Huang Yong finally realized that Liu Yunpeng was well-prepared today; however, he need not worry at all. The middle-aged man before him knew the truth of the matter very well, so all he needed to do was to cooperate with him and play out this scene of deception well, and he would have completed his task perfectly.

Sure enough, Liu Fugui began to speak. Although he now understood the real intention behind his son’s invitation to dinner, he couldn’t help but feel a little saddened when things unfolded as he had anticipated. Along with it, the slight goodwill he had just developed towards his son vanished without a trace under the latter’s string of angry curses.

Yet, an old hand is always an old hand; you could never discern a hint of emotion from Liu Fugui’s face. He set down his chopsticks and asked gravely, "Huang Yong, what is going on here?"

"Mr. Liu, it’s like this, Miss Li..." Huang Yong was just about to explain, but before he could finish, Liu Yunpeng, furious, interrupted, "Dad, Huang Yong and his men released Huiru from the factory without authorization, and they very likely forged your handwriting, creating a fake pass."

Now, Liu Yunpeng didn’t care whether Li Huiru was alive or dead. In his view, it didn’t matter whether she was outside the factory; she was insignificant to him.

Because he understood very well how intense men’s desires were in this post-apocalyptic world. People, beset by the hardships of daily life, easily breed all kinds of bad thoughts.

The women who originally survived in the factory now had all become tools for those men to indulge their desires, and someone like Li Huiru, possessing both beauty and charm, was even more of a goddess in their fantasies.

So Liu Yunpeng believed that Li Huiru might have long been taken by those guys to various places and abused in all sorts of ways.

This, for him, was undoubtedly unacceptable. Although he liked to toy with women, those who had been ruined in such a manner, he absolutely would not touch again.

Whether Li Huiru had left the factory on her own or been lured away did not matter.

The important thing was to use her disappearance to expose the filthy things Huang Yong was doing, so that he could receive the rightful punishment, and that was Liu Yunpeng’s ultimate goal.

Huang Yong, of course, would not simply be silenced so easily. Unhurriedly, he took a slip of paper from his pocket and laid it on the dining table: "Young Master, how could I, Huang Yong, dare to defy Mr. Liu’s wishes and release someone from the factory without authorization? Mr. Liu, you see, this is the pass my subordinate handed me this morning. I checked the handwriting on it, and indeed it was yours. Miss Li took this today and told the subordinate it was your arrangement for her to go out and handle some matters."

Liu Fugui picked up the slip of paper without revealing any emotion, but it was apparent that this piece of paper had been torn and reattached, so he frowned and said, "Why is it like this?"

"This..."

"Dad, I was the one who tore it. I suspected it was a forgery, I believe you wouldn’t arrange for Huiru to go out for errands alone, so out of anger I tore it up." Liu Yunpeng felt justified, so he spoke with confidence, "But I didn’t expect them to piece it back together. But that’s good; Dad, please see whether this pass is signed by you, and whether you sent Huiru out."

Liu Fugui put on an air of seriousness, picked up the paper, and looked at it front and back, and then, shaking it in his hand, said, "Of course, I wouldn’t send Li Huiru out. What could she help me with? Other than wasting the factory’s food supply, she’s useless. Moreover, this handwriting is indeed mine, but it wasn’t signed by me personally. You all look at the thickness and transparency of the paper, and upon closer inspection, the shoddy handwriting was clearly copied!"

"Hmph, well then, Huang Yong, what do you have to say now, everything my dad said is very clear, isn’t it?" Having received the answer he wanted, Liu Yunpeng felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He was actually worried that his father himself requested the person to go out; if that had been true, he would really be at his wit’s end.

"Young Master, it really wasn’t me who let Miss Li out. Mr. Liu, I have been with you for so many years, you should know my character very well, how could I do such a thing, let alone with Miss Li being the Young Master’s person. I..."

"Alright, Huang Yong, you don’t need to explain further, I believe this matter is not related to you." Liu Fugui waved his hand, cutting off Huang Yong’s words impatiently.

Huang Yong, perceptive as always, said no more. But Liu Yunpeng, however, remained relentless: "Dad, don’t be taken in by his words, look at the fake pass, and Huiru left in a car without a hand-held radio. How can there be such coincidences? This was all arranged behind the scenes."

Liu Fugui waved his large hand and pointed at Huang Yong behind him, saying, "Yunpeng, do you know how many years Huang Yong has been with me? Almost 20 years. I know him better than I know you. You say today’s matter was done by him, do you have concrete evidence? Regarding the car not having a hand-held radio, that was a temporary requirement from me. Because of tension outside and after personnel deployment, I need the factory at all points to maintain smooth communication to ensure that in emergencies, all points can report promptly. So deployment of hand-held radios to outgoing squads was canceled to ensure all key guard points can maintain contact with radios. And this fake pass, I think it’s Li Huiru herself who copied it."

"Dad, how can that be possible?" Liu Yunpeng seemed a bit anxious, discovering his father seemingly intent on protecting Huang Yong.

"Why is it impossible? Don’t you find this matter too odd? Why did Li Huiru choose to leave today, not sooner nor later? Hmph, if you ask me, it’s probably because I said a few things to her yesterday. I must say, you young people today have very poor mental endurance, just being told a few words makes you want to leave here. Anyway, everyone’s entitled to their ambitions, if she wants to leave, you can’t stop her. This way, at least, she won’t be ruining your prospects."

"Dad, that can’t be, Huiru would never leave the factory just because of such a small issue, this was all because of Huang Yong..."

"Enough!" Liu Fugui suddenly turned grim, changing his previously kind fatherly expression, and reprimanded harshly, "This matter ends here! Yunpeng, I hope you don’t forget what I told you yesterday, as for this Li Huiru, you’d better forget about her quick. Also, if she returns to the factory, I will talk to her personally to make sure she stays clear of you. Remember, in this post-apocalyptic world, it’s a disaster, but also a chance, understand? As long as you work hard from now on, one day, you will make a name for yourself in this world! Yunpeng, you are my son, Liu Fugui’s son, you carry the Liu Family bloodline, so you must strive hard, don’t bring shame to our ancestors!"

Liu Yunpeng’s shoulders were painfully gripped by Liu Fugui, but he dared not utter a sound, realizing it was best to heed his father’s instructions and accede to his demands, otherwise any inappropriate remarks would certainly have consequences. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivator. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)