Come Along with Us

Back home, they didn't talk much and each went to shower and sleep.

The next morning, Shen Lang woke up, let out a sigh of relief, and stretched his body.

Su Ruoxue happened to come downstairs, dressed in an office lady uniform that accentuated her charming curves. Her eyes were a bit red, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well last night.

Just as Shen Lang came out of his room, he greeted Su Ruoxue, "It's still early, you can sleep in a bit more."

"Mind your own business, don't block my way," Su Ruoxue huffed, sidestepping him and heading into the bathroom.

As a big man at home, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Shen Lang didn't bother to argue, and after both had freshened up, they went to their respective companies.

Huahai City First People's Hospital.

Inside a certain ward.

Zhang Wenzhi lay on the hospital bed, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Yesterday, he had been intoxicated by Shen Lang and rushed to the hospital, diagnosed with severe alcohol poisoning, almost causing neurological problems.

Fortunately, the doctors had exerted all their efforts to save him, so he didn't suffer any lasting consequences.

Although the alcohol had been cleared from his system, Zhang Wenzhi still felt dizzy and couldn't get out of bed.

"Shen Lang, damn you!" Zhang Wenzhi cursed loudly, his face contorted in fury.

He had originally planned to embarrass Shen Lang in front of Su Ruoxue, but ended up making a fool of himself instead.

Zhang Wenzhi was almost driven mad; he had never been this embarrassed before. His hatred towards Shen Lang had escalated to the point where he wanted to stab that pretty boy to death!

"Boss, you called for me." The hospital room door opened, and a man in a suit walked up respectfully to Zhang Wenzhi.

"Have you found out about that kid named Shen Lang?" Zhang Wenzhi asked urgently.

"Yes, boss. That kid is the new PR Manager of Lingya International Fashion Company, hired just yesterday," the man in the suit promptly replied.

"PR Manager?" Zhang Wenzhi was momentarily stunned, then his face twisted with anger, "Damn it, that bitch Su Ruoxue pretended to be innocent with me before, but she's been secretly keeping this pretty boy. Quickly, get that kid Shen Lang here for me, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, boss."

At the entrance of Lingya International Building, it was only seven o'clock, and Su Ruoxue had already gotten used to coming to the office so early.

"Hello, Miss Su!" Just as she entered the gate, the two security guards greeted her first.

Su Ruoxue nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hello, Miss Su!"

All the way, a group of employees greeted Su Ruoxue with restrained faces.

A group of beautifully dressed women, usually very confident in their managerial roles, all lowered their heads respectfully and greeted Su Ruoxue, their faces full of restraint.

As the CEO, Su Ruoxue's aura was quite impressive. In the hearts of Lingya Group employees, Su Ruoxue was their goddess—strong-willed, decisive, with a keen business acumen—an object of admiration and respect.

Su Ruoxue took the elevator to the top floor and entered her office as usual.

About ten minutes later, Shen Lang arrived at the company by taxi. He was hoping for his salary to be paid soon because at this rate, he was running out of money even for taxi fare.

As he got out of the taxi and walked towards the company building, a large van suddenly roared up and stopped by the roadside.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. As a top-level killer, he clearly sensed hostility; someone was targeting him.

Sure enough, the van's door opened, and five muscular men in black vests got out.

"Kid, are you Shen Lang?" The bald leader pointed at Shen Lang, his fierce expression evident.

"Boss, it's him!" Another muscular man beside him stepped forward and said.

Shen Lang said calmly, "I am Shen Lang. What's the matter?"

The bald leader approached, sneering at Shen Lang, "Kid, come with us."

Shen Lang couldn't help but find it amusing, "Why should I go with you?"

"Kid, if you don't want to get punched, I advise you to cooperate!" the bald leader roared.

Shen Lang chuckled coldly, "Is that so? Haha, actually, I'm a reasonable person. I prefer not to use my fists unless absolutely necessary."

"Don't act tough because your fists aren't tough enough."

Shen Lang grinned, "Wrong, it's because if I start throwing punches, even I won't be able to control myself."

With that, the muscular men froze in place.

Thugs on the street were generally straightforward fellows, adept at fighting and chopping, but a bit slow on the uptake in terms of language comprehension.

The guy means his fists are tougher than theirs?

After figuring it out, Big Brother couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Cultured people sure had a different way of acting tough.

Quickly committing this new method of acting tough to memory, Big Brother thought he could use it himself in the future.

"Well well, kid, you're good at acting tough, but I'll soon turn you into an idiot!" Big Brother chuckled and instructed his cronies beside him, "Beat this kid up first, then grab him and take him away!"

The muscular men approached maliciously, their faces twisted in sinister grins.

One of them slapped Shen Lang across the face with force.

Shen Lang remained expressionless, swiftly grabbing the man's fist and twisting.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out as Shen Lang snapped the man's arm, causing him to scream in agony.

"Get him!" Another muscular man aimed a powerful kick at Shen Lang's waist.

Shen Lang didn't bother to dodge.

"Thud!"

A dull sound echoed as the kick landed, causing the man to gasp in pain, nearly collapsing from the immense agony shooting through his leg.

He felt like he had kicked a stone; Shen Lang's waist was as hard as rock!

"Damn, is this guy even human?" The man was dumbfounded.

Shen Lang stepped forward calmly and delivered a straight punch, hitting the man squarely on the nose.

"Smack!"

Blood spurted from the man's nose, and he immediately passed out.

"Useless! Get him, quick!" Big Brother roared in frustration.

Unfortunately, in less than half a minute, Shen Lang effortlessly dealt with all five tough guys, clapping his hands as if it were as easy as eating and drinking.

"Holy crap, how is this possible?"

Big Brother's scalp tingled; this kid was too skilled!

After knocking down these thugs, Shen Lang steadily approached Big Brother, step by step.

Though not very bright, Big Brother knew running was probably not an option now. It would be too embarrassing. He had no choice but to fight.

He refused to believe this kid was that formidable.

"Die!"

A vicious glint flashed in Big Brother's eyes as he swung a hammer-like fist toward Shen Lang's head.