Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  The fat man's wine bottle smashed onto Yang Zongbao's forehead, shattering into two pieces.

  Yang Zongbao felt that shards of glass from a wine bottle had entered the top of his head. Warm blood flowed into Yang Zongbao's eyes, stinging them and forcing him to temporarily close one eye.

  Before he could make a move, Bao Guo lifted up the tea table and smashed it onto Pangzi's body.

  The wine spilled all over the floor with a "ping ping pang pang" sound.

  The fat man was beaten and rolled on the ground, wailing, while the woman's shrill cries rose and fell.

  The music downstairs continued, and the crowd was crazily rubbing against each other's bodies. What men, what women, they're all not human here.

  Even if someone finds out about the commotion upstairs, they won't say anything. It's too normal in a bar like this.

  Fighting over women, fighting over seats, every day in every bar there are some violent incidents, basically not a big deal. As long as it's not too serious, even the security guards won't bother to give you a second glance.

  But this time it was their boss who got beaten, and at first no one recognized him. After he came out, the bouncers in the bar swarmed up. Fortunately, the stairs were relatively narrow, so Yang Zongbao stood on the stairs, kicking one person with each foot, two people with both feet. Yang Zongbao's principle was to use his feet as much as possible and avoid using his hands, after all, his arms couldn't compete with their legs.

  The people below can't come up, and the people above are being beaten by Bao Guo's national protection.

  I didn't expect Bao Guo to be so fierce, every punch landed accurately without missing. This kid has made great progress in the past few years, even he himself can't withstand his own punches. The fat guy has become a sandbag with a reputation. The white-haired man is not enough for Bao Guo to fill his teeth gap. The muscles trained in the gym are no match for Bao Guo's long-term actual combat experience. They are not on the same level at all.

  But Yang Zongbao's strength was limited, even if he had just eaten a bowl of noodles and his stomach felt a little better, but he couldn't hold out for a day with just one bowl of noodles. He soon became a bit breathless.

  "Brother Bao, you beat him up pretty badly. This guy's mouth is really stinky. Do you want to try it out?" Baoguo fixed those three and then stood guard at the staircase with Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao walked up to them with a sly smile: "A loose tongue can get you into trouble, you know."

  One hand picked up the white-haired man's ponytail: "You're a good man, why do you like premature aging so much? Why don't I help you achieve a Mediterranean look ahead of time? That's this man's trademark."

  Yang Zongbao finished speaking, took out a surgical blade from his pocket and started shaving the white-haired man's head into a Kappa hairstyle. During this process, the man tried to resist but Yang Zongbao applied some force, cutting through his scalp and blood flowed down immediately, so the guy didn't dare move anymore.

  "And you, what's good about you when I'm nothing?" Yang Zongbao said as he turned to Luo Chong after releasing the white-haired man.

  "You, don't come over here. You'd better be careful, I'll get revenge for this grudge."

  There aren't enough lives for all the begging for mercy.

  Yang Zongbao didn't hold back and stepped on Luo Chong's thing with one foot. With a slight exertion of force, Luo Chong let out a pig-like scream.

  Bang...

  Yang Zongbao raised the wine bottle in his right hand and gave it to the fat man who was rushing over, as a return gift. The revenge that should have been taken has been taken. Yang Zongbao lit a cigarette, not bad, quite flavorful.

  "I said protect the country, this son of a gun, you're also staying for so long? Want me to settle it early."

  "Haha, Brother Bao, there are many people who don't know their place these days."

  "Let's go." Yang Zongbao was also tired. He started going down the stairs. The people behind who were going up the stairs unconsciously parted to either side, letting them through.

  "Brother Bao, sorry about this, I didn't know it was going to be like this." Baoguo felt a bit embarrassed after leaving the bar.

  "There's nothing wrong with it, but where did you learn your skills from? Not bad, some improvement." Yang Zongbao dodged the question.

  "Haha, after all these years of hanging out on the road, I've got some decent kung fu skills. But Brother Bao, you're not bad yourself."

  "Is that kid in trouble today?"

  Yang Zongbao means their actions tonight are a bit too much.

  "He's got some secrets." Bao Guo said with certainty: "That kid has an unknown background, and usually doesn't reveal what he's thinking. His two friends have never been seen before. It seems like they just moved here recently. But now that I think about it, I've only known this kid for a year."

  "Oh, there are more people coming this year."

  "Yeah, it seems like there are suddenly a lot more people."

  "Go take a look." Yang Zongbao said and extinguished his cigarette butt, looking for a trash can everywhere.

  "Alas." Baoguo was told that he didn't only feel unhappy, but instead felt very happy, and walked away excitedly.

  After seeing Bao Guo walk away, Yang Zongbao returned to "Dupo" bar.

  The people inside were shocked to see Yang Zongbao enter again, thinking that this man must be sick.

  "Hey, what are you doing here? Want to kneel down and beg for mercy? Too late." Luo Chong was still tending to his wounds, but a crowd had already gathered around, with many onlookers and a strong presence.

  "I didn't plan to." Yang Zongbao looked around, trying to find something suitable, but the resources in this bar were extremely scarce, and apart from wine bottles, there was nothing else. Forget it, a wine bottle would have to do. As someone who preferred using sticks, beating people without seeing blood was his style; wine bottles always ended up making a bloody mess, how dirty.

  "With so many of us, what else do you want to do?" Luo Chong smiled and looked at Yang Zongbao.

  "Beat you, beat you until you don't bother me." Yang Zongbao's thinking is still quite simple. He doesn't have enough background, so he can only stick to this approach. To avoid being disturbed by the other party all the time, it's better for him to pester them instead.

  "You're really funny." White-haired Mediterranean glared at Yang Zongbao with hatred, looking like he wanted to eat him alive.

  "Cut the crap." Yang Zongbao rushed up. Normally, he didn't seem to have much muscle mass, mainly because the muscles developed in a gym and those developed through actual combat are different. The former focuses more on visual aesthetics, while the latter is for practical use. A very obvious example is that migrant workers will never have a good-looking physique from working out in a gym.

  Before long, Yang Zongbao was thrown out with injuries all over his body.

  "Which place is cooler and more comfortable to stay?"

  After spitting a mouthful of saliva at Yang Zongbao, he turned around and left, ignoring him completely.

  Yang Zongbao lay on the ground, secretly laughing to himself. It had been a long time since he'd exerted himself like this, and it was a long time since he'd done something that made him feel so battered and bruised. It was as if he'd returned to his childhood days, when he used to defend himself in the mental hospital by taking the initiative to get beaten up over and over again. He did this until the other person was absolutely convinced that he was a vicious dog, and wouldn't bother him anymore. All of this ultimately came down to his own lack of strength; if he were strong enough, no one would have dared to treat him like this. The sorrow of being weak!

  A cool feeling rose to his face, and Yang Zongbao turned his head to see that Bao Guo was crouching beside him.

  He took the beer and struggled to sit up. The beer went down his throat, choking him badly. He coughed out a large amount of thick phlegm that had been stuck in his throat earlier.

  "Not yet," Yang Zongbao said firmly.

  "Hmm, let's see how you perform." Baoguo said with a wicked heart.

  "Hehe, you have to pay." Yang Zongbao glanced at his childhood friend sideways, thinking that he didn't know how to help just now.

  "Don't look at me like that, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I think it's too embarrassing."

  Yang Zongbao's face cracked, his injured mouth twitching.

  "Alright, no misunderstanding now it's my turn."

  Bao Guo finished his last beer, crushed the can and threw it in a beautiful arc as he walked out.

  "It's really about hygiene." Yang Zongbao struggled to get up, his whole body creaking like an old 28 bicycle, making people's ears ache.

  Enduring the pain, he found a trash can and threw the beer cans on the ground into it. These bastards aren't ruthless enough, looking battered on the surface but actually not breaking a single bone. He didn't know if he was lucky or they were incompetent, anyway Yang Zongbao felt okay himself.

  Sat down somewhere casually, lit a cigarette, and waited.

  Ten minutes passed and Bao Guo still hadn't come out of the bar across the street. This kid can really drink. Yang Zongbao lit another cigarette, ten more minutes passed. Still no sign of him coming out.

  When Yang Zongbao was about to go in, Bao Guo was thrown out. He was also trampled on several times.

  "Hey, got beaten up?" Yang Zongbao handed a cigarette to Bao Guo. The guy was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, with not a single intact spot on his lips. The cigarette that was stuffed in had turned entirely red in an instant.

  "What a loss of face." Baoguo lay on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out.

  "It's a bit embarrassing." Yang Zongbao kicked the corpse of Bao Guo on the ground with his foot: "Get up, and accompany me to go in again."

  "Can I bring my little brother along?"

  "No."

  That night, two people covered in blood were seen bursting into a slow bar called "Dù Pí" multiple times. In the end, they were thrown out and taken away by 120 after being beaten by passersby.

  Yang Zongbao broke several ribs this time and was sent to the provincial hospital. Everyone in the emergency room looked a bit familiar. Whenever they saw Yang Zongbao, they couldn't help but whisper to each other. Because his hand had been chopped and the bleeding wouldn't stop, it was Yang Zongbao himself who tightened his upper arm to stop the bleeding. Now he is being rushed to the operating room for suturing.

  The national team's skin is thick and rough, but the spleen has ruptured, it's also a tragic hero. Needs to be sent to the operating room for splenectomy.

  Yang Zongbao lay in the operating room, sighing that life is indeed unpredictable. Earlier, he still had the energy to sympathize with patients, but now who would sympathize with him?

  "Hey, skipping work and running around outside has gotten you a body full of injuries, great look."

  Yang Zongbao had a headache, how did this little bastard Zhou Yi appear?

  "Uh, a bit of friction." Yang Zongbao answered truthfully, leaving Zhou Yi speechless.

  Yang Zongbao lay on the operating table with a calm and composed expression, making Zhou Yi want to flay him alive.

  Tonight's on-duty doctor is Li Ze, the deputy director. Fortunately, Bao Guo has something to do on his side, and Yang Zongbao doesn't have to meet that person either, so as not to have another unpleasant encounter. But Zhou Yi doesn't know what got into him, running over to work.

  "What kind of anesthesia are you doing?" Zhou Yi asked disdainfully.

  Yang Zongbao looked at Zhou Yi with a strange expression: "You're an anesthesiologist, you decide."

  "You..." Zhou Yi felt very indignant. Obviously his own teacher was now taking it out on him, clearly resentful of the difficulties he had caused for himself.

  "You may have misunderstood." Yang Zongbao saw Zhou Yi's face full of resentment and rarely had a good mood to explain. Mainly because his arm hurt too much, he needed to shift his attention, lest a big man yell in pain, that would be embarrassing.

  "Don't always think of yourself as a student, you're a graduate student, after all, you've learned everything. What you lack now is just practice. You are my anesthesiologist now, what do you say? Are we going to ask the patient how he wants it done? This is your domain, you call the shots. Everything related to anesthesia in this operating room, your word goes."

  After listening to Yang Zongbao's explanation, Zhou Yi suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not so despicable after all. Had he been wrong about him all along?