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Chapter 701 - 690: Making Up His Mind (Part 3)
Liu Yunpeng’s eyes, full of anger, stared at the guard at the gate who didn’t dare to meet his gaze. He gestured with his right hand behind his back for his companion to quickly go into the guard room to inform Huang Yong, knowing that the person in front of them was not someone they could handle.
Upon hearing the movement behind him, he hurriedly stepped forward to explain appeasingly, "Young master, you must be terribly mistaken. You see, originally, all you needed was a pass signed by President Liu to leave. But ever since what happened with Miss Li last time, Brother Yong gave us a harsh lesson and repeatedly warned us that from now on, no one can leave without reporting to him. So, we really have no choice!"
The underling’s face was squeezed into a sour expression, but Liu Yunpeng didn’t care in the slightest, "What did you say? Damn it, did I hear you wrong? Hey, you in the back, if you dare to reach for that hand-held radio on the table, believe me, I’ll get out of the car and break your hand right now." The two subordinates thought they were cooperating seamlessly, but little did they know, Liu Yunpeng was well-prepared today. While he appeared to be focused on listening to the front guard’s explanation, his attention was actually fixed on the guy stealthily moving into the room behind him.
Liu Yunpeng lifted his shirt and drew a short blade from the sheath at his waist. The glaring knife instantly struck fear into the hearts of the subordinates, who dared not say another word. They quickly stepped back, raising their trembling hands, "Young master, please...please stay calm, I haven’t done anything. Please understand, these are orders from above, there’s nothing we can do about it!"
"Orders from above, my ass! I bet it’s just regulations set by Huang Yong himself. You guys really take the cake, don’t you? Have you all forgotten who the real boss of this factory is?" Liu Yunpeng intentionally emphasized his father’s position, preparing for what he was about to do: "What are you all standing there for? Open the gate for me! What? Do I have to get out and open it myself?" In fact, even as Liu Yunpeng said this, he wasn’t very confident, knowing full well that his departure was unauthorized. In other words, if they insisted on not opening the gate, there was really nothing he could do.
Perhaps just use the knife on them? Don’t be ridiculous, that was just a tactic he thought of in desperation to scare them, hoping the threat would force them to back down and open the factory gate to save their own lives.
"Young master, the way you’re talking, you know we can’t let you open the gate yourself, but these rules...we’re really in a tough spot!" While Liu Yunpeng’s knife was indeed daunting, the repercussions from Huang Yong were equally frightening. The two guards felt like they were caught between two merging walls, at risk of being crushed at any moment.
Now it was Liu Yunpeng’s turn to feel tense. He hadn’t anticipated his seemingly foolproof intimidation tactic would fail. The two guards were clearly not intimidated.
This is bad. If he couldn’t leave the factory in time, it would inevitably alarm Huang Yong upstairs, or even Liu Fugui.
If such a thing happened, today could really end disastrously.
Liu Fugui would certainly not condone his actions, and Liu Yunpeng understood that he was playing with fire. However, even if he regretted it, he had no way out now.
He had no choice but to fight it out. Liu Yunpeng hardened his heart, pointed the knife at the guard, and said, "Alright, you guys have guts. It seems this factory is now under Huang’s control, is it? Fine! I’ll remember this, but I’m telling you, I don’t believe this bullshit. I have President Liu’s personal pass, and I still can’t leave? I’ll ask you one last time, are you opening the gate or not? If not, don’t blame me for being rude." Liu Yunpeng shifted into reverse and backed the car up a few meters, making it clear, even to a fool, that he intended to ram the gate to leave.
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, the two guards were at their wits’ end. To them, rules no longer mattered. If Liu Yunpeng got heated and forced his way by ramming the gate, the outcome would mean the end for both of them.
"Quick, quick, what are you standing there for? Hurry and open the gate for the young master." The front guard was panicking, like an ant on a hot pan. He waved to his still motionless companion to open the gate, while at the same time trying to calm the seemingly impulsive Liu Yunpeng, "Young master, don’t worry, just one minute, just one minute, we’ll open the gate now!"
"Damn, that’s more like it. Hurry up, if you delay my matters, you’ll bear all the consequences!" Liu Yunpeng pressed on, fearing they might change their minds.
He Lei stood at the window watching as the BMW car vanished in a cloud of dust, feeling a wave of relief. It had been a long time since he experienced such tension and excitement. Even when he used to go out to fight for territory, it hadn’t been as nerve-wracking as today. At least Liu Yunpeng, the useless guy, didn’t disappoint in getting out of the factory safely.
He Lei drew another cigarette, lighting up once more. He couldn’t keep track of how many he’d had this morning, but the ashtray filled with cigarette butts and the smoke-filled air in the room clearly indicated how he used cigarettes to relieve his anxiety.
Once the cigarette burned out and his nerves calmed, He Lei immediately retrieved the hand-held radio left by Liu Yunpeng from the drawer and prepared to contact the guys outside to inform them that Liu Yunpeng had successfully left the factory and to instruct them to make preparations for his reception.
If possible, it would be best to send a team to meet him, to prevent Liu Yunpeng from getting lost due to unfamiliarity with the roads.
After leaving the factory, Liu Yunpeng no longer felt his previous anxiety. He was completely immersed in the thrill of speed brought by the BMW sports car. The empty country road, with no obstacles or collapsed societal structures, meant there were no worries of police interference.
All that remained was the exhilarating experience of speed—30 mph, 40 mph, 60 mph, 80 mph. Liu Yunpeng recklessly floored the gas pedal as if he intended to fully unleash the car’s potential. However, he wasn’t aware that just five minutes after he left the factory, Huang Yong’s informant was already knocking on their master’s door, ready to report everything that had happened at the gate. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit qidian.com to vote for it, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)