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The sunlight pierced through the windshield like a sharp silver needle, mercilessly stabbing into Lin Tianyou's tightly shut eyelids. He frowned, his body shifting slightly, and in the next moment, he woke up abruptly, sitting up with his entire body drenched in sweat.
He was stunned.
This was not a laboratory or a monitoring room, but a luxurious business car. The leather seats were soft and comfortable, and the air inside carried a faint scent of leather mixed with disinfectant. His coat was neatly draped over him, and even beside him lay a neatly folded blanket. Looking down, he noticed that his shoes had been placed back in order.
The two security guards in the front seat glanced at him through the rearview mirror. One of them smiled and handed him a bottle of cold mineral water.
"Chief Lin, you're awake," he said casually, as if it were a common occurrence. "President Huang instructed us to let you rest well."
Lin Tianyou took the water, dazedly sipping from it. The cold liquid slid down his throat, gradually clearing his mind. He frowned and looked around, asking somewhat bewilderedly, "Is this... President Huang's car?"
"Yes," the guard nodded. "After you fell asleep, President Huang personally ordered that you be placed in his private vehicle. He even said that anyone who dared to wake you would become a test subject."
Lin Tianyou's eyes widened in surprise, a complex feeling stirring within him. He immediately threw off the blanket and pushed open the car door, stepping out so quickly that he nearly stumbled.
"Where is he? Where is President Huang?"
The guard replied from behind, "He's still at the branch office. He hasn't stopped since last night, continuously overseeing the reconstruction."
As Lin Tianyou stepped out of the car, sunlight hit him squarely in the face, momentarily blinding him. But as he adjusted to the light, he froze.
The branch office that had felt like hell just last night was now almost restored.
The walls riddled with bullet holes had been repainted; although some cracks remained, the overall structure appeared much sturdier. The shattered windows had been replaced with new glass, and debris had long been cleared away. Injured employees rested by tents while others busily moved about with tools in an orderly fashion. Even the metal sign for "Foot Odor Energy," which Maria had kicked down, stood upright again, gleaming under the sunlight as if freshly polished.
Lin Tianyou stood there as if witnessing a miracle.
In just one night, this place seemed to have been reborn from ruins—no, it was as if some force had forcibly pulled it back from death.
His heart trembled suddenly as he murmured softly:
“...Huang Haoran, how did you manage to do this?”
Lin Tianyou walked into the company, his shoes making a soft “tap, tap” sound against the clean, new floor, the noise echoing clearly in the empty corridor.
His steps were slow, as if he feared disturbing some sacred ritual.
Last night felt like a post-apocalyptic wasteland, yet now it had nearly returned to its original state. The walls, which should have been marred and damaged, had been quickly repainted. Although faint cracks and layers of dust were still visible, those areas were neatly marked with lines and labeled: “Under Repair.” Each scar was no longer a disgrace but a mark waiting for healing.
Even the lighting had been adjusted. The once flickering illumination system was now stable and warm, brightening the corridor like a path of pilgrimage.
Lin Tianyou couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “In just one night… how is it possible to achieve this?”
But as he walked deeper, he could feel a strong energy vibrating behind the walls, like an underground volcano on the verge of eruption. He heard waves of sound—not the noise of machinery, but a tsunami of voices—applause, shouts, a collective response like a mountain flood.
He quickened his pace towards the experimental area.
The closer he got, the more intense the sounds became. It was not chaotic clamor but a resonant harmony under a unified rhythm, like a nation welcoming their king.
When Lin Tianyou pushed open the heavy fire door of the laboratory, the scene before him took his breath away.
The entire lab had been transformed into a temporary assembly hall. A metal platform had been erected, and standing atop it was one person—his shirt rolled up, tie hanging loosely at his chest, sweat glistening on his forehead. That person was none other than Huang Haoran.
He stood at the forefront, one fist clenched and the other pointing towards the crowd below. All the employees were gathered there; even those who could move in the break room had come.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on him, like followers gazing at a prophet.
“You all endured through the hell of C City last night!” Huang Haoran’s voice rang out like thunder. “Some were injured, some bled, some cried… but no one ran away! We are Foot Odor Energy—you are my first batch of warriors!”
Thunderous applause erupted, reverberating throughout the laboratory as the walls trembled.
"We are not an ordinary company!" he continued, his words flowing like an engine revived after a power outage. "We are here to change the existence of this world! And yesterday was just the first time they realized we are not to be trifled with!"
Lin Tianyou stood at the back of the crowd, staring blankly.
The people who had been covered in wounds and pale-faced just last night now seemed invigorated, their eyes shining with faith, fervor, and purpose. Some were even moved to tears.
Huang Haoran scanned the audience and seemed to instantly notice Lin Tianyou's presence. Their eyes met, and he merely nodded at him with a hint of acknowledgment.
In that moment, Lin Tianyou suddenly understood—he was not just helping a boss build a company; he was witnessing the rise of an empire.
And Huang Haoran was no longer just a president.
**He was the core of faith.**
Standing on the platform, Huang Haoran gradually lowered his fiery tone, his voice becoming deep and steady, like the fading beat of war drums, carrying the echoes of battles yet to be fought:
"You all performed excellently today. Now—go take a rest."
He raised his right hand in a gesture to the crowd, like a general on the battlefield dismissing his soldiers—not out of relaxation, but because another hard fight was approaching.
"What lies ahead... is more challenging than yesterday. Everyone, be prepared."
A chorus of unified shouts erupted from below:
"Yes!"
The sound seemed as if it could shatter the roof, even breaking apart the humiliation of last night. The employees high-fived each other and supported one another, their faces displaying a mix of exhaustion and fervor. Each one was ready for battle again, like soldiers preparing for another fight.
Lin Tianyou watched from the side, feeling exhilarated yet unable to suppress his inner anxiety. He nervously made his way through the crowd toward Huang Haoran on stage.
He spoke only after everyone had dispersed, his voice low but filled with tension.
"Haoran, do you remember... 'Skeleton Rose' left us a message yesterday, giving us only one day to withdraw... Now not only have we not retreated, but we've also completed all the repairs... This kind of action is nothing short of a blatant provocation to them..."
Before he could finish, Huang Haoran had already turned his head, a signature smile appearing on his face—not gentle or polite, but that of a madman who could laugh calmly while standing on the edge of an abyss.
"Isn't that exactly the effect I wanted?"
His tone was as relaxed as if discussing a casual gathering, yet his gaze was sharp as a knife, radiating an unassailable confidence.
"We're not here to obediently follow orders." Huang Haoran stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the distant window as if gazing at enemy territory. "We're here to tell this city—who sets the new rules."
He turned back to Lin Tianyou, his tone light yet resonating like thunder:
"The more arrogant the enemy, the less they can tolerate resistance. They want obedience, and what we will give them is—contempt."
"They must be furious right now." He smiled slightly. "That's exactly how it should be."
Lin Tianyou looked at him, silent for a few seconds before finally nodding through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll continue to make them furious until they explode."
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