I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

A van drove into the factory.

Several sturdy young men with big arms got out of the car and took out a large sack from the trunk.

“Boss, we’ve got him.”

One of the men spoke to a tall man who’d been waiting in the factory for quite some time.

The man they called ‘Boss’ was almost 1.9 meters tall. He was a ruffian with long hair.

“Nice job.” Crow praised his men with that signature ‘gangster’ voice, before turning to the wealthy middle-aged man next to him.

“Mr. Shen, I’ve brought you the goods. Please hand over our payment.”

“Do you think I don’t have your money? Let me see this person first,” Shen Kang said.

“Of course.” Crow pointed to his men and ordered them, “Open the bag and let the boss get a good look.”

They immediately followed his orders and untied the rope.

An unconscious Yan Guishan soon appeared in everyone's field of view.

“You, b***h! Is this him?!” Shen Kang pulled the pale-faced Mrs. Shen to Yan Guishan's side, wanting to confirm.

“Yes, it's him.” Mrs. Shen nodded nervously.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, huh? He looks strong, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Shen Kang asked through gritted teeth.

Mrs. Shen didn't dare to say a word, lowering her head and not daring to breathe.

“Why’s he unconscious?! Wake him up, I have to deal with him in a sober state. Otherwise, I’ll never get to vent my rage!” Shen Kang angrily commanded.

Crow’s men immediately grabbed a bottle and poured its contents on a wet piece of cloth.

They used drugs to silence him.

As such, waking him up would also require drugs.

But before they could wake him themselves, Yan Guishan suddenly opened his eyes.

“Ah!” One of Crow’s men was so startled he nearly fell backward.

At the same time, in a place where no one could see, a certain someone had snuck in, watching.

‘So he did pretend to get kidnapped. How else would such a major character fall to a minor character such as them?’

Yan Guishan got up and looked around with a sneer.

He thought it was some enemy he’d provoked while he was abroad, so he pretended to be unconscious to get a good look at who was behind everything.

However, the more he looked, the more he was convinced that they were nothing more than small fry.

About 20 people, but from Yan Guishan’s point of view, he only saw 20 ants.

“Useless! He’s by himself, so get it together!” Crow was incredibly frustrated by his minion’s fright that he smacked him in the face and scolded him.

“Crow, hurry up and tell them to apprehend him. Then, chop him up for me!” Shen Kang stared angrily at Yan Guishan.

“Rest assured, President Shen, he can't run,” Crow responded. He then gestured to one of his monions.

From his point of view, Yan Guishan was alone and hardly worth any attention. As such, a minion should’ve sufficed-

He was wrong.

His strongest minion was on the ground after just one punch, unable to stand.

“Go, all of you, go!” Crow panicked a bit, as he shouted to the rest of his men.

A fight broke out in the factory, but in less than 20 minutes, more than 20 of his men fell to the ground, with either broken feet or broken hands.

Their miserable screams echoed throughout the building…

“Factory No. 1, Factory No. 1, come here!” Crow took off a communicator from one of his minions, shouting into it.

Yan Guishan didn’t stop him. He can call all the people he wants.

He was in a filthy mood because of his health issues.

He’d originally put his hopes on Smith, but who’d have thought that the b*****d would run away with the whole team?

He was in a very bad mood, and 20 people were hardly enough to quench it.

So if Crow wanted to call in more punching bags, he was welcome to.

The sound of footsteps soon filled the area.

About 70 or 80 of Crow’s men rushed into Factory No. 1 with steel pipes, sticks, and knives.

And as time went on, more and more people came. Fortunately, the factory was large enough to accommodate everyone.

Yan Guishan ran headfirst into the crowd with nothing but his bare hands, rampaging.

Everywhere he went, a miserable cry could be heard.

Like a wolf among a flock of sheep, he was unstoppable.

In less than ten minutes, the floor was full of people.

“Feel free to call some more.” Yan Guishan wasn’t quite satisfied just yet.

Crow's bronze face was as pale as white paper with fright.

He’d never expected this job to be this difficult.

His men swarmed him, and yet none were his match.

‘This man is horrible!’

“Crow, where are your men?! Hurry up and call someone!” Shen Kang looked just as bad as he did.

Crow’s face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

Though he claimed to have hundreds of men at his disposal, most of them were greenhorns. Aside from those, most of them were here.

Just 100… and all of them had been beaten by just Yan Guishan alone, to the point of being practically – if not actually – being crippled.

‘Bravo! Bravo!’

Wang Haoran saw everything from afar, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the scene.

He made a bet with Zuoqiu Chenyu that he’d take over Crow’s territory.

But now, he didn’t even have to lift a finger. Yan Guishan had already done everything for him!

Yan Guishan’s heavy hands made short work of Crow’s minions, as he broke off their hands and feet like lotus roots.

Their limbs would probably never heal properly, and – even if they did – it would take a very long time.

Crow had become a nobody in no time at all.

And going by the latter’s arrogance, he must’ve offended a rather large number of people.

With his minions gone, there’ll be plenty of people who’ll be sure to settle accounts with him.

Wang Haoran then turned his attention back to Yan Guishan.

Crow can’t do anything.

And Yan Guishan is being too cool for his own good; he must be punished.

With that in mind, Wang Haoran took out a few needles and quietly approached…