Meanwhile, on Ling Jue's side, the two of them continued to look at each other after they finished the call.
"Beat him up?"
"How many times?"
If it was an ordinary burly man, the two of them could have beaten him up a few times. However, this underage boy was about the same age as their nephew. How could they do it?
The two of them looked at Ling Jue. He was drinking tea with a relaxed expression.
"Ahem, kid, stand up." Security A cleared his throat twice. He had to intimidate the kid to prevent him from making the same mistake again.
"You want to change a soft stool for me?" Ling Jue raised an eyebrow.
"..."
"Ahem, stand up. Tell me if you'll do this again in the future. Write a self-reflection!"
Ling Jue crossed her legs and said leisurely, "There's no need to stand up and say it. I'll do it again in the future."
"Good kid! You have a personality!" Security B suddenly said.
'Smack!' Security A patted his head and said in disappointment, "Is this the time to praise him?"
Security B said, "Hey, you don't know my nephew. He's already a freshman this year. He's so cowardly that he can't even beat my daughter."
Ling Jue: "..." 'Are these two here to make fun of me?'
"The higher-ups ordered us to beat him up. He'll definitely get angry at us if we don't do anything later." Security A frowned and placed the stun baton in front of Ling Jue. "Boy, electrocute yourself a few times."
Ling Jue: "..." Is there something wrong with me? Do I have to electrocute myself a few times?
"Big brother, how did..."
"Master Jue!" At that moment, a person rushed in from outside the door. Seeing the situation, he knelt down under Ling Jue. "Master Jue, I failed to recognize you. I have offended you today. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against us today."
"Director?!"
"Director?!"
The two of them quickly moved aside and continued to look at each other. Was this really their director?
Why did he kneel down at the slightest disagreement? Moreover, what was this attitude? Was he the same person as the one who had asked them to beat up Ling Jue just now?
Ling Jue stood up, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip. "Can I go now?"
"Master Jue, this way please." He had only heard the bureau chief say that this person was called Ling Jue. He did not know why, but he should have a strong background.
Therefore, he might as well call him Master Jue. After all, he was the master now.
He knelt down and moved his body to make way for Ling Jue.
Xia Qingsong, who was chasing after him, was stunned. What was going on?
His brother was kneeling before this kid?!
Ling Jue stopped in her tracks. She looked at the dumbfounded Xia Qingsong and smiled. "I'll see you in court."
"Stop right there, kid!" He limped over to stop him. "Who are you exactly?"
Ling Jue smiled mysteriously. "You'll know when we get to court."
Xia Qingsong saw his brother, who was drinking with him just now, quickly stand up. He bowed and respectfully sent him off.
"Master Jue, please take care. Don't mind what I did today."
"It's okay if I don't mind. You know how to deal with that man, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can treat him the way he wants you to treat me. Is there a problem?"
"No problem! No problem! Don't worry!" He nodded repeatedly. In front of his career, this drinking buddy was nothing.
"Okay."
Ling Jue nodded in satisfaction. As expected, having a bit of power was not a bad thing.
Feng Yulin's thigh was a bit fat. It was much more useful than Ling Zhensheng's.
Just a phone call could make people tremble and kneel down to call him master.
"Master Jue, please take care. Do you need me to send someone to send you off?" he asked with a fawning expression as he walked out of the door.
"There's no need. Go take care of your business."
"Yes, yes, yes!" He sent Ling Jue off respectfully.