Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

At Bai’s Group celebration of victory, in the president’s office of Zhang Group.

"Bang!"

An expensive ashtray smashed directly onto the handmade Italian carpet, shards scattering everywhere.

"Useless, they are all a bunch of useless trash, all this talk of international financial prowess, I see you’re all nothing but a bunch of trash, unable to take down even a small Bai’s Group, what’s the point of hiring you, useless, all of you are useless."

Zhang Tianfeng, his face filled with rage, sat in his chair, his complexion grim to the extreme. Before him lay a laptop on which appeared a person wearing a God mask, gazing indifferently at Zhang Tianfeng.

Facing Zhang Tianfeng’s roar, the man in the God mask spoke dispassionately, "We are useless, then what does that make you, Mr. Zhang? You’re nothing but a middleman, don’t be so arrogant. Additionally, considering our many past collaborations, I advise you not to provoke Bai’s Group again. They are not someone you can handle. It’s better to compete openly and honorably in business; otherwise, it will end up hurting others as well as yourself. Moreover, the deposit has been fully returned to your Swiss Bank account. Our cooperation ends here. Goodbye, or as you say in China, we’ll not meet again."

"Son of a bitch, to hell with you, what the hell do you think you are, daring to speak to me like this, get lost, get the fuck out."

Watching the computer screen go dark, Zhang Tianfeng flew into a great rage, grabbing a laptop worth tens of thousands from the table and violently smashing it to the ground. The laptop immediately shattered into pieces, completely totaled.

Zhang Tianfeng, without a glance, sat coldly in his chair, muttering to himself, "Bai Zhiqing, oh Bai Zhiqing, it seems I’ve underestimated you. I didn’t expect there to be such a powerful force backing you. You got lucky this time, but next time, you won’t be so fortunate."