Chapter 47

47 Yang Chen's words fell like a spark into a bucket of oil, causing all the men in the hall to show signs of anger.

"Brat, are you tired of living? Don't think that just because you have some skills, no one dares to touch you!" A burly man threw down his poker cards and, with a furious expression, charged forward, his fists swinging.

Yang Chen didn't even look up. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette with one hand and casually grabbed the swinging sandbag-like fist with the other. In an instant, he locked the man's wrist tightly in mid-air, preventing the massive fist from landing.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the man's hand deformed as if it were numb!

"Ahhh!!!"

The man screamed in pain, clutching his arm and collapsing to the ground. His arm was completely dislocated, and the pain made him drenched in cold sweat!

Seeing this dramatic change, the group of thugs who had planned to rush at Yang Chen hesitated and stopped. They were afraid of losing face, but they were even more afraid of pain!

After lighting a cigarette, Yang Chen took a satisfying puff. The group of men and women who had been shouting moments ago now showed signs of uncertainty, looking at Yang Chen cautiously, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"Those who truly make a name for themselves often care about nothing but their face. You all are still just apprentices, not yet on the right path."

With a sneer, Yang Chen picked up the dropped bag of documents. "Your ability to brag far exceeds your fighting skills. I don't know what kind of PR team Yu Lei sent before, but I think I'm a bit different from them."

With that, Yang Chen turned and continued toward the general manager's office.

"Mr. Yang, you have impressive skills, but to treat my subordinates like this in my company is really putting me, Guo, in a difficult position."

A hoarse male voice came from the manager's office, and slowly, a middle-aged man in a gray suit with polished shoes and sharp features walked out.

"Boss!!"

The group of lackeys, who had lost all their momentum, screamed again, as if this man could immediately restore their lost dignity.

Yang Chen looked at the man with interest. With his 70-30 hairstyle, Armani suit, Louis Vuitton belt, and Pierre Cardin shoes, he exuded a calm and proud demeanor typical of a successful person. He looked more like a manager of a large company than the leader of a gang or a shell company.

No wonder Yu Lei suffered a loss; there was a hidden boss. Yang Chen smiled inwardly.

"Mr. Yu Lei International, your actions have put me, Guo, in a difficult position. What do you think should be done?"

Guo, the boss, smiled sinisterly, looking calm and composed, like a seasoned Western gentleman.

Yang Chen glanced at the documents in his bag. The man in front of him must be Guo Ziheng, the boss of this gang company.

"You have a good facade; you must have cheated a lot of money."

"I never cheat. Without strength, no one will give you money. I am a man of substance, not an idol."

Yang Chen flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Your acting skills are better than mine. I can only win a Golden Horse Award, but you could win an Oscar."

"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered. "But why do I feel that you are the idol type?"

"What do you see?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.

"I see a fool, someone who doesn't understand what he's doing and is still confidently stupid..." Guo Ziheng said, suddenly taking off his Armani suit to reveal a Gucci white shirt underneath.

Seeing this, the men and women in the hall screamed and cheered, urging Guo to take down the arrogant young man.

Guo Ziheng gestured for the hall to quiet down. His face was arrogant, and he slightly stretched his muscles. The strong muscles under his shirt seemed to come to life, bulging at his chest and arms, and his bones cracked.

"Wow, an action star?" Yang Chen laughed. "You've worked out a lot. Your muscles could win a male beauty pageant and even attract rich women."

"You are courting death."

Yang Chen sighed. "I advise you to put your clothes back on and return the money. I really don't want to fight. As an idol, you should maintain your appearance."

Guo Ziheng finally lost his temper and charged forward with a swift step!

His strong muscles were no joke. Guo Ziheng quickly turned and delivered a spinning kick to Yang Chen!

He must have practiced some form of martial arts like Sanda. His movements were extremely proficient and powerful!

The kick brought a gust of wind, blowing the documents on the nearby tables into the air!

In a situation where no one could see the trajectory of the kick, Yang Chen's left hand suddenly appeared below his chest, blocking it.

"Smack!"

Unlike what others expected, Yang Chen wasn't kicked away. Instead, Guo Ziheng's foot was firmly grabbed by Yang Chen's left hand, just below his chest, unable to advance any further!

"Good aim, but a bit slow," Yang Chen commented as if he were teaching a student.

Guo Ziheng was shocked. His Sanda skills were not just for show; they were honed in the underworld. He knew the speed and power of his kick, and no one had ever blocked his attack so casually, as if it were a child's game!

The intense humiliation made Guo Ziheng furious. His face turned purple, and he growled, "Let go..."

Indeed! He couldn't free his foot from Yang Chen's grip!

How could this man be so strong!?

"I'll let go if you return the money," Yang Chen said with a casual smile.

A flash of determination appeared in Guo Ziheng's eyes. "I need to go to my office to get a check."

"You're being cooperative," Yang Chen nodded and released Guo Ziheng's foot.

Everyone was stunned. They couldn't imagine their invincible boss suddenly losing to an ordinary young man. The men and women began to back away, retreating to the elevator.

Guo Ziheng glanced at Yang Chen with a reluctant look and slowly walked back to his office. A minute later, he came out again.

"You will regret your decision today. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost, so you must die today!"

As he slowly walked out of the office, a dark cloud settled on his handsome face, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

In his hand was a loaded rifle, the black barrel already aimed at Yang Chen's head!