Worthless scum

Wang Gang's gaze swept across the grand dining table, where the head of the security team lounged like a self-proclaimed emperor. Two young women, barely clad, perched on his lap, their expressions a mixture of reluctance and silent resignation. His coarse hands roamed freely over their bodies, while they dared not resist.

Beneath his boots lay the battered and humiliated vice principal, his face swollen and bloodied, one eye puffed shut like a grotesque peach. Around the table sat three more uniformed guards, each embracing a young woman, all stripped of dignity and decency.

The previous night, the vice principal had dined here, entertained by the security captain. Then the outbreak struck, trapping them all inside. At first, the captain had maintained his facade of servility, but once he realized the world had collapsed into chaos, he revealed his true nature. With savage delight, he beat the vice principal senseless, years of pent-up resentment unleashed in a storm of violence. No longer was he a mere subordinate—he was now the ruler of these four floors.

He slaughtered those who dared resist and enslaved those who submitted, fashioning himself into a warlord of this new lawless era. His loyal guards became his enforcers, ensuring his every whim was met with unquestioning obedience.

Now, as Wang Gang and his group stormed in, toppling two of his men with ease, the security captain's brows knitted together in irritation. The other guards stiffened, their eyes darkening with menace. One of them, rolling up his sleeves, sneered at the intruders.

"Where do you little bastards think you are, barging in like this?" he spat.

Before anyone could respond, another guard emerged from the corridor, addressing the captain. "Boss, I've placed the braised pork outside the storeroom. That teacher, Jiang, will smell it and come out for sure."

He then glanced at the newcomers, momentarily puzzled by their presence.

The night before, when the security captain had begun his reign of terror, Jiang Xue had fled in fear, barricading herself inside the storeroom. Though he could have broken in with ease, he chose not to—he relished the idea of her surrendering willingly. Deprived of food all day, she would eventually cave, lured by the scent of warm meat.

"Good," the captain nodded approvingly.

Hearing Jiang's name, Wang Gang's eyes narrowed. Could they be referring to Jiang Xue, their database instructor? If so, he had to act.

"Is the Jiang you're talking about Jiang Xue? Does she teach at the School of Management?" Wang Gang asked.

The captain's gaze shifted to him. "Oh? So you're her student?"

"That's right! Where is she? What have you done to her?"

The captain let out a cruel chuckle. "Well, well. You actually have the audacity to harbor feelings for my woman? Seems like you've grown tired of living." He snapped his fingers, then turned to one of his men. "Bai Chunjie, gouge out his eyes, cut out his tongue, and lop off his ears."

He tossed a fruit knife onto the table, as casually as if he were ordering a meal. To him, mutilating a man was no more significant than slicing a piece of fruit.

Jiang Xue was one of the most coveted beauties of Lubei Industrial University. Countless faculty members and students alike had admired her from afar. The security captain had always loathed such infatuations. In the old world, he had been powerless to act, but now? Now, laws were nothing but whispers of a bygone era. Here, power dictated justice.

Bai Chunjie gave a firm nod and picked up the knife, striding menacingly toward Wang Gang. However, before Wang Gang could even move, Zhao Yong stepped forward.

With a swift motion, Zhao Yong seized Bai Chunjie's wrist and twisted it sharply. A sickening crack echoed through the room as Bai's wrist snapped like dry wood. A bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat, but it was cut short as Zhao Yong wrenched the knife from his grasp and plunged it into his thigh.

Bai Chunjie crumpled, writhing in agony. Before he could fully process his suffering, Zhao Yong delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed onto the dining table, sending dishes and bowls flying. Some clattered onto the table, others shattered against the floor. Bai Chunjie, however, lay motionless—unconscious from the sheer force of the blow.

The room fell deathly silent.

The security captain's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "A First-Tier Warrior…" he muttered, his tone laced with newfound wariness. He had not expected Zhao Yong to match his own rank.

Sensing an opportunity to ingratiate himself, Qi Hui stepped forward, puffing out his chest. "Ji Mingliang, hand over Teacher Jiang right now, or else our boss will make you regret it."

Ji Mingliang, the security captain, let out a derisive laugh. "A First-Tier Warrior? So what? I'm one too." With that, he grabbed a broken table leg and hurled it at Zhao Yong like a missile.

The wooden shard cut through the air with a sharp whistle, its velocity deadly.

Wang Gang, knowing Zhao Yong couldn't block it, shifted instantly. In the blink of an eye, he intercepted the projectile, catching it between two fingers as effortlessly as plucking a leaf from a branch.

Ji Mingliang's face drained of color.

A cold realization dawned upon him—Wang Gang was stronger. At least a Second-Tier Warrior. He was outmatched.

Panic surged through him, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the window, hoping to escape. But Wang Gang was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the broken table leg soaring back. It struck Ji Mingliang square in the back of the head with a dull, sickening thud.

Blood and brain matter splattered across the floor.

Ji Mingliang collapsed, lifeless.

Qi Hui swaggered over to the corpse and delivered two contemptuous kicks. "Hah! You actually thought you could challenge our boss? What a joke."

The remaining guards, witnessing their leader's gruesome demise, immediately dropped to their knees, trembling.

"Boss, please, spare us!" one of them pleaded.

"We'll do anything you say! Just let us live!" another whimpered.

The restaurant staff, too, knelt in submission, their fear palpable.

Wang Gang's expression remained impassive. "Throw these guards out," he ordered Zhao Yong.

Turning to the terrified women, he softened his tone. "Get dressed."

It wasn't long before the guards were cast out into the chaos of the outside world. Only the restaurant staff, chefs, and the beaten vice principal remained.

Wang Gang stepped toward the storeroom door and knocked lightly.

"Teacher Jiang, it's me—Wang Gang. You can come out now. Ji Mingliang won't bother you anymore."