The driver screamed in terror, “Who the hell are you?!”

Su Mo: “Hello, my surname is Ba, my name is Ba, you can call me Dad.”

He looked at the extremely frightened Lu Ren beside him, “You’re President Lu of Waku Waku, right?”

Lu Ren nodded blankly.

“Fasten your seatbelt.” After saying this, Su Mo leaned forward and tightened his grip around the driver’s neck.

The driver’s face turned red from the choking, and the steering wheel and car body shook violently together.

The black-clothed man in the passenger seat pulled out a gun and roared, “I’ll kill you!”

“Swoosh—” Before he could fire, a sharp bone spur had already protruded from Su Mo’s elbow, piercing through his throat.

The driver was also quickly strangled to death by Su Mo, his body suddenly relaxed.

The out-of-control taxi crashed into the roadside with a “bang” and was completely stalled.

Lu Ren had obediently fastened his seatbelt earlier and only got slightly scratched.

He hadn’t yet regained his senses from the daze before Su Mo dragged him out of the taxi.

Lu Ren was very afraid of this killer, Mo Mo, tremblingly asking, “Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know who I am.” Su Mo opened the fuel cap of the taxi and ignited a cloth strip with a lighter, throwing it in.

“Boom—” The fuel tank exploded, flames quickly spreading across the entire car, enveloping the three bodies inside.

Su Mo, back to the flames, smiled at Lu Ren, “You only need to know someone paid me to protect your dream.”

…

Green Valley Street, number 233, this is where Waku Waku’s office is located.

It’s already clearly early morning, yet the company is still brightly lit.

Originally, Lu Ren had set standard working hours for the employees from 9 AM to 6 PM, with weekends off.

If there’s really an urgent matter that requires overtime, then fill in the overtime pay, and they can sleep in the next day to ensure everyone is fully rested and inspired.

But at this time, all Waku Waku employees had been called to the company by Longtao with a phone call, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Some employees were working silently at their stations, not daring to lift their heads.

Others were called individually into the meeting room by the new HR, from which fierce arguments occasionally erupted.

Longtao stood with his arms crossed in the aisle, several security guards behind him, all holding electric batons, watching these employees menacingly.

Longtao, smoking a cigarette, slowly said to everyone, “Just like I mentioned earlier, Lu Ren has decided to step down, and from today onwards, I’ll be taking over Waku Waku.”

“You’re all veteran employees; if you want to stay, then stay and continue working, but the game content will be modified according to my instructions.”

“Furthermore, the working hours need to be adjusted: morning shift 8 AM to 12 PM, afternoon shift 1 PM to 6 PM, evening shift 7 PM to 10 PM, working six days a week.”

A frontend developer stood up angrily: “President Long, the working hours suddenly extended this much, how will the overtime pay be calculated?!”

Longtao glared: “Overtime pay? This is the company’s new policy! The extension of hours is voluntary. If you don’t agree, you can leave. If you don’t work, there are plenty who will.”

The programmer pushed aside the keyboard and mouse, heavily saying: “You want me to leave, fine. I’ve been here for two years. Give me three months of severance pay!”

Longtao sneered, “Want compensation, do you? Don’t worry, soon you won’t want it.”

He waved his hand, and two security guards stepped forward to hold the programmer.

The programmer struggled and shouted, “What are you doing? What do you want?!”

The security guards dragged the programmer into a small dark room.

Soon, the crackling sounds of electric batons and the programmer’s screams echoed from inside.

Longtao looked at the terrified employees and smiled, saying, “Where were we? Oh, right, extended working hours.”

“Those who want to stay can stay; those who don’t can sign the ‘Voluntary Resignation Application’ with HR. Anyone wanting severance compensation, just like the person earlier, go inside until you agree.”

In the face of shameless violence, employees were angry but didn’t dare to speak out.

Some, pressured by financial reality, endured fatigue and continued to work.

Others, disappointed with the situation, silently went to the meeting room to sign the resignation agreement.

“Ring, ring.”

At this moment, Longtao’s phone rang.

He answered with a sycophantic smile, “President Niu, hello, hello, things are almost done here! For those vacant positions, you can directly drop your team in, and we’ll start the version iteration immediately.”

“About the dividends… Oh, thank you, thank you! President Niu, you’re truly my benefactor! I will do as you said!”

“Lu Ren? Don’t worry, that fool who only knows how to make games, can’t I handle him? I hired mercenaries.”

Suddenly, a voice came from outside, “Who hired mercenaries?”

Longtao smiled and said, “President Niu, it seems my people have returned, so I’ll…”

Mid-sentence, he saw the person wearing a Mo Mo headgear walk in and froze: “Wait, who are you?”

Su Mo gestured behind himself, and the still-shellshocked Lu Ren walked in from outside.

The producer showed up, and the employees were thrilled, standing up one after another: “Brother Lu!”

Longtao couldn’t believe it, how could Lu Ren be here?!

Wasn’t he supposed to have been dealt with by the mercenaries?!

Longtao panicked and looked at Su Mo, “Who the hell are you?”

Su Mo laughed coldly as he walked toward the dazed Longtao, “Heh, surprised, aren’t you? I’m a player of your game, come in person with threats.”

“So you’re the one messing up the game, huh?” Su Mo smacked him directly, “You sure are brazen!”

Longtao was knocked to the ground, retreating continuously in panic, frantically telling the security guards, “Quick, stop him!”

The security guards initially wanted to intervene but suddenly saw the gun tucked at Su Mo’s waist and immediately chickened out, scrambling to flee.

A two to three thousand-dollar salary isn’t worth risking life against someone with a gun.

Su Mo walked up to the despairing Longtao, delivered another slap: “Character card pool, huh?”

“Smack!”

“Big and small guarantees, huh?”

“Smack!”

“648, huh?!”

“Smack!”

“You plan to mess around with bullhead in the game? Don’t you know I’m a warrior of pure love!”

“Smack!”

With each curse, Su Mo landed a smack, and by the end, Longtao’s face was covered in blood, his teeth falling out, sobbing and wailing on the ground.

After finishing, Su Mo pulled out a contract from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and said indifferently, “Sign your name and fingerprint, transfer your shares to Lu Ren, then get lost.”

Upon mentioning the shares, Longtao suddenly asserted himself, “These shares are the result of years of hard work, I absolutely won’t sign!”

Su Mo placed the Barrel of Doom against his head, “Sign or not?!”

Longtao instantly wet himself, scrambling to grab a pen, “Sign! Sign, sign, sign! I’ll sign! Just don’t fire!”

He signed and pressed his fingerprint, trembling with fear.

“You can get lost now.” Su Mo kicked Longtao away, and the latter fled in embarrassment.

Su Mo picked up the contract and handed it to the bewildered Lu Ren, “President Lu, Waku Waku is yours now, make it work.”

“By the way, when the sheriff comes later, help me cover up, just say it’s mercenary infighting, thanks.”

After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the studio slowly heated up, employees crowding around Lu Ren, some hugging him tightly.

“Brother Lu, we almost thought you really left!”

“Several brothers were forced out, let’s call them back quickly!”

“It’s so good to have you back, everyone’s dreams almost got destroyed by that Long guy!”

Lu Ren, from being saved by Su Mo to returning to the studio, to holding the contract, remained bewildered throughout, feeling like it was all a dream.

Only when he saw those familiar faces with concern on their brotherly faces did he gradually come back to reality.

Lu Ren looked around for Su Mo’s figure and found he had already left alone.

Lu Ren quickly chased out: “Buddy! Can I have your name?”

Su Mo turned his head, “Why do you need my name?”

Lu Ren’s gaze was incredibly sincere, “When ‘God: Origin’ officially launches, I want to write your name on the special thanks list.”

Su Mo smiled, waved, and left, “I told you, who I am doesn’t matter, someone paid me to protect your dream.”

“Don’t thank me, thank the person who hired me instead—with a game that stays true to its roots, a truly good game to thank him.”

“Goodbye, dream chaser.”

…

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