Chapter 33: The Fool Who Came Courting Death

When the car arrived at the company, all the employees recognized it—the boss had arrived.

Today seemed a bit early.

But when they saw that the driver was the newcomer from yesterday, and not the ever-reliable Anya, their thoughts became much more complicated.

Had Secretary An lost favor?

Yang Changfeng didn’t even bother to open the car door, waiting inside for Chen Aijia to get out on her own.

Chen Aijia, annoyed, said, “Can’t you at least observe some manners?”

Manners?

Can you eat those?

Yang Changfeng remained indifferent. Expecting him to open the car door for Chen Aijia was simply impossible!

Left with no choice, Chen Aijia wondered if letting this man drive her was a mistake, but she could only push open the door herself. The employees who had rushed over, hoping to open the door for her, were left dumbfounded— they’d hoped to seize this golden opportunity before Yang could.

But why was the boss getting out of the car by herself?

With a trace of exasperation, Chen Aijia said, “Don’t mind him, I can’t even control this man. All right, get to work. If you’re late, Anya won’t cut you any slack.”

What was going on? Secretary An hadn’t lost favor, so why hadn’t she driven the boss today?

Wang Hu entered through the main entrance, standing at a distance with a cold gaze. He felt certain Yang Changfeng was flaunting himself in front of him.

This kid is here to ruin things. No, he has to be dealt with!

Waving over two trusted subordinates, Wang Hu gave them quiet instructions. The two men sneered—so what if you’re the boss? In this company, the real authority lies with the head of security. Who stays, who goes, at least in the security department, is set in stone. Without the boss’s nod, you won’t last there; you’d better recognize who really calls the shots!

Chen Aijia looked worried—her overt support of Yang was both a move against Wang Hu and a helpless measure.

If she didn’t prop him up, what else could she do?

He simply couldn’t be suppressed; he was like a hedgehog—try to handle him, and you’d end up bloodied by his spines.

Anya arrived soon after, driving the car Chen Aijia usually used.

Employees were completely bewildered, but didn’t dare to ask questions. Even the vice presidents sensed something was amiss and hurried upstairs with their heads down.

Chen Aijia glanced at Wang Hu and shook her head inwardly. This scoundrel would probably have to be handled by this prickly Yang after all.

After coming up from the underground garage, Yang Changfeng was stopped by two security guards.

“Brother Hu says all new security must go through combat training. Come with us. Don’t make trouble!” one guard barked.

Ready for a fight?

Yang Changfeng was so excited he could barely stand still. Damn, this is how real men solve problems. What’s the point of all this whining? If there’s a conflict, just settle it with a fight!

The other guard sneered, “Kid, don’t think you can act wild just because the boss likes you. You know the rules here or not?”

Yang Changfeng ignored him, hoping Wang Hu would come down in person. He’d love to beat him black and blue.

But that was unlikely. Wang Hu was a senior executive—he wouldn’t stoop to this himself. He had plenty of henchmen, and if there were any real fighters among them, they’d be the ones sent in.

But henchmen?

That’s exactly who he wanted. Beat up ten today, ten tomorrow, and in less than a month they’d all be gone—leaving Wang Hu utterly isolated. Let’s see how much trouble he can make then.

The two guards thought Yang Changfeng was scared stiff and grinned viciously, each taking an arm and escorting him to a room next to the underground garage—not just a garage, but also a huge gym.

The basement had two levels—the first was the gym and a small parking area, reserved for the management’s nice cars. Employees’ vehicles were parked on the second level.

The gym was spacious, over three hundred square meters, fully equipped, and even had a small boxing ring.

There weren’t many people in the gym at that moment—just over a dozen security guards in boxing gear, bouncing around.

These kinds of opponents—he could beat a thousand of them!

Yang Changfeng stood below the ring. On the platform, several muscular men were boasting about their conquests from the night before. Yet, they were clearly skilled fighters, especially one man with sallow skin. He didn’t look particularly strong, but he was clearly a Brazilian jiu-jitsu expert—the armbar he’d just used in sparring was a move favored by Brazilian special forces.

This guy had been a mercenary!

Yang Changfeng grinned.

It seemed taking out Wang Hu’s henchmen was going to be more effective than going after Wang Hu himself.

“Is this the one who doesn’t know the rules?” The men on the ring stopped sparring and deliberately asked the two guards holding Yang Changfeng.

The two sneered, “The boss sent this kid to be a spy. Brother Hu says he needs a lesson. The company provides us with such a nice gym—every security guard should know some fighting techniques. Today we start training him, teach him some rules.”

As they spoke, the two tried to drag Yang Changfeng onto the ring, one laughing, “Kid, enjoy it—being a spy isn’t as easy as you think.”

“Is that so?” Yang Changfeng had his eyes on these enforcers; he needed to neutralize their fighting ability.

Chen Aijia wasn’t short on money—she could afford a few medical bills.

“Is this a challenge?” Yang Changfeng looked up at the fighters on the ring.

The two guards fumed—how dare he resist?

One twisted Yang Changfeng’s arm, and together they prepared to rough him up.

“No, not a challenge. We’re going to teach you how to behave,” the Brazilian jiu-jitsu fighter said with a grin.

Yang Changfeng nodded, then struck without warning.

In a flash, he reversed their grips, twisted their arms back, and with two crisp cracks, both their arms broke, their screams echoing like slaughtered pigs.

“These amateurs dare to teach others a lesson?” Yang Changfeng showed no mercy, circling behind, grabbing their hair, and yanking hard. Doubled over with pain, the two lost control and were hurled backward.

Yang Changfeng chuckled, retreated rapidly several steps, dragging the two across the floor like bouncing balls. Don’t underestimate this move—their spines wouldn’t be straight for at least half a year.

The fighters on the ring were stunned.

This guy was vicious, skilled, and utterly ruthless—a real expert.

Laughing, Yang Changfeng tossed aside the two ruined guards and leapt into the midst of the astonished security staff. No questions asked—he’d knock them down before anything else.

“Stop!” The fighters on the ring shouted in fury, jumping down one after another to block him. Someone yelled, “Get Brother Hu. We have to kill this bastard today!”

Yang Changfeng’s heart was cold—today, it wasn’t them making trouble for him, but him dismantling Wang Hu’s foundation. This group of skilled fighters probably didn’t have clean backgrounds. After knocking them down, he’d dig up their dirt and make Wang Hu cough up blood.

To catch a thief, you don’t always go after the kingpin first. Whittling away bit by bit could be just as effective.