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.

"I never swindle money. Without strength, no matter how much you swindle, no one will give you money. I rely on my abilities, not my image," Guo Ziheng seemed quite talkative.

Yang Chen flicked the ash from his cigarette. "Your demeanor is more promising than mine. At best, I'll win a Golden Horse Award, but you could win an Oscar."

"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered. "But why do I feel like you're the idol type?"

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

"I see a fool, someone who has no idea what they're doing, yet exudes confidence like a naive idiot," Guo Ziheng said, suddenly taking off his Armani suit to reveal a Gucci white shirt underneath.

At this sight, the men and women in the hall screamed and clamored, loudly calling for Guo's boss to teach this arrogant kid a lesson.

Guo Ziheng signaled for the hall to quiet down, his expression somewhat proud. He subtly flexed his muscles, causing them to swell under his shirt, emitting a series of cracking sounds from his bones.

"Wow, are you an action movie star?" Yang Chen chuckled. "You've put in a lot of effort into bodybuilding. Those muscles could compete in a male beauty pageant or attract sugar mommies."

"You're asking for trouble," Guo Ziheng warned.

Yang Chen sighed. "I advise you to put your clothes back on and return the money. I really don't want to fight. Even an idol like you should maintain some semblance of dignity."

Finally losing his temper, Guo Ziheng lunged forward in a sudden burst of rage!

Guo Ziheng's robust muscles were indeed formidable. He dashed towards Yang Chen and, from a distance of over two feet, swiftly spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick!

Clearly skilled in martial arts like Sanda, Guo Ziheng's movements were extremely proficient, packed with force!

As the kick came, it stirred up a gust of wind, sending documents on the nearby tables flying into the air! While everyone struggled to follow the trajectory of the kick, Yang Chen's left hand inconspicuously appeared below his chest.

"Smack!"

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!