C215 Ah Boss Why Are You Here?

Lin Dong was facing away from Yang Zhi.

From Yang Zhi's perspective, he could only see his cousin Suen Haoyang struggling and glaring as Lin Dong held him by the neck—a pitiful sight.

Driven by urgency, Yang Zhi sprinted with remarkable speed.

He was a robust man.

This physical presence was what allowed him to command respect from his employees.

Next to him, Lin Dong seemed as different as a walnut is from an apple.

Yang Zhi was confident he could easily toss Lin Dong aside!

At that moment, hope sparkled in Suen Haoyang's eyes as his neck was gripped by Lin Dong.

His cousin Yang Zhi had arrived; surely Lin Dong would be defeated, and he would be rescued!

Come on, cousin!

Suen Haoyang cheered silently.

Just as Yang Zhi's arm was about to reach Lin Dong's shoulder, Lin Dong delivered a swift back kick.

With a whooshing sound, the kick spun around and struck Yang Zhi squarely.

Yang Zhi hadn't anticipated Lin Dong's formidable strength.

Caught off guard, he took a kick to the stomach, let out a pained cry, and was sent flying backward, curling into a C-shape before crashing to the ground.

"Brother Yang!"

"Are you okay, Brother Yang?"

"Someone help Brother Yang up!"

...

The group that had come with Yang Zhi rushed to his aid.

The hopeful light in Suen Haoyang's eyes was snuffed out in an instant.

He had assumed Lin Dong would fall to Yang Zhi, but instead, Lin Dong's kick had sent Yang Zhi soaring through the air.

As dizziness overwhelmed him, Suen Haoyang's strength ebbed away, leaving him as limp as a deflated rubber snake.

Just as he was on the verge of passing out, Lin Dong released his hold.

With a smack, Suen Haoyang dropped to the floor beside the washbasin in the restroom.

The impact brought him back to his senses.

He lay there, panting heavily.

The floor was wet with water splashed by others washing their hands, soaking his pants, and the smell near the restroom was far from pleasant.

But at that moment, Suen Haoyang couldn't care less.

He took deep, labored breaths, realizing for the first time the sheer bliss of being able to breathe!

After catching his breath, Suen Haoyang finally came to.

He looked up at Lin Dong, who stood beside him with an indifferent gaze, fear deeply etched in his eyes.

Lin Dong had nearly strangled him to death moments ago.

He never wanted to experience that brush with death again!

In Suen Haoyang's mind, Lin Dong was no longer the meek pushover he once seemed, but a vicious and ruthless demon!

Meanwhile, Yang Zhi was helped to his feet by his men.

Clutching his stomach, he glared at Lin Dong with a contorted expression and bellowed, "Get him, beat him to a pulp!"

Yang Zhi was known for his volatile temper. During Hsiao Ruloong's reign, he had manipulated those above and below him, amassing a loyal following.

But when Zhao Lee took over and restructured the company, Yang Zhi had to tone down his act.

Still, thanks to past favors, he had a handful of loyalists at his side.

At his command, his underlings charged at Lin Dong without a second thought.

Yang Zhi, grimacing with pain, trailed behind them.

The assault was imminent.

Lin Dong scoffed, standing his ground, unmoved.

Suen Haoyang quickly scrambled away, eager to avoid getting dragged into the fray.

Despite his overwhelming fear of Lin Dong, he couldn't help but hope that Lin Dong would be taken down and receive a thorough thrashing—his revenge would be sweet!

With anticipation in his eyes, the confrontation began.

Lin Dong exploded into action, surging forward and unleashing the Eight Blasts.

"Argh!"

"Ow!"

"Ugh!"

"Ah!"

...

After a chorus of agonized screams, those who had rushed Lin Dong were now sprawled on the ground.

Armed with the Eight Blasts, Lin Dong made light work of the common thugs—his hair wasn't even out of place.

He epitomized the very essence of a casual stroll!

In stark contrast were the figures lying on the ground, clutching their faces, arms, stomachs, or legs in pain.

Suen Haoyang's mouth gaped open in an O shape, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets!

He truly hadn't expected Lin Dong to be so formidable, effortlessly taking down four or five burly men.

He had witnessed the whole scene with crystal clarity.

Lin Dong charged into the group, sending people flying with each casual punch and palm strike, resembling a master from a martial arts film.

Had Suen Haoyang not seen it with his own eyes, he would have sworn such events were impossible in real life!

At that moment, Yang Zhi also made his way to Lin Dong.

His eyes blazed with fury as he raised his fist, poised to strike.

Yang Zhi had planned to attack after his men had Lin Dong entangled, thinking he could overpower him without exerting much effort and even teach Lin Dong a lesson.

But to his surprise, his henchmen were all knocked out by Lin Dong in less than five seconds – he was too fast for Yang Zhi to even react!

Lin Dong's leg shot out, landing a kick squarely in Yang Zhi's chest, catapulting him through the air. He tumbled and crashed onto the distant ground.

Yang Zhi howled in agony as he ended up right back where he started.

Suen Haoyang's eyes widened in shock, his fist shoved into his mouth.

His cousin, whom he had always admired for his strength, had just been sent flying by Lin Dong as if he were nothing more than a ball.

The previous kick might have been dismissed as luck, but this was a direct and powerful shot.

The increased force and improved effect were evident as Yang Zhi writhed on the ground, clutching his chest, struggling to rise.

The power behind Lin Dong's flying kick was undeniable.

"Trash," Lin Dong uttered coolly.

He dusted off his hands and strode forward.

To Lin Dong, Yang Zhi was nothing more than a loathsome worm.

This man had been misusing Lin Dong's resources for his own gain, watering down the drinks, and now he had the audacity to bring thugs to intimidate others.

Today, he had the gall to strike at Lin Dong; who's to say he wouldn't dare to target other patrons next time? Any resulting trouble would fall on Lin Dong to resolve, posing a significant risk.

Lin Dong's retaliation against Yang Zhi was not just punitive – it was a lesson.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Yang Zhi scrambled to his feet.

Clutching a walkie-talkie, he barked, "Attention all units, we have a disturbance on the third floor! Get over here, now!"

Once he finished, he glared at Lin Dong, his expression darkening. "You think you can stir up trouble at Haorui and just waltz out of here? Not a chance, kid!"

Lin Dong just laughed.

Hands in his pockets, he retorted, "Fine, I'll stay. I'm curious to see how you're going to stop me."

Yang Zhi clutched at his chest, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected Lin Dong to remain so composed.

Lin Dong had arrived with Suen Haoyang, maintaining a low profile at the back of the group.

Typically, someone in his position would be considered a mere underling. Yet, when he confronted Suen Haoyang, his actions were sharp and decisive, just as they were when dealing with Yang Zhi's subordinates. His calm demeanor now, in the face of Yang Zhi summoning reinforcements, was peculiar.

Yang Zhi gritted his teeth, internally wagering that Lin Dong was just putting on an act!

He had broadcasted his message across all channels, ensuring that every Haorui employee, including the executives, could hear him. Once they all arrived, with over a hundred people encircling Lin Dong, how bold could he possibly be?

As Yang Zhi's thoughts settled, a group approached.

Leading them was a woman in professional attire, exuding a composed air and a subtle authority. It was Zhao Lee, the recently promoted general manager of Haorui!

Following her were other company executives.

Yang Zhi was taken aback.

He hadn't anticipated that Zhao Lee would be among the first to respond to the all-channel call.

"Manager Zhao! Thank goodness you're here. There's a man over there causing a commotion and assaulting people. I tried to stop him, and he even attacked our staff. He's outrageously arrogant; you can't let him off the hook!"

Yang Zhi, still clutching his chest, pointed accusingly at Lin Dong.

Zhao Lee looked up, and upon seeing Lin Dong, nonchalantly standing with his hand in his pocket, her eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, "Ah, Boss! What are you doing here?"