Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

At this moment, the drunkard's mind was not on the surface of submission, but was rapidly turning, and he had already begun to secretly plan how to successfully escape later. He secretly complained in his heart, feeling that he was really wronged!

You know, cutting off the water supply to the foreign guest apartment was not something that a small water plant manager like him could decide on his own!

Originally, he was delighted to think that he had a strong backer as a solid guarantee, and even if he took such a bold action as cutting off the tap water supply, he would never be punished or questioned.

After all, that seemingly indestructible backing has always been the basis for his reckless behavior.

However, what he did not expect was that those people from the Secret Service showed no hesitation or mercy at all, and dispatched a large number of people at an astonishing speed.

In this bitterly cold winter, they were not afraid of the severe cold. They rushed straight to the water plant with an aggressive attitude, as if they were here to bring punishment.

It was as if a storm was about to sweep over this small water plant, and he was the poor, shivering creature at the center of the storm.

This sudden change caught him completely off guard, and he was instantly overwhelmed by fear. The panic surged like a tide, hitting his fragile mental defenses wave after wave.

His eyes widened, filled with astonishment and helplessness, as if he had seen the end of the world. His lips trembled involuntarily, and his upper and lower teeth began to chatter, making a "clack" sound.

Even his hands, which were usually steady, lost control at this moment, and kept shaking like dead branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

The silver wine jug, which he had always held carefully in his arms and regarded as a treasure, suddenly slipped out of his arms as if it was frightened.

With a muffled "bang", the wine jug fell heavily to the ground, the lid and the body separated, the remaining wine inside spilled everywhere, and the air was immediately filled with a strong aroma of wine. However, at this moment, he had no time to care about these things, and his heart was filled with deep fear of unknown dangers.

"Oh, I never expected that you would still be in the mood to drink at this critical moment. With good-for-nothings like you handling things, when will the International Bear be established?"

Natasha bent down gracefully, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm. Her eyes, as bright as gems, stared coldly at the guy in front of her who was kowtowing and begging for mercy, looking so miserable.

The man was trembling all over, with tears streaming down his face, and he kept muttering some words begging for forgiveness. However, Natasha was unmoved. She really had no interest in severely punishing such a cowardly person.

After a moment's thought, Natasha opened her red lips and ordered in a calm tone: "Detain this man temporarily and put him in solitary confinement for a few days to let him reflect on his mistakes. In addition, apply to the higher authorities for his punishment in accordance with the regulations." After that, she turned and left, leaving the unfortunate guy shivering there.

You know, Shekov did not give himself the power to execute others at will!

So at this moment, the most urgent and important thing for me is to restore the water supply to normal in the foreign guest apartment as soon as possible.

Because only if this critical water source problem is properly handled, Natasha will not care at all even if the guy is drunk and unconscious. She knows very well that once the water supply problem is solved, other troubles may be solved easily. Therefore, she must go all out to overcome this difficulty no matter what.

In just two or three minutes, the staff on duty at the water plant demonstrated amazing speed and efficiency.

Like well-trained soldiers, they took a series of measures quickly and methodically to solve the problem of water interruption in the foreign guest apartments as quickly as possible.

These workers raced against time and worked with all their might. Beads of sweat had already appeared on their foreheads, but they had no time to wipe them off. They only wanted to get the water flowing smoothly again as soon as possible.

One of the employees let out a long sigh and raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that was rolling down his forehead.

He straightened his slightly messy clothes, saluted, and reported loudly: "Report, after our efforts, the water supply in the area around the foreign guest apartment has now been fully restored to normal! Please rest assured!"

"Well, you did a great job! However, I don't want the next call from the Secret Service to be useless to you. I absolutely don't want to witness such a chaotic situation like today again. Do you understand?"

Natasha opened her red lips slightly, and although her tone was gentle, it carried unquestionable majesty.

Although she appears to be weak, charming and delicate in front of Li Weijun, everyone knows that beneath this surface lies an extremely strong heart.

You know, for a seemingly fragile woman to be able to fight her way through the competition surrounded by so many fierce competitors and finally successfully secure the crucial position of the leader of the Special Service Department, it would be simply a fantasy if she did not have extraordinary wisdom and means.

Just as Natasha was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly, and a hint of ruthlessness revealed in her eyes.

She raised her slender and powerful right leg, and the black leather boots on her foot drew a sharp arc in the air, and then she kicked the drunkard's butt with lightning speed!

The force of this kick was beyond imagination. With a dull thud, the drunkard's already shaky body was thrown forward as if hit by a speeding truck.

An expression of extreme pain suddenly appeared on his face, his facial features were distorted beyond recognition, and his mouth was open so wide that it seemed as if an egg could be stuffed in.

The drunkard let out a pig-slaughtering howl that echoed throughout the street, attracting the attention of passers-by.

He held his injured butt tightly with both hands, trembling with pain, his face as pale as paper. The pain was so severe that he even felt black in front of his eyes, his head was buzzing, and he was about to faint.

Natasha sneered, "From the sound of your voice, you're not drunk. I only gave you a little punishment, but you couldn't stand the pain. Remember to learn your lesson next time."