Chapter 47
Words:1754Update:22/06/27 07:18:46
Yang Cheng's words were like a spark that fell into a barrel of gunpowder. All the men and women in the hall revealed expressions of anger.
"Kid, you must be tired of living. Don't think that no one dares to touch you just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve!" A sturdy man threw away the poker cards in his hand and angrily rushed forward with his fist raised.
Yang Chen didn't even raise his eyes. One of his hands reached into his pocket for a cigarette, while the other hand casually grabbed the sandbag's fist that was swinging over. Suddenly, with a quick claw in mid-air, that huge fist hadn't even landed, and the man's wrist was tightly locked.
With a casual flip of the wrist, the man's hand instantly deformed like a fried dough twist!
"Ahwooo!!!"
The man screamed in pain, and fell to the ground while clutching his own arm. The bones in his arm were completely dislocated. The pain made cold sweat drench his entire body!
A group of ruffians who originally planned to rush up and beat up Yang Cheng saw this dramatic change and hesitated to stop. They were afraid of losing face, but they were even more afraid of pain!
After Yang Cheng lit a cigarette, he enjoyed a puff. The group of men and women who were originally clamoring now revealed a somewhat bewildered expression. They carefully looked at Yang Cheng, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
"People who can really make a name for themselves are often people who don't care about anything other than face. It seems like you guys can only be considered trainee ruffians. You haven't truly learned the ropes yet."
With a sneer, Yang Cheng picked up the bag of materials that was thrown away. "Your bragging ability is much better than your fighting ability. I don't know what kind of PR Yu Lei sent before was, but I think, I'm still a little different from them."
With that, Yang Cheng turned around and continued to walk towards the general manager's office.
"This gentleman has great skills. But you came to my company and treated my subordinates like this. This is really embarrassing for me."
A hoarse baritone voice came from the general manager's office. Slowly, a mature middle-aged man in a grey suit and shiny leather shoes walked out.
"Boss!!"
When the group of minions saw this man, they screamed again, as if this man could immediately help them regain all the face they had lost.
Yang Cheng looked at the man in front of him with great interest. His hair was parted at three to seven, and he wore an Armani suit, a Louis Vuitton leather belt, and a pair of Pierre Cardin leather shoes. Coupled with his calm and proud expression, which was unique to successful people, he looked like the manager of a large company. He did not look like the leader of a hooligan group or a shell company.
No wonder Yu Lei was at a disadvantage. There was a hidden boss. Yang Cheng laughed in his heart.
"Mr. Debt Collector sent by Yu Lei International, your actions have put me in a difficult position. What do you think I should do?" Boss Guo revealed an evil smile. He was calm and composed, just like an old Western gentleman.
Yang Cheng looked at the information in the bag. The one surnamed Guo in front of him should be the boss of this rogue company, Guo Ziheng.
"Your appearance is not bad. You must have cheated a lot of money."
"I never cheat money. If you don't have the ability, no matter how you cheat, no one will give you money. I am a person of ability, not an idol. "Guo Ziheng seemed to be very talkative.
Yang Cheng flicked the ash off his cigarette, "You acting like you have a better future than me. At most I can get a Golden Horse Award. You can get an Oscar. "
"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered: "But why do I feel that this gentleman is the idol?"
"What did you notice this time?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.
"What I see is a fool. A fool who doesn't understand what he is doing. Yet, he still has the confidence of a fool …" Guo Ziheng said. He suddenly took off his Armani suit, revealing a white Gucci shirt inside.
Seeing this scene, the hooligan men and women in the hall screamed, loudly calling for Boss Guo to destroy this arrogant brat.
Guo Ziheng gestured for the people in the hall to quiet down. His face had a bit of arrogance as he lightly stretched his muscles. The strong muscles under his shirt seemed to have come to life. His chest and arms swelled up, and his bones made 'ge ge ge' sounds.
"Yo, an action movie star?" Yang Cheng laughed, "You spent a lot of effort to build up. With these muscles, you can participate in a man's beauty pageant. You're qualified to be a sugar daddy."
"You are seeking your own death."
Yang Cheng sighed, "I advise you to put on your clothes and return the money. I really don't want to fight. An idol like you also needs to maintain his appearance."
Guo Ziheng was finally angry. He suddenly took a big stride and rushed forward!
His strong muscles really weren't for show. After Guo Ziheng arrived two feet in front of Yang Cheng, he quickly turned around and gave a roundhouse kick!
He should have practiced mixed martial arts. Guo Ziheng's movements were very skilled and full of strength!
This kick brought along a strong gust of wind, directly blowing the documents on the surrounding tables into the air!
In a situation where no one could clearly see the trajectory of this kick, Yang Chen's left hand suddenly blocked the area below his chest without anyone noticing.
"Pa!"
Unlike what others thought, Yang Cheng was kicked away. They saw that Guo Ziheng's foot, the ankle area had been firmly grabbed by Yang Cheng's left hand. It was just an inch below his chest. It was difficult to advance any further!
"Your accuracy isn't bad. Just a bit slow." Yang Cheng evaluated as if he was teaching a student.
Guo Ziheng's heart was filled with shock. His Sanda level wasn't like those casually shown on TV. It was a real life-risking ability that had been honed in the underground world. He was very clear about the speed and power of his kick just now. There had never been anyone who could block his attack so calmly, like a child playing house!
The intense feeling of humiliation made Guo Ziheng's heart violent. His face turned purple as he fiercely said, "Let go …"
Yes! He couldn't free his foot from Yang Cheng's grasp!
How could this man's strength be this strong!?
"Return the money and I'll let go." Yang Cheng casually said with a smile.
Guo Ziheng's eyes flashed with a trace of sharpness. "I have to go to the office to get the check."
"That's good." Yang Cheng nodded and released Guo Ziheng's foot.
Everyone present was incomparably shocked. They simply couldn't imagine that their boss, who had never lost in their hearts, would suddenly lose in the hands of such an ordinary young man. The group of men and women couldn't help but retreat to the elevator entrance.
Guo Ziheng unwillingly looked at Yang Cheng before slowly walking back to the office. Not even a minute later, he walked out again.
"You will regret today's decision. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost before. So, today you must die!"
Guo Ziheng slowly walked out of the office. That handsome man's face was covered with a haze. His eyes revealed a bit of madness.
In his hand was a loaded rifle! The pitch-black muzzle was already pointed at Yang Cheng's head!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
