitalists disguised as white.

He turned around and glanced at the dark, densely packed slaughterhouse.

System: [How about calling in reinforcements?]

“If the child didn’t want to, he wouldn’t have come to this place.”

Xu Mufeng could have stayed safely in his rented room.

If the door isn't opened, no one can do anything to that troublesome kid.

But Xu Mufeng not only opened the door, but also followed Xu Dong and was sold to this place.

As Gu Xinglan pondered this, she walked through the grove of trees, crouching low as she reached the backyard of the slaughterhouse.

For someone of his height, climbing over the wall here would be a piece of cake.

He took a few steps back, went around behind the tree, and quickly climbed up.

The tree trunk was thick and long, and it had a strange, unpleasant smell.

After climbing up, my fingers were already rubbed raw.

He stared intently into the walled area.

The backyard appears to be staff quarters.

But this dormitory has a vaguely eerie atmosphere, like a cage for livestock.

The doors and windows were almost entirely made of rusty iron railings.

Gu Xinglan struggled to hold onto the tree bark, hanging from the trunk until her legs went numb before she could see someone inside.

Soon, in less than a minute, he almost vomited on the spot!

The scenes inside were a real test of his ability to cope as a modern person.

There was a man wearing a blue vest, holding a whip, and opposite him was a group of ragged, emaciated people, the old, weak, sick and disabled, squatting down with their heads in their hands.

The muffled cracking of whips rose and fell, making it seem to an outsider that livestock were being whipped.

But in Gu Xinglan's eyes, the group of people who were beaten seemed to have become accustomed to it.

Some were in so much pain that they rolled on the ground without making a sound.

Gu Xinglan, who was perched in the tree, watched for an unknown amount of time before finally unable to hold back any longer. She leaned against the tree trunk, face down, and vomited up her stomach contents, her mouth feeling both sour and bitter.

He hasn't eaten a single bite of food since this morning, but even if we offered him food now, he wouldn't be able to eat.

It's hard to imagine how Xu Mufeng, a child, lived inside.