Peerless X-ray Eyes

Zhang Dahhu stepped away from his desk, circled around Ye Fan, then lit a cigar, and looked at Ye Fan arrogantly, saying, "Haven't seen you in a few days, you've grown a lot bolder."

At that moment, Zhang Dahhu noticed something different. Back when Ye Fan hadn't been fired, every time he came to Zhang Dahhu's office, he was always cautious, walking on thin ice. Now, looking at him, Ye Fan was holding his head high and his spine straight.

There was no longer that feeling of being inferior. This change in Ye Fan surprised Zhang Dahhu, what exactly had happened these days that brought about such a transformation in Ye Fan? Could it be that this kid won the lottery, got rich, and thus felt more confident?

To tell the truth, seeing his former boss, Ye Fan was indeed a bit nervous. It was like a student who had graduated many years ago seeing a very strict teacher from the past, involuntarily becoming tense. After all, Ye Fan had worked for Zhang Dahhu for many years and had developed a certain respect for him.

That was also the reason Ye Fan had come here. He wanted not only to avenge Zhang Wei but also to prove that he was no longer his past self, that everything before had become history. Ye Fan was ready to start anew with his miraculous clairvoyance ability.

"Indeed different. But, I am very curious, how did you dare to come here?" Zhang Dahhu suddenly asked, his tone becoming stern, his eyes flashing coldly. Actually, Zhang Dahhu was somewhat unsure at that moment. Based on his understanding of Ye Fan, this person was usually very low-key and rarely took risks. Coming here alone might mean he was prepared.

Ye Fan stretched his arms and walked straight to Zhang Dahhu's desk, leaning casually against it, casually taking a cigar from the exquisite box, lighting it, and taking a deep draw. With disdain, he glanced at Zhang Dahhu and said, "Why wouldn't I dare come? It's you who owes me, not the other way around."

Zhang Dahhu saw Ye Fan taking his beloved cigars so casually, his eyebrows twitched violently. Even his vice-directors, who ranked just below him in the company, wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous in his office. But now, a once timid employee dared to act so brazenly in front of him.

Zhang Dahhu couldn't help but sneer, saying, "Not bad, you've grown much bolder in just a few days. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really won't realize King Ma has three eyes."

Ye Fan laughed heartily, and then said seriously, "What? Planning to get physical? We live under the rule of law. If you hit me, I dare to sue you for every penny you own."

Zhang Dahhu gave Ye Fan a cold look and said, "Trying to bluff me? I was out mixing it up in society when you were still in diapers. Believe it or not, I can take you down right now."

In the past, Ye Fan would probably have been scared silent by now, but things were different. He nonchalantly put the leftover cigars in his pocket, then turned to look at Zhang Dahhu and said, "Threatening me? Do you think I was raised on fear? Touch me with a finger and see what happens."

Provoked by Ye Fan, Zhang Dahhu gradually lost his reason. He snatched the cigar from Ye Fan's mouth and threw it to the ground, crushing it fiercely with his foot, then coldly said, "Brat, you're asking for it. I'm going to take you down today." With that, Zhang Dahhu suddenly lunged to grab Ye Fan by the collar.

Zhang Dahhu, who had been mingling in society since he was young, although he had retired from Jianghu for many years, still had his martial arts foundation. He moved quickly and skillfully. After grabbing Ye Fan's collar, he forcefully pulled down while his knee shot up, intending to give Ye Fan a 'welcoming gift'.

Following a muffled thud, Zhang Dahhu's leg twitched violent twice - he felt his knee hit not Ye Fan's head but a hard rock, which stung painfully.

Before Zhang Dahhu could make another move, Ye Fan grabbed his hair with a backhand pull, and rapidly raised his right knee, slamming it hard against Zhang Dahhu's head, who, caught off guard, felt a heavy blow and then a warm gush from his nose.

His nose was bleeding!

Ye Fan, satisfied with his successful strike, felt elated by his soaring combat strength – Zhang Dahhu, over 1.8 meters tall with a stocky build covered in tough flesh, was usually not an easy match for three or five average men.

But now, he had been taken down easily by Ye Fan.

"You fucker!" Zhang Dahhu struggled on the ground and with much difficulty got back up. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, leant on his desk, and looked at Ye Fan with rage. "You actually dared to hit me, I'm going to kill you today." Once he'd finished speaking, Zhang Dahhu quickly pressed a button on his desk phone and bellowed, "All of you, get the hell up here."

Calling for backup?

With his confidence through the roof, Ye Fan was unconcerned. They say twin fists are no match for four hands. If it were any other company, Ye Fan probably wouldn't be so cocky, but having worked here for three years, he knew these security guards all too well – nothing but local hooligans. They were good for nothing except bullying the meek.

Soon enough, five security guards rushed into the office. The head of security, seeing the blood all over Zhang Dahhu's face, was nearly scared out of his wits. Zhang Dahhu's own office, and he was beaten to a bloody pulp, the head of security was gravely neglecting his duties.

"Director Zhang, are you alright?" The head of security quickly came over to support Zhang Dahhu, asking cautiously.

Zhang Dahhu raised his hand and slapped the head of security, angrily saying, "Are you fucking blind? Don't you see I'm bleeding?"

After receiving a slap, the head of security awkwardly managed a smile, then turned his anger to the men under him, shouting, "Are you all idiots? Didn't you see Director Zhang got hit? Go find a doctor, quick."

The security guards, seeing how furious both Zhang Dahhu and their head were, weren't sure what to do and ended up running out in a panic to find a doctor.

Zhang Dahhu was so enraged by these stupid subordinates that his hair stood on end. He smacked the head of security again and yelled, "You son of a bitch, I didn't call you here to get a doctor, but to hit someone. Call them all back here."

"Director Zhang, your injury is serious," the security chief said with a hand over his face and a gloomy look on his face.

"Serious my ass, it's just a broken nose, I'm not going to die," Zhang Dahhu roared loudly.

Fearing another beating, the security chief quickly stepped aside and shouted to the guards who were running away, "All of you, get your asses back here."

The guards ran back in a mess and obediently lined up, waiting to be lectured.

"I really want to see who's got the balls to get physical with Director Zhang. It looks like someone's got a death wish," the security chief said, cursing under his breath.

The security chief searched the room and found no one else besides them and Ye Fan. He immediately asked, "Did you see the person who hit Director Zhang just now?" In the security chief's mind, an honest person like Ye Fan would definitely not be capable of attacking Zhang Dahhu, and besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't beat him.

Zhang Dahhu, having regained some strength, helplessly held his forehead and looked at his stupid subordinates. It was just Ye Fan and him in the office, so it obviously must have been Ye Fan who hit him.

"Are you retarded? It was him who hit me, now get your act together and deal with him," Zhang Dahhu thought of going over to teach the security chief a lesson, but the sharp pain in his waist stopped him, so he just grabbed the cigar box and threw it at the security chief.

"Damn, Ye Fan, you've got some guts to lay a hand on Director Zhang. If we don't mess you up today, we can't face ourselves under Director Zhang's command," the security chief said contemptuously, glancing at Ye Fan. Then, turning to Zhang Dahhu, he nodded and bowed like a groveling dog, "Director Zhang, to what extent do you think we should take it?"

Zhang Dahhu, still furious, immediately said, "Beat him to a pulp."

"Alright!" The security chief lit a cigarette, gestured at the guards with his hand, and then pointed at Ye Fan, arrogantly adding, "Beat him to a pulp."

The four guards looked at each other, clearly disdaining Ye Fan as they rubbed their hands eagerly to come closer. One guard even boasted, "Guys, leave this to me. I've been too idle lately, and my hands have been itching for action. Today I'll get my fix."

"Damn, my hands are itching too."

"Do you two have no shame? It's rare to get such a good opportunity, and you want to hog it while we just watch?"

"How about we play rock-paper-scissors to decide? Whoever wins goes first."

The clueless four guards naively started playing the children's game, using rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go first. Zhang Dahhu's nose was almost crooked with anger at these useless idiots.

Ye Fan shook his head, resigned. The most incompetent ones in the security squad were all here, and it really didn't raise his spirits at all.

"Rock-paper-scissors..."

"Haha, I win! Let me have my fun first—damn, who the hell hit me..."

Before the guard could react, Ye Fan's big slap had already landed on his face. Skinny as a monkey, the guard couldn't withstand Ye Fan's raging blow and was knocked to the ground instantly.

Before Ye Fan could make a move, the remaining three guards turned tail and ran.

"A bunch of useless things," Zhang Dahhu said through clenched teeth. These damn subordinates boasted so big, making themselves out to be martial arts masters, but when it came down to it, they all turned into cowards.

The security chief glanced down at the guard Ye Fan had slapped to the ground, then looked at the imposing Ye Fan, and involuntarily swallowed. He quietly stepped back two paces.

"You're up!" Zhang Dahhu said to the security chief.

The security chief immediately clutched his stomach and grimaced, "Damn it, I must have eaten something bad at lunch, my stomach hurts."

"You got lucky today, otherwise, I'd cripple you," the security chief dropped a harsh line and ran out of the office.