"Sir, are you all right?" The security guard rushed over and asked Dong Xin with concern.
There was no need to lose his temper over such small fry, lest acquaintances see him and think he was on the same level as these little guards. After all, there's a saying among successful people that if someone in high position has conflicts with subordinates, others will think their integrity is only as plentiful as those below them.
"I'm fine now." Although Dong Xin didn't take the matter too seriously, he was actually very angry—just as you'd be if you found a cockroach in your meal. He was seething with rage and needed to vent on a woman.
From the departing car, the man who had just had a conflict with Dong Xin twirled a key in his hand and bragged to the old man sitting in the back, "Master, it looks like my skills haven't dulled."
"Then let's get to work," the old man replied with a smile. "We must succeed in one go this time, or our days ahead will be tough."
