My Perfect Female CEO

"We’ve been tricked, you should be surrounded. Good luck."

"If you get caught, you know what to say and what not to say."

"I won’t emphasize on the unnecessary, you understand."

Cheng Mu’s voice echoed in Wu Dayong’s ears, carrying an unprecedented chill and threat.

Wu Dayong heard these words, and his head felt like it was exploding.

His mind was shaken, his liver and gall felt like they were about to burst.

Thinking of his elderly mother, Wu Dayong’s heart twisted like a knife.

If he disclosed the secrets, his mother’s fate would be worrying.

Even though, after stepping on this path of no return, he had anticipated this day.

What surprised him was how quickly this day came.

"Escape, I must get out, otherwise, I’m doomed, and I’ll drag my mother into this deadly abyss." As soon as this thought emerged, a look of madness surged in Wu Dayong’s expression.

Wu Dayong looked ahead, ready to break for escape, when he noticed Yang Shu and Qian Weiguo’s figures seemed unusual, only a dozen steps away, with four piercing eyes fixed on him.

His feet ready for forceful escape seemed to lose strength, lacking confidence.

A skilled person’s first move reveals the depth of their prowess.

Wu Dayong prided himself on his exceptional strength, but in front of Yang Shu and Qian Weiguo, he lacked even the courage to flee.

Though he didn’t know Yang Shu and the others, with keen observation and intuition, he already understood that Yang Shu and Qian Weiguo had blocked his path forward.

The way forward was blocked, he could only try the way back.

"It’s over, it’s over." Just as Wu Dayong turned around to escape backward, Zhao Gongming sighed like this, closing his eyes helplessly.

At this moment, Wu Dayong saw Zhang Lu and Li Tong’s figures.

As the strong ones of the action group, Wu Dayong and others naturally knew Zhang Lu and Li Tong.

"It’s over." Wu Dayong smiled bitterly, also uttering such a sigh.

His path forward was blocked, as was his path back, Wu Dayong was already at a dead end.

"Wu Dayong, surrender, don’t make meaningless struggles, save yourself from unnecessary suffering." Zhang Lu urged.

"You want me to surrender? Dream on." Wu Dayong snorted coldly, smiling helplessly, "Quite an honor, deploying four strong ones to deal with me, really overestimating me."

"Haha, you really overestimate yourself, you’re not worth us mobilizing such forces, how could a little figure like you attract such attention?" Li Tong mocked.

"You..." Wu Dayong choked, his face changed dramatically, not knowing what to say, he adjusted his emotions and said, "If you have the guts, bring it on."

"Ignorant." Li Tong sneered.

She harbored personal grievances against Wu Dayong. Her closest partner, Song Ziya, had died at the hands of Wu Dayong and Transforming Mouse.

Apart from professional matters, this private grudge naturally counted against Wu Dayong.

Li Tong was already worried about not finding a chance to fiercely beat Wu Dayong, but since Wu Dayong was asking for it, Li Tong wasn’t going to be polite.

Li Tong’s figure darted, fists overlapping, her steps sharp.

With the momentum of thunder, she rushed at Wu Dayong.

Zhang Lu, Yang Shu, and Qian Weiguo did not remain idle. They had to quickly capture Wu Dayong; this was near the supermarket storage lockers, and they couldn’t allow Wu Dayong to spread any negative impact.

What if Wu Dayong took hostages? So, they had to subdue Wu Dayong swiftly to ensure no trouble.

Otherwise, if Wu Dayong caused a commotion, the impact would be too harmful.

Four against one.

Wu Dayong was in dire straits, unable to even put up effective resistance, constantly crying out in misery.

"Four against one, do you have no shame? What kind of heroes are you?" Wu Dayong protested, face darkened.

"I’m not a pure man, heroes have nothing to do with us." Li Tong sneered, "This isn’t a one-on-one arena match. You expect fairness? Are you out of your mind? What are you thinking?"

"..." Wu Dayong nearly fainted with anger.

He wasn’t a match for any of the four and, stimulated and ridiculed repeatedly by Li Tong, his wrath was so intense that he almost died from anger.

His antagonistic behavior was naturally a ploy to seek chances for escape.

But Li Tong and the others gave him not a single opportunity.

Instead, they infuriated him further.

"Bang!" A dull thud sounded.

Li Tong’s fierce kick hit Wu Dayong.

Wu Dayong’s body flew out like a missile, crashing into the iron storage locker.

Accompanied by the locker’s trembling and collapse, Wu Dayong wailed and fell to the ground.

"Bullying the weak with numbers, despicable scoundrels, not the acts of heroes." Wu Dayong cursed in anger.

Having lost all fighting power, he could only vent his dissatisfaction and anger this way.

"If it weren’t for you still having value, I’d have destroyed you already." Li Tong said viciously.

Seeing Wu Dayong about to speak, Li Tong stomped on Wu Dayong, subduing him roughly.

Wu Dayong cursed vilely, never stopping his angry tirade.

But under Li Tong’s iron fist, he obediently shut his mouth.

"Zhao Gongming, Captain Zhao, didn’t expect us to meet this way, did you?" Zhang Lu approached Zhao Gongming, speaking solemnly.

Zhao Gongming kept his eyes half closed the whole time, sitting motionless.

Not moving because he felt a shame strong enough to die, face utterly disgraced.

He closed his eyes, avoiding the piercing looks from Zhang Lu and the others.

Yet he couldn’t help but sneak peeks at Zhang Lu and Li Tong and the others.

Until Wu Dayong was subdued, Zhang Lu approached him, he then tightly closed his eyes, listening to Zhang Lu’s words, he said, ashamed enough to die, "I didn’t expect, I truly didn’t expect to end up like this today."

"Captain Zhao, won’t even open your eyes? Can’t even look me in the face?" Zhang Lu questioned bluntly.

"A prisoner, can’t face anyone, dares not to present such a repulsive appearance or identity." Zhao Gongming wished to find a hole to crawl into, wished he had no consciousness, to escape moral conscience’s punishment and interrogation.

"Looking at you like this, you still have some conscience left, not all of your humanity and morals have been devoured by dogs. If not at a dead-end, there is still a chance to turn back." Zhang Lu objectively commented.

It was this single rational sentence that brought tears to Zhao Gongming’s eyes.

"Too late, it’s too late."

"Regretting never helps, regretting never helps."

Zhao Gongming, head bowed, burdened with endless depression and shame, shed old tears.