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Huang Haoran smiled.
He looked down at the pitiful man on the ground—once a high-ranking supervisor, now kneeling at his feet, drooling and vomiting, his face pale like a dog gasping for breath under the scorching sun.
This man had once controlled his fate, had once humiliated him at will, had once believed he possessed all the power.
But now—
He was nothing.
The corners of Huang Haoran's mouth lifted slightly, his smile calm yet tinged with cruelty.
“No.”
“I will not put on the shoes.”
His tone was steady, yet carried an undeniable resolve.
“Because—these feet are meant to carry out justice.”
“I will reclaim everything I lost over the past twenty-six years!”
“I want you all to awaken and reflect thoroughly.”
As his words fell, everyone in the office held their breath.
Some people trembled and stepped back, others clasped their hands in frantic prayer, while some had already collapsed to the ground, shaking their heads in terror, their mouths moving but unable to produce a sound.
Because they saw—
Huang Haoran was moving.
His hand slowly bent down, reaching for his ankle.
His smile deepened, like a judgment about to descend.
He was going to take off his—sock.
“No, no, no, no, no—!”
“Don’t do that!!!”
“Huang Haoran, please stop!!!”
The employees in the office completely broke down, letting out terrified screams!
But—
It was too late.
A soft sound echoed through the office as the first sock fell.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!”
The scream resonated like a wail from hell, reverberating throughout the entire floor!
The supervisor's eyes widened in horror as an overpowering stench, a hundred times more intense than before, erupted like a devastating shockwave!
His sense of smell was instantly invaded, ravaged, and obliterated!
“Ughhhhh!!!”
He recoiled violently, but his nervous system had completely collapsed. His nostrils felt as if they were engulfed in flames, tears and mucus mingling on his face, which twisted into an unrecognizable shape!
“Ugh… ugh, disgusting…!”
He retched again, but this time, he could barely produce anything; his stomach was already empty, leaving only dry heaves!
His colleagues were even more incapacitated; some fainted outright, others knelt on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably. Some held their heads in despair, screaming as they tried to escape this nightmare!
But it wasn't over yet—
A second sock fell to the ground.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
"Ughhhhh—!!!!!!!"
"No—!!!!!!!"
This time, the entire office building plunged into chaos!
Inside the office, frantic cries, screams, retches, and howls intertwined to create a symphony of destruction!
Moreover—
It wasn't just this floor; the stench began to spread wildly through the central air conditioning ducts!
—On the eighteenth floor, a man sitting in the restroom smoking suddenly trembled all over, dropping his cigarette on the floor. He fell off the toilet and passed out!
—On the sixteenth floor, an employee struggling with constipation had yet to exert any effort when his eyes rolled back, foam spilling from his mouth as he collapsed like a dead fish in the restroom stall!
—On the twelfth floor, a group of Senior Management members drinking coffee in the break room felt their hands holding coffee cups begin to shake violently. Then, with a series of thuds, they fell to the ground, their faces pale and eyes unfocused!
On the first floor of the entire building, the security guard in the lobby was boredly scrolling through his phone when, in the next moment, his expression froze. It felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in his nostrils. Trembling, he took off his headphones and stared blankly at the ceiling. "What... what is this??"
In this twenty-story office building, everyone was inexplicably engulfed in an unprecedented confusion and pain!
It was simply... too foul!!!
This was not an ordinary stench; it transcended races and cultures, surpassing life and death, an ultimate foul odor!
This was judgment!
This was the breath of annihilation!
And at the center of it all—
Huang Haoran stood quietly in his office, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a calm demeanor.
He had finally found the meaning of his existence.
"Ahhh—!"
"Help!!!"
"I can't take it anymore! I really can't—!"
The wails rose and fell, intertwining into an indescribable song of disaster.
Someone collapsed on the ground, their hands gripping the floor tightly, nails embedded in the cracks of the tiles, unable to escape this stinking hell; someone curled up into a ball, pressing their hands firmly against their nose, but no matter how hard they resisted, the foul stench that transcended physical limits still penetrated through their palms, seeping into every nerve; there were even those whose eyes had turned white, completely unconscious, yet they could still see their souls struggling in agony against this overwhelming odor.
This was not a disaster; it was a judgment!
And amidst this apocalyptic symphony from which no one could escape, the only one reveling in it was Huang Haoran.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy.
It was as if he were quietly appreciating a magnificent symphony.
—The bass drum, like thunder, was the frantic pounding of colleagues striking the floor, chairs, walls, and even their own bodies in a desperate attempt to flee, yet utterly hopeless!
—The bassoon, like a mournful lament, echoed the voices that had grown hoarse but still groaned in pain, begging for mercy with a breath of finality!
—And he himself...
He was the concertmaster standing at the center of the stage.
This movement had reached its crescendo's preparation.
At this moment, it was time for him to take the stage.
He slowly raised his hand—
"Now... let the most magnificent solo begin."
This would be his "Justice Sonata"!
Amidst the wails, Huang Haoran opened his eyes.
He stood at the center of this "hell," like a sovereign judging all, looking down upon those who had once belittled him, humiliated him, and trampled on him. Now, they all lay on the ground, moaning, struggling, vomiting, trembling.
His gaze was profound, and a smile crept onto his lips, revealing an unmistakable delight.
"Now—"
"Awaken, and submit at my feet!"
His voice thundered, exploding within the office filled with chaos and madness.
"You unforgivable sinners, welcome your true 'Human Sovereign'!"
"Kneel! Repent! Atone!"
The employees in the office, who had been writhing in pain, instinctively thought upon hearing these words:
"Is this guy insane?!"
Before they could react, a loud "bang!" echoed beside them—
The supervisor had already fallen to his knees!
"I'm sorry!!! Lord Hao Ran, I was wrong!!!"
The supervisor's face was ashen, tears and snot mingling on his cheeks, with remnants of his own vomit smeared across his face. At that moment, he had completely lost the authority of his position, pressing his hands to the ground and trembling as he repeatedly bowed his head, striking the floor heavily!
"I shouldn't have insulted you, I shouldn't have discriminated against you, I shouldn't have been rude to you. Please spare me, please forgive me!!!"
His voice was shrill and trembling, filled with fear and madness, as if he were facing not just an ordinary employee but a divine being, a supreme entity capable of deciding his life or death!
"I am willing to submit! I am willing to repent! Please let me kiss your feet! Please grant me your breath!"
This scene shocked everyone around them!
"The supervisor... actually knelt down?"
"How... how did he become like this?!"
"Wasn't he just cursing Huang Haoran a moment ago...?"
Before anyone could gather their thoughts, a second person also knelt down.
"I'm sorry!!! I was wrong too!!!"
Then, the third, fourth, and fifth—
"I'm sorry!!!"
"We were truly wrong!!!"
"Huang Haoran, please forgive our ignorance!"
One by one, the colleagues who had once been mere spectators now fell to their knees like a line of dominoes.
Some clasped their hands together, bowing in repentance as if praying to the divine!
Others wept bitterly, finally realizing the mistakes they had made over the years!
Some lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over, burying their heads in the carpet as if afraid they weren't sincere enough!
At that moment, no one in the office remained standing.
Those who had once humiliated him, looked down on him, and mocked him were now all kneeling on the floor, begging for mercy.
Huang Haoran slowly extended a foot and gently placed it on the ground, revealing a faint smile.
They finally understood.
In this world—ultimately, they would have to bow before him!
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