"Is there something wrong with your pig feed? And you still have the nerve to accuse me of making false claims?"
Zhao Dachuan planted a foot squarely on Zhu Dapang's chest, pinning him ruthlessly to the ground.
Looking down at him from above, he said:
"Since you're so confident, why don't you try eating some of this pig swill yourself? If you dare to eat it, then I'll admit there's nothing wrong with it."
"Hurry up and bring a spoonful of pig feed over here!" Zhao Dachuan barked at the two feed handlers working under Zhang Ting.
Startled, the two workers exchanged glances, terrified to their cores.
The thought of Zhao Dachuan's sandbag-sized fists made them both tremble violently.
"Right... right away..." terrified that Zhao Dachuan might decide to punch them next.
In less than a minute, the handlers handed a bowl of pig swill to Zhao Dachuan.
Holding the bowl of feed, Zhao Dachuan glared down at Zhu Dapang and demanded:
"Well?! Are you going to eat it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?!"
"You! Zhao Dachuan! This is sheer thuggery! I'm going to report you to the village committee director!"
Shocked out of his wits, Zhu Dapang immediately began to struggle.
He knew all too well how terrifying the contents of the bowl in Zhao Dachuan's hands really were.
A hundred pigs right here couldn't handle it and had ended up foaming at the mouth.
If that stuff went into his own stomach, he was certain he'd be checking into the ICU today.
"Ha... the village committee director?! What kind of a big shot is that? Don't forget! I'm supposed to be an idiot right now! There's nothing I wouldn't do—what can they possibly do to me?!"
"I'll ask you again! Was it you who tampered with the pig feed and brought all of Sister Ting's pigs down?!" Zhao Dachuan asked coldly, his tone dripping with murderous intent.
The terrifying aura of violence made Zhu Dapang's two subordinates cower like frightened birds in the corner of the pen.
Brother Huangmao, who had just been vomiting bile a moment earlier, let out a direct shriek:
"Don't! Don't hit me! I had no idea there was anything wrong with the feed, it has nothing to do with me!"
"The boss prepared the stock beforehand and made us move it!"
Facing Zhao Dachuan's threats, Brother Huangmao threw Zhu Dapang under the bus without hesitation.
"You two don't want your jobs anymore, do you?!" Zhu Dapang cursed furiously.
Before he could even finish his sentence, Zhao Dachuan delivered a brutal slap across his face, knocking out two of Zhu Dapang's front teeth.
"I'm talking to you! What are you blabbering to them for?!"
"Speak! Did you mix the medicine that made the pigs sick into the feed?!"
With that, Zhao Dachuan thrust the bowl of feed laced with slimming powder right back in front of Zhu Dapang's face.
The message was clear: if Zhu Dapang resisted any further, he was going to be force-fed.
Staring at the bowl inches from his face, Zhu Dapang was paralyzed with terror, his whole body shaking.
"Don't... don't make me drink this! I admit it! I mixed slimming powder into it. It makes pigs get thinner the more they eat, while their appetite just keeps growing!"
Scared out of his wits and daring not hide anything, Zhu Dapang confessed to every single detail of how he had tampered with the feed.
"What did you say?! Zhu Dapang! You actually poisoned the feed?!"
"Why would you do such a thing? Just to win me over, you're this perverted?!" Zhang Ting raged.
Having worked with Zhu Dapang for all these years, she never dreamed he was such a despicable, shameless wretch.
"Wh... who told you not to give me a chance?! Your husband and I both set our sights on you back then, and I've always made more money than he did! Where was I inferior to your husband?!"
"And even after your husband died, you still refused to accept me. I was jealous! I wanted to marry you!" Zhu Dapang cried out with immense grievance.
"A forced melon is not sweet!" Zhang Ting said coldly.
"A forced melon might not be sweet, but it quenches your thirst!" Zhu Dapang argued stubbornly.
"You!!"
Zhang Ting was so furious her chest heaved violently up and down.
Against a scoundrel like this, she felt utterly helpless.
Fortunately, Zhao Dachuan had a trick up his sleeve. With another fierce crack, he slammed a heavy palm across Zhu Dapang's face, leaving a bright red handprint and causing his cheek to swell up instantly.
"Why are you hitting me?! Didn't I already confess?!" Zhu Dapang mumbled through the pain, his speech slurred.
"Hehe... Aren't you a pervert?! Always harassing Sister Ting! Well, it just so happens I'm a pervert too—a pretty fierce, protective kind of pervert! How about this: every time I see you harass Sister Ting from now on, I'm going to beat you once?"
As he spoke, Zhao Dachuan swung his sandbag-sized fist back and forth a couple of times right in front of Zhu Dapang's nose.
The gesture made Zhu Dapang's stomach clench in terror.
A man like him was nothing more than a bully who feared the strong!
And Zhao Dachuan happened to be someone whose fists were entirely too hard, keeping Zhu Dapang firmly under his thumb.
Slap!
Seeing that Zhu Dapang was slow to answer, Zhao Dachuan delivered another vicious backhand to his other cheek, swelling his entire head up until he looked just like a pig's head!
"Ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts..."
Wailing in agony, Zhu Dapang immediately caved:
"I get it! I promise I'll never harass Zhang Ting again!"
"Good! If you'd just listened to me in the first place, we could've saved all this trouble! But no, you just had to go against me!"
Only then did Zhao Dachuan dust off his hands in satisfaction, holding one palm out right in front of Zhu Dapang.
"Wh... what?!"
Beaten half to death and clutching his face, Zhu Dapang asked with a crying quiver in his voice what this gesture meant, claiming he didn't understand.
"The IOU for your credit tab, obviously! Are you an idiot?"
Zhao Dachuan cuffed him over the head with a punch that left him dizzy and seeing stars, eliciting a heart-wrenching shriek of pain.
He knew that continuing to resist a freak like Zhao Dachuan was practically playing with his own life.
"Here, here, here... the IOU!"
Zhu Dapang fished out the IOU for six thousand yuan and handed it over.
Snatching the paper back, Zhao Dachuan pressed his advantage:
"And what about the medical fees for this time?! A hundred pigs were wrecked by your doing, and if it weren't for me, every single one of them would be dead! I'm charging you five thousand yuan as compensation!!"
"You... what did you say?! I have to pay you on top of that?!"
Zhu Dapang was completely dumbfounded; he had never encountered such brazen extortion in his life.
Yet Zhao Dachuan demonstrated this overbearing attitude to absolute perfection.
Still, Zhu Dapang dared not disobey. Given Zhao Dachuan's fierce personality, he knew he wouldn't live to see another day if he refused.
"I'm asking you, are you going to pay or not?! Sister Ting! Read out your bank card number and make him transfer it right now—transfer it this instant..."
With that, Zhao Dachuan clenched his fist, producing a crisp cracking sound from his knuckles.
*Crack! Crack!...*
Beaten into total submission, Zhu Dapang had to swallow his bitter medicine in silence, obediently transferring five thousand yuan to Zhang Ting.
"Ding! Five thousand yuan received in Agricultural Bank account!!"
Under Zhao Dachuan's overwhelming coercion, Zhu Dapang promptly transferred the mental distress compensation to Zhang Ting.
Only then did Zhao Dachuan kick Zhu Dapang aside in satisfaction and issue an order to clear the premises:
"Get the hell out of here, all of you!!"
"Zhu Dapang! If I ever catch you bullying my Sister Ting again, I swear I'll beat you until even your own parents won't recognize you!"
Startled, Zhu Dapang fled like a stray dog, terrified that Zhao Dachuan might change his mind and come back to dish out another round of beatings.
Watching Zhao Dachuan handle the situation with such methodical clarity and decisive authority, Zhang Ting could no longer contain her curiosity and asked:
"Zhao Dachuan! Have you gotten smart? You're not an idiot anymore?!"