Chapter 572 Counterattack

Baiguoyuan Factory Area.

Today is still a night of working all night long. With the salary increase, everyone is full of energy. The founder of the Relief Society, who fought for this change for everyone, received enthusiastic support from everyone, and his reputation among the employees was unparalleled.

When Huajiao returned to the factory and took over the shift with the previous group of people, warm greetings could be heard all the time.

He waved in response.

In his opinion, since the general strike, everyone's entire mental outlook has become very different from before - he can't say where the specific differences are, but such changes are undoubtedly developing in a good direction.

If I have to say it, they are more like ordinary residents of Azure Castle.

At this moment, Morrill suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Huajiao turned around and asked.

"Well... Gower said that there is a new transportation task for us." He cleared his throat and said, "You are the head of the transportation team, so he wants you to go to the office."

"Any new job?"

"It seems that an unplanned cargo ship arrived at the port. I don't know the specific situation."

"I know." Horns nodded. This kind of thing is not uncommon. The boss owns more than one factory and store, and it occasionally happens that people are mobilized to help each other. What's more, this kind of work that is not part of Baiguoyuan itself will have a certain amount of extra income, so there won't be much resistance if everyone does a favor.

It's just that usually such words are delivered by the supervisor, but now it is passed to the workers. It seems that the supervisor is indeed abiding by the agreement and reducing the scope of the supervisor's jurisdiction.

Horn quickly walked into the factory office.

But he didn't see Goyle.

There were only steward Philip and a strange man in the room.

"You're here." Phillip looked up at him and said, "Please sit down."

"No need, I still have a lot of work to do." Horns replied, "I heard that the factory has new arrangements and needs help from the transportation team?"

"Ah...that's right." The other party smiled, "But to be precise, everyone needs to help."

"Everyone?" Horns was slightly startled, "What about the production of jam?"

"Things have their own priorities, and there is nothing we can do about it." Philip said calmly, "If the work over there is delayed, it will be quite troublesome for the boss."

Since it was Achie's decision, Horns had nothing to say, "Then what is the job?"

Phillip held his chin with his hands, a dark cold light reflected in his eyes.

"Give your souls."

Huajiao didn't react for a moment.

He subconsciously repeated, "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I should have said it in simpler terms." Philip seemed to be in a particularly good mood, "You resisted the factory and planned riots, causing the boss to suffer undue losses. Now... it's time for you to repay your debt."

Huajiao's expression darkened.

He immediately turned around and wanted to push the door to leave, but found that the door handle seemed to be nailed down and it would not move at all no matter how he turned it!

"This is a small spell that can temporarily turn any room into a secret room. In this way, your conversation will not be known to outsiders." The strange man suddenly said.

"Thank you, Mr. Shadow." Philip spread his hands, "But that's all I have to say, and I'll leave it to you next. If possible, I hope to hear his sincere confession on his deathbed."

They were explaining themselves.

The horns clenched into fists, what is this... a confident expression of contempt?

The steward himself is not something to be afraid of. In other words, this demon-bearer known as the Phantom is the person he needs to be wary of.

Strike first to gain the upper hand!

Huajiao squatted down slightly, then rushed towards the opponent. With two strong hands, he picked up the seat next to him and smashed it down with his head covered!

After a battle with the overseer, he gained a new understanding of his own strength and skill.

Most of the time, people couldn't avoid his full blow.

Phantom is no exception.

Before he could even move a step, the chair hit him on the top of his head!

Click!

The wooden chair shattered in response.

But Horn was shocked——

Judging from the feel, the feedback doesn't feel like it's hitting the flesh at all, but like it's hitting a solid steel shell!

Without any time to think, he bumped his shoulder, pushed the mage away, and jumped toward the office window.

He could see the factory area by standing by the window. As long as everyone noticed the commotion here, he would have a chance to escape...

With a muffled sound, Horns fell heavily to the ground!

At that moment, he seemed to have hit an invisible barrier. The usually fragile glass now became an insurmountable wall.

"cough--"

As soon as Huajiao struggled to get up, he felt his chest tighten.

He lowered his head, and a twisted tentacle penetrated his chest and poked out from under his clothes.

The shadow pulled him back to his side, half hanging in the air, "It seems you didn't understand what I meant. The so-called secret room doesn't just refer to the door."

The speaker's wrists take on the shape of an octopus, and his fingers become dancing tentacles. The opponent slowly pierced his tentacles into his skin and muscles, crawling along his bones. The tearing pain made the horns scream!

"You should have heard what Mr. Phillip said." The shadow slowly stretched out two tentacles and pressed them against his ears - the creeping touch made the horns break out in cold sweat, "Believe me, you don't I like the feeling of having my brain touched.”

Horn found that his hands and feet were gradually losing control, as if something was blocking his will.

All the muscles in his body were trembling, and the strength he was proud of had disappeared without a trace.

This was reality.

He was just a half-beast, and in front of a real demon possessor, he had no strength to resist.

Looking at Philip with an expectant face, Horn opened his mouth with difficulty.

"I, I said..."

The tentacles that had penetrated deep into his ear canal retreated half an inch.

The unbearable sting was slightly relieved.

He took this opportunity to muster all his strength, took a deep breath, and spit the saliva in his mouth at the steward!

Philip had never expected him to do such a thing, and was spit on the spot!

"Go to hell!"

Horn growled.

He really had no strength to resist, but that didn't mean he would never resist.

Especially after he had tasted the taste of standing up.

It would be extremely difficult to kneel down again.

The next moment, the tentacles suddenly pierced into the horn's brain, causing him to twitch violently! Unbearable pain surged into his mind like a tide, tearing his consciousness into pieces. Just as chaos and darkness quickly engulfed his thoughts, the last image left in front of his eyes was his sister handing the newly woven handkerchief to him.

"Mu... Li..."

Horn's body stopped shaking completely.

I woke up with a fever today... I'm a little scared x-on:. x-on: