"Black Bull will be expelled! Regarding all your illegal actions! The company will send someone to investigate and then send it to the relevant departments!" After Zhong Zunshi finished announcing, he turned to Kong Xiuyao. "Sir, what do you think of this handling method?"
Without waiting for Kong Xiuyao's reply, Black Bull interrupted, "Thank you for letting me off! I will definitely cooperate with the company!"
Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Kong Xiuyao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "In that case, let's do it this way. You have to compensate Old Shen for his house. In the future, you are not allowed to appear anywhere Wonda develops. Do you understand?"
"Understood! Understood!" The Black Bull nodded vigorously.
As if afraid that Kong Xiuyao would regret it, he quickly asked his underling to carry the injured Song Ding to the van and ran away with his tail between his legs, leaving the Village Chief standing there awkwardly.
The villagers erupted in cheers!
"Yo-ho! The God of Plague has finally left! It's all thanks to Little Kong!"
"Little Kong, you're simply our village's lucky star! You're much more useful than that freeloading Village Chief!"
"I'm going to vote for Little Kong the next time we choose a new Village Chief and make that crippled Village Chief step down. He doesn't care about anything but taking advantage of us!"
"All of you are short-sighted. The kid from the Kong Family is already such a big official, how can he want to be a small Village Chief? Let Little Shen be the Village Chief. It just so happens that he has nowhere to stay. The Village Council is much more comfortable than our house!"
"Hahahaha, I think so too! Let Little Shen be the leader. The two of them will definitely be able to run Pingxu Village better!"
The villagers surrounded their hero and even carried him to the position of the Village Chief, leaving the real Village Chief to the side. He was so embarrassed that his face was red and white. He could neither leave nor stay. He was just a real clown!
"Alright!" Kong Xiuyao saw the sun setting in the west and stopped the villagers' enthusiasm. "Thank you for your kindness, everyone. We'll talk about the Village Chief later. It's getting late, so let's go back first. We'll talk tomorrow!"
Ever since they saw Shen Feishang in the morning, they had eaten, gone to the hospital, looked for Wang Jianglin, and returned to the village to confront Song Ding. After a long day, they were already exhausted. Now, they just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.
The villagers had seen most of the commotion and witnessed Kong Xiuyao's might. They dispersed in twos and threes.
Soon, only Kong Xiuyao and the others were left.
Zhong Zunshi reported respectfully, "Sir, I'll send you back first. Then, I'll go back and explain the situation to President Wang and arrange for someone to deal with the Black Bull."
"No need." Kong Xiuyao shook his head. "My house isn't far from here. You can go back first. Don't delay serious matters."
"Then… alright." Zhong Zunshi listened to his arrangements and greeted Qiu Lingruo and Shen Feishang before driving away.
The sun was setting, lengthening their shadows. The weary birds returned to their nests, and the returning villagers started cooking. Smoke curled from the chimneys of every house, and the aroma of food wafted in the air.
Shen Feishang looked at his unrecognizable home in silence and sighed helplessly.
Kong Xiuyao placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you regret your decision just now? If you still want to beat up Song Ding to vent your anger, I'll immediately get someone to catch him for you! If you kill him, I'll help you carry him to the back of the mountain!"
"Stop fooling around!" Shen Feishang laughed. "New boss, if you kill Song Ding, will you compensate me for my house? Let's walk back to your house. I'll stay at your house during this period!"
"Don't call me boss. It sounds like a rebellion." Kong Xiuyao was relieved to see Shen Feishang finally smile. He changed the topic and said, "Aren't you worried that they will take revenge on you?"
Shen Feishang did not see the seriousness in Kong Xiuyao's eyes. He thought that he was joking and replied jokingly, "What am I afraid of? Will anyone dare to bully me with a Wonda executive like you here? Alright, let's talk when we get home. I'm starving!"
"That's right, Xiuyao. If there's anything, let's go back first. I'm almost hungry!" Qiu Lingruo said coquettishly. Her exercise today was probably the most among everyone, and her stomach was already protesting.
Kong Xiuyao could not dissuade them, so he brought them home first.
Fifteen minutes later, the three of them stood in front of Kong Xiuyao's house. There was no imagined lively atmosphere. The big yellow dog was still lying leisurely at the door, basking in the sun.
At this moment, there was a sizzling sound in the kitchen, followed by white smoke coming out of the chimney. The big yellow dog got up from the ground and rushed into the kitchen with its tail wagging.
"We came back just in time. Auntie is cooking!" Shen Feishang pushed open the door and walked straight into the kitchen to help.
Qiu Lingruo looked around vigilantly and pulled Kong Xiuyao, who was about to enter the door, and said, "When the villagers surrounded you just now, I saw a few villagers staying and coming in the direction of home. But the door was very clean, and there were no signs of anyone coming."
"It should be your 45th Senior Brother's men who chased them away. Your 45th Senior Brother learned assassination and is best at hiding in the dark," Kong Xiuyao said indifferently.
Previously, when he was at Yongmen Mountain, his parents' safety was protected by a few disciples. However, the Mafia was too ostentatious and would easily arouse suspicion. Therefore, he handed the responsibility to his 45th disciple.
Even though the men under him were very good at hiding and had almost become one with their surroundings, it would still be a piece of cake if Kong Xiuyao wanted to find them.
Qiu Lingruo's eyes immediately showed admiration and love. She shook Kong Xiuyao's arm and said coquettishly, "Master, you're so powerful! Assassination is so cool! Teach me sometime!"
"Nonsense." Kong Xiuyao rolled his eyes at her. "It's already an exception to teach you additional grappling techniques. If I teach you anymore, believe it or not, the people kneeling at the door tomorrow will all be your senior brothers and sisters!"
They would all be begging Kong Xiuyao to teach them another ultimate technique.
Kong Xiuyao had taught his disciples for ten years on the mountain. Now, his head hurt just thinking about teaching. Did Qiu Lingruo want to learn something else? Did she want to tire him to death?
"Alright… I appreciate Master's kindness. Master is the best master in the world!" Qiu Lingruo pouted.
"Then try your best to be the best disciple in the world. Coincidentally, I have a mission for you tonight." Kong Xiuyao said, "Previously, you investigated that Song Ding has a government official as his backer. That relative who is the deputy director. Dig out all his illegal actions tonight and hand them over to your senior brother who works at the Discipline Inspection Commission. He knows what to do."
Qiu Lingruo asked in confusion, "Song Ding has already been beaten to a pulp. Are you still worried that he won't behave?"
She felt that even if Song Ding was given ten times the courage, he would not dare to come again unless he wanted to die!
Kong Xiuyao looked up at the village entrance with a deep gaze and muttered, "You don't understand. If Old Shen hadn't spoken today, I wouldn't have given them a chance to walk out of Pingxu Village. After all, people like the Black Bull will definitely take revenge!"