HBWnovel Chapter 44: Good Skills
Chapter 44: Good Skills
Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Good Skills
Yang Chen's words were like a spark igniting a powder keg, and the men and women in the entire hall were filled with anger.
"This kid is asking for trouble! Don't think you can get away just because you have some skills!" A burly man threw down his playing cards and aggressively clenched his fists, charging towards Yang Chen.
Yang Chen didn't even lift his gaze. With one hand reaching into his pocket for a cigarette and the other casually grabbing the incoming punch, he suddenly made a swift movement in mid-air, swiftly clasping the man's wrist before his massive fist could land. In a casual twist, the man's hand was instantly contorted like a pretzel.
"Ahh!" The man cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground while clutching his arm. His bones were completely dislocated, and he was drenched in a cold sweat from the pain.
Several thugs who had initially intended to rush forward and gang up on Yang Chen hesitated when they witnessed this dramatic turn of events. They were afraid of losing face, but they were even more afraid of getting hurt.
After lighting his cigarette, Yang Chen took a leisurely drag and looked around at the group of men and women who had been making a racket. They now wore expressions of uncertainty, watching him cautiously, unsure of what to do next.
"The ones who truly make a name for themselves are often those who care about nothing but results. It seems like you guys are just amateur thugs who haven't really got the hang of things yet," Yang Chen chuckled. "Your ability to boast far exceeds your ability to fight. I don't know what kind of people the public relations sent by Yulei International were, but I think I'm a little different from them."
With that, Yang Chen picked up the discarded bag of documents and continued walking towards the general manager's office.
"Wow, this gentleman has some skills. However, treating my subordinates like this when coming to my company is a bit embarrassing for me, Guo," a hoarse baritone voice came from the manager's office. Slowly, a mature middle-aged man in a gray suit, polished leather shoes, and sharp facial features walked out.
"Boss!" The group of thugs, who had previously lost their momentum, screamed again as if this man could immediately help them regain all their lost face. Yang Chen looked at the man in front of him with interest. With his neatly combed hair, Armani suit, Louis Vuitton belt, Pierre Cardin shoes, and a face that exuded the unique composure and pride of a successful person, he looked more like a manager of a big company than the leader of a gang of thugs or a shady company.
"No wonder Yulei International suffered losses. There's a hidden boss after all." Yang Chen chuckled inwardly.
"This gentleman sent by Yulei International to collect debts has made it difficult for me, Guo. What do you think we should do?" Guo Lao, with a sinister smile, remained calm and composed, like the most seasoned Western gentleman.
Yang Chen glanced at the documents in his bag. The man surnamed Guo should be the boss of this gangster company, Guo Ziheng.
"Your appearance isn't bad. You must have swindled quite a bit of money," Yang Chen remarked.
Contrary to expectations, Yang Chen didn't get kicked away. Instead, Guo Ziheng's foot, at the ankle, was firmly caught by Yang Chen's left hand, right below the chest, unable to inch forward!
"Not bad aim, just a bit slow," Yang Chen remarked as if coaching a student.
Guo Ziheng was astonished. His proficiency in Sanda wasn't just for show; it was honed through life-or-death situations in the underground world. He knew well the speed and power of his previous kick, yet no one had ever effortlessly blocked his assault like a child playing make-believe!
A surge of humiliation made Guo Ziheng's face flush purple. He growled, "Let go..."
Indeed, he couldn't free his foot from Yang Chen's grasp!
How could this man's strength be so overwhelming?!
"You return the money, and I'll let go," Yang Chen casually replied.
A glint of menace flashed in Guo Ziheng's eyes. "I need to get a check from my office."
"Good boy," Yang Chen nodded, releasing Guo Ziheng's foot.
Everyone present was horrified. They couldn't fathom their unbeatable boss losing to such an ordinary young man. Involuntarily, they began to retreat, huddling near the elevator.
With a resentful glance at Yang Chen, Guo Ziheng slowly returned to his office. Less than a minute later, he emerged once more.
"You'll regret today's decision. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost. So today, you must die!"
As Guo Ziheng stepped out of his office, his handsome face was shrouded in gloom, his eyes tinged with madness.
In his hand gleamed a revolver loaded with ammunition! The dark muzzle was already aimed at Yang Chen's forehead!