The words uttered by Yang Chen were like a spark falling into a powder keg, igniting anger in the hearts of everyone in the grand hall. The men and women present glared at him with fury.
"You're daring to test your luck, kid! Don't think that having a few tricks up your sleeve means no one dares to touch you!" shouted a burly man, throwing aside the deck of cards in his hand and angrily clenching his fists as he charged towards Yang Chen.
Without even lifting his gaze, Yang Chen casually reached into his pocket for a cigarette while his other hand nonchalantly grabbed the incoming sandbag-like fist. In an instant, his fingers swiftly clasped around the man's wrist, firmly immobilizing it.
With a casual twist of his wrist, the man's hand contorted like a twisted dough, causing him to cry out in pain. He collapsed to the ground, his arm completely dislocated, drenched in cold sweat from the excruciating pain.
Witnessing this dramatic turn of events, the gang of hooligans who had initially planned to gang up on Yang Chen hesitated, their steps coming to a halt. They cared about their reputation, but they cared even more about avoiding pain.
After lighting his cigarette, Yang Chen took a satisfying drag, relishing in the moment. The previously rowdy group of men and women now wore expressions of uncertainty, cautiously observing Yang Chen, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
"The ones who truly succeed in this line of work are those who care about nothing but the results, disregarding their own reputation. It seems you all are just amateur thugs who have yet to truly understand the game," he scoffed, picking up the discarded material bag. "Your ability to boast far exceeds your fighting skills. I don't know how your previous PR representative from Jade Lily International was, but I believe there's a slight difference between me and them."
With that said, Yang Chen turned around and continued walking towards the direction of the general manager's office.
"Well, this gentleman certainly has some skills. However, to treat my subordinates this way when you come to my company, it does make me, Guo, feel a bit embarrassed," a hoarse male voice resonated from the manager's office. Gradually, a mature middle-aged man with a sharp jawline emerged, dressed in a well-pressed gray suit and polished shoes.
"Boss!"
The group of lackluster lackeys, upon seeing this man, screamed once again as if he could immediately restore all their lost dignity.
Yang Chen observed the man before him with interest. The three-seven-parted hair, Armani suit, Louis Vuitton belt, Pierre Cardin shoes, and the unique air of composure and pride of a successful individual. He looked every bit like a high-ranking corporate manager, certainly not the leader of a gang or a shady company.
No wonder Yulei International suffered losses; there was a hidden boss behind it all. Yang Chen chuckled inwardly.
"Mr. Debt Collector sent by Yulei International, your actions have put Guo in a difficult position. What do you suggest we do?" Guo, the boss, displayed a sinister smile, composed and unruffled, resembling a seasoned Western gentleman.
Yang Chen glanced at the documents in his bag. The person in front of him with the surname Guo was likely the leader of this gangster company, Guo Ziheng.
"Not bad for a facade you have there. You must have swindled quite a sum of money," Yang Chen remarked.
"I never swindle money. Without strength, no matter how much you deceive, no one will give you money. I rely on my abilities, not on being an idol," Guo Ziheng seemed talkative.
Yang Chen flicked the cigarette ash. "With that pretentious appearance of yours, you have a brighter future than me. you could even win an Oscar."
"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered. "But why do I feel that this gentleman is more of an idol?"
"And what do you see?" Yang Chen asked, smiling.
"I see a fool, someone who has no clue what he's doing, yet has the audacity to be foolishly confident..." Guo Ziheng spoke, suddenly removing his Armani suit to reveal a Gucci white shirt underneath.
Witnessing this scene, the shady men and women in the hall screamed, loudly urging Guo to get rid of this arrogant kid.
Guo Ziheng signaled for silence in the hall, his expression somewhat arrogant. He flexed his muscles slightly, causing his well-toned physique to come alive. His chest and arms swelled, and his bones emitted a cracking sound.
"Oh, still an action movie star?" Yang Chen chuckled. "You've put in quite an effort at the gym. Those muscles could compete in a male beauty pageant or even attract the attention of rich women looking for a sugar baby."
"You're digging your own grave," Guo Ziheng warned.
Yang Chen sighed. "I advise you to put your clothes back on and return the money. I really don't want to resort to violence. Even idols like you should maintain some appearance."
Finally, Guo Ziheng lost his temper and swiftly lunged forward with an arrow step!
His well-built muscles were indeed impressive. After darting a couple of feet in front of Yang Chen, Guo Ziheng swiftly spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick!
It seemed like he had trained in disciplines like Sanda, as Guo Ziheng's movements were extremely proficient and powerful!
With this kick, a gust of wind surged, blowing the documents on the surrounding tables into the air!
In a situation where no one could clearly follow the trajectory of the kick, Yang Chen's left hand unexpectedly and imperceptibly appeared in front of his chest.
"Smack!"
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Yang Chen wasn't sent flying. It was Guo Ziheng's foot that was firmly grasped by Yang Chen's left hand, right at the position one inch below the chest, making any further progress impossible!
"Good aim, but a bit slow," Yang Chen commented as if he were instructing a student.
Fear gripped Guo Ziheng's heart. His level of Sanda was not the kind of performance casually seen on television. It was a real-life skill honed in the underground world, where lives were at stake. He was well aware of the speed and power he had put into his previous kick, and no one had ever so calmly and effortlessly intercepted his attack, as if playing house with a child!
Intense humiliation made Guo Ziheng furious, and his face turned purple. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let go..."
Yes! He couldn't free his foot from Yang Chen's grip!
How could this man possess such incredible strength!?
"You return the money, and I'll let go," Yang Chen casually said with a smile.
Guo Ziheng's eyes flashed with a cold gleam. "I need to go to my office to get the check."
"Good, be a good boy," Yang Chen nodded and released Guo Ziheng's foot.
Everyone present was filled with shock and disbelief. They couldn't fathom how their unbeatable boss could suddenly be defeated by such an ordinary young man. In response, the group of men and women started retreating, seeking refuge near the elevator.
With a hint of unwillingness in his heart, Guo Ziheng glanced at Yang Chen before slowly walking back to his office. Within a minute, he emerged once again.
"You will regret your decision today. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost before. Therefore, you must die today!" Guo Ziheng spoke with a tone of determination, and a dark cloud seemed to settle over his handsome face. His eyes revealed a hint of madness.
In his hand, he held a loaded revolver. The black muzzle was now aimed at Yang Chen's forehead!