...
The color drained from the faces of Pan Baoshun and his n.
'What use are you?'
'Does he want to kill them? Or fire them all?'
"We're all just here to make a living. Why be so serious?" Pan Baoshun said, forcing a calm deanor as he stepped forward.
None of the other security guards dared to speak up.
"You think I can't back up my words, is that it?" Jiang Xinghai stopped and stared at Pan Baoshun.
Pan Baoshun seed to have figured sothing out. "Brother Jiang, as the old saying goes, you have to respect the position. You're just a driver. We're the security guards protecting the company. Different posts, different duties. Why must you be so aggressive?"
"And you know a thing or two about fulfilling the duties of your post?"
Jiang Xinghai scoffed and walked toward Pan Baoshun step by step. "Then what, exactly, are the duties of a security guard? It's to protect the very ground you're standing on from intruders. And you? Drinking and playing cards on the job? That's a gross dereliction of duty!"
"Even so, you think you can fire us?" Pan Baoshun suddenly grew bold.
"That's right! You're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!" a sturdy, dark-skinned young man shouted.
"Brother Jiang, you're really overstepping your bounds."
"You get paid like a driver but you're trying to act like the president. Aren't you tired of it?"
"Soone like you who doesn't understand how the world works just becos a thorn in everyone's side. What's the point?"
Seeing this, the other n had no choice but to chi in.
"That's right, slacking off during work hours—drinking and playing cards—may be unavoidable. But you should at least do it in shifts, shouldn't you? At least leave so people outside on patrol, right?" Jiang Xinghai was truly disappointed.
From the perspective of an ordinary person just trying to get by, he knew everyone who ca to work was doing it to support their family.
If he were just a driver, he would of course turn a blind eye and not stick his nose where it didn't belong.
But!
His duty now was to protect the Shen Family—not just their physical safety, but everything they owned!
So, in this matter, he had to overstep his bounds!
And!
If this group had rely been negligent, he would have, at most, offered so suggestions.
But he could not tolerate them drinking and playing cards on the job.
In a way, what he was doing was indirectly saving these n.
Otherwise, if they kept this up, they would be completely ruined.
Even if he hadn't discovered it today, soone else would have sooner or later.
Besides, he had been planning to give these n a chance.
Except, of course, for their leader, Pan Baoshun.
"President Shen, I'm in the security departnt's training room. Could you co over for a mont?" Jiang Xinghai suddenly dialed Shen Lingxue's number.
"The security departnt's training room?" Shen Lingxue was completely baffled.
'What on earth is Jiang Xinghai up to?'
After hanging up, Jiang Xinghai walked out of the training room. He stopped with his back to the door and lit a cigarette.
"This..."
"Who did he just call?"
"It sounded like... President Shen?"
"President Shen!"
Pan Baoshun and his n looked at each other in disbelief, each thinking they must have misheard.
"That's right. He said 'President Shen' and asked her to co here," said Liu Jing—the one who'd once sworn he'd eat shit on a livestream—who had heard it crystal clear.
"Brother Jiang, are you sure you called President Shen?" At that mont, Pan Baoshun ca up behind Jiang Xinghai.
At so point, a dumbbell had appeared in his hand.
It seed that if Jiang Xinghai admitted to calling Shen Lingxue, Pan Baoshun would bash him over the head with it.
"There's no point in talking. We'll have an answer soon enough."
Jiang Xinghai remained expressionless, his back still turned to the door and everyone in it.
"Then you've left no choice!" Deciding to go all in, Pan Baoshun raised the dumbbell and swung it at Jiang Xinghai's head.
GASP...
The sight stunned every security guard present.
'Pan Baoshun is trying to kill him to shut him up!'
So stared with wide eyes; others instinctively covered their faces.
A blow like that from the dumbbell would surely split Jiang Xinghai's head open!
TING!
Just in the nick of ti, a sharp, crisp sound rang out.
"What!"
Just as the dumbbell in Pan Baoshun's hand was about to smash into Jiang Xinghai's head, it was suddenly stopped, caught between two fingers.
Mind you, he had unleashed the full power of a Fifth-Order Martial Artist—a blow carrying at least two hundred pounds of force!
And yet, it had been caught effortlessly between Jiang Xinghai's two fingers!
"Xinghai!"
Just then, two peerlessly beautiful won rushed over.
It was the two sisters, Shen Lingxue and Shen Lingyin.
They had arrived just in ti to see Pan Baoshun swinging the dumbbell down at Jiang Xinghai's head.
If Jiang Xinghai hadn't reacted so quickly, that blow would have surely killed him!
"President Shen!"
"It's really President Shen!"
"President Shen is here!"
All the security guards, including Pan Baoshun, froze on the spot.
"Pan... You're Pan Baoshun, aren't you!"
Shen Lingxue's face was an icy mask, her brows knitted in fury, her lips trembling as she said coldly, "What audacity! You dare to bully even my driver and assistant? Do you have a death wish?!"
'Driver *and* assistant?'
Everyone was stunned, one after another.
'So Jiang Xinghai isn't just a driver, he's also Shen Lingxue's assistant!'
'This is a disaster!'
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