Chapter 10: Who Is Intimidating Whom?

This bastard—even his salute has a touch of style. Chen Aijia grumbled inwardly, then ordered Anya to make a call: “Tell Wang Hu to come over and take his new subordinate to work!” Perhaps it was the unsettling feeling that she’d found this guy attractive for a moment; Chen Aijia forced herself to find it repulsive, cloaked in a sense of superiority. She glanced at Yang Changfeng, scrutinizing the fleeting, natural expression on his face—something subtly sorrowful and mocking—before returning to her executive chair and settling into it with deliberate grace.

Rich people, damn, they’re so reckless!

Yang Changfeng chuckled inwardly and sat himself back on the sofa, even crossing his legs with ease.

You want to make me bow my head with a contract? Go ahead and try!

Chen Aijia snapped, “Don’t you know the rules of the workplace? Stand up when I tell you to!” With a casual flick of his little finger at his ear, Yang Changfeng replied with disdain, “Don’t you know I don’t have the faintest idea what rules even mean?”

Chen Aijia was taken aback. She’d met tough types before, but never one this brazen.

I’m the boss—how dare you defy me?!

She immediately produced the contract. “According to—” She noticed her voice had faltered, quickly cleared her throat, then continued, “According to Article Eighteen of the contract…”

Yang Changfeng sneered, “Then kick me out, or dock my pay if you want.”

Goddammit…

Anger and frustration surged within Chen Aijia. Only now did she realize this contract was nothing but a worthless sheet of paper!

Dock his pay? The bastard has no money for the company to deduct. Not only that, he actually owes the company one hundred and fifty thousand—no, he owes her that amount personally. With skin as thick as his, he couldn’t care less about being in debt.

Kick him out? That could work, but wasn’t her aim to keep this bastard in the company so he’d stop bothering her?

Legal action? The contract itself was utterly illegal. If its clauses ever leaked—especially to the sensationalist media—the company’s reputation would be ruined!

What does it mean to be caught in your own web? This is exactly that!

Chen Aijia had to admit, she’d lost this round.

She’d thought assigning him to the security department might be too harsh, and didn’t want Wang Hu—the head of security and a notorious figure with ties to shady characters—to sense her vague intentions. But now, since the proper channels couldn’t handle this bastard, she would just let him be damned!

At that moment, Anya entered with a burly man whose face was broad and fleshy, towering over the others. The man paused upon seeing Yang Changfeng, and a glint of menace flashed in his eyes as he realized the boss had summoned him for some task.

But this weakling? He’s here to stir trouble in the security department?

“Boss!” The newcomer bowed slightly; his demeanor in front of others was impeccable.

Chen Aijia’s eyes flashed coldly as she nodded, then pointed at Yang Changfeng. “His name is Yang Changfeng. He’s my—my relative. He’ll be a regular security guard in your department. Take good care of him, understand?”

Such blatant favoritism?

Wang Hu was stunned. In his experience, Ms. Chen was never this impulsive. If she were, the security department would’ve been cleaned up long ago.

Or was this a show of force?

Yang Changfeng suddenly felt disappointed in Chen Aijia.

A boss, being scrutinized by a subordinate from the security team—so all her lofty airs were reserved for honest, unthreatening people.

Just a paper tiger after all; he’d thought she was truly untouchable.

He nodded lightly to Wang Hu. “I’ll do my job well. But… never mind, we’ll talk later. You go on with your business.”

We’re not that familiar. Ideally, you’d never come looking for me again!

Chen Aijia felt a surge of inexplicable anger. Was that contempt in his eyes directed at her?

Wang Hu gave a sly smile, striding over and extending a hand as if warmly welcoming him. “I’m Wang Hu, captain of the security team. What should I call you, brother? Let’s shake hands—consider this your welcome.”

Yang Changfeng smiled calmly. “Wang Hu, right? I’ll call you Captain Wang from now on. You really have some presence.”

Wang Hu’s face darkened, his callused right hand slapping down fiercely.

Damn it, whatever this kid’s background, he needs to be put in his place.

He’d seen arrogance before, but never to this degree—not even giving his name, acting like he was someone important!

Yang Changfeng was just considering how to provoke Wang Hu, only to find Wang Hu had already decided to teach him a lesson.

Perfect—bring it on. He’d been a king among soldiers for so long, but without a worthy opponent, what’s the fun?

His right hand, much smaller than Wang Hu’s fan-like palm, caught Wang Hu’s incoming hand lightly in midair. Wang Hu’s eyes shrank, shock racing through him.

Damn it, where did Chen find this guy? He’s a real expert!

That subtle grasp—any skilled fighter could sense the danger. Swift, precise, with no attempt to deflect the incoming force—a sign of immense confidence, and this opponent truly justified that confidence.

The two hands collided with a dull, heavy thud. Wang Hu immediately tried to pull away, but he hadn’t anticipated facing such a person. His right hand was caught by fingers that felt soft, yet like a black hole, completely absorbing his force. His strength vanished, as if sinking into a mire.

Wang Hu yanked hard, trying to retrieve his arm.

Yang Changfeng smiled serenely, applying a slight pressure with his fingers. “Captain Wang, you’re very enthusiastic. Thank you—I look forward to your guidance.”

Wang Hu clenched his teeth. In that instant, it felt as if his hand was wrapped in burning-hot iron laced with five steel rods, the searing pain shooting from his fingertips straight up his spine.

Sweat poured from his forehead, soaking his collar, and his breathing halted.

It hurt—damn, it hurt!

Chen Aijia and Anya exchanged bewildered glances. Wang Hu’s arrogance was legendary throughout the company. What was happening? He couldn’t even speak in front of Yang?

Wasn’t he supposed to be provoking him?

No matter how they tried to rationalize it, it never crossed their minds that Yang Changfeng might be a master—a top-tier one at that.

Yang Changfeng’s smile grew broader, while Wang Hu was nearly in tears.

That lesson in humility had landed, but now—who was teaching whom?