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Ye Heng stepped into the lobby of Hongchang Company again.

The noisy card-playing and shouting continued.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey! This kid dares to come back?" A blond-haired guy, his eyes bloodshot from losing, slammed down his cards, pointed at Ye Heng, and cursed, "I was in a bad mood because I was losing money, and you're back just in time to make up for it!"

The others joined in the laughter, gathering around with hostile looks.

Ye Heng seemed not to hear, and without even glancing to the side, walked straight toward the elevator.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you!" Huang Mao felt ignored and became enraged. He grabbed a bottle and tried to step forward.

Ye Heng didn't stop walking, but just glanced to the side and gave a cold look.

For some reason, the blond-haired man's heart skipped a beat, and his hand holding the wine bottle froze in mid-air.

While he was still in a daze, Ye Heng had already entered the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor.

The elevator is going up.

On the sixth floor, at the entrance to General Manager Shi's office, the two subordinates were still there, leaning against the wall smoking.

When they saw Ye Heng walk out of the elevator alone, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they revealed a playful smile.

"They're back again? Are they looking for trouble?"

Ye Heng pushed open the office door.

Just as Mr. Shi was about to leave for dinner, he saw Ye Heng return, and his face instantly darkened: "Kid, you fucking ignored me? You really think I wouldn't dare break your leg?"

"Who do you think you are, to deserve my orders? Pay me back right now!" Ye Heng said succinctly, standing in the center of the office.

"Give me back the money?" Mr. Shi shouted at the door as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Ah Long, Ah Hu! Come in here and break this kid's legs! Teach him a lesson!"

He could let Ye Heng off the hook once, but if the other party tried to shit on his head, he would show them what cruelty was!

The two henchmen, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, rushed in immediately upon hearing this, their fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles cracked.

"Boss, you should have been beaten up a long time ago!" The bald man called Ah Long grinned and pounced on Ye Heng first.

Ye Heng slightly shifted his body, easily dodging the powerful punch. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers gripping Ah Long's wrist like iron pincers, and twisting it in the opposite direction.

"Snap!"

A crisp, terrifying sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out!

"Ah—!" Ah Long let out a pig-like scream as his entire arm twisted at a bizarre angle. Before he could react, Ye Heng's knee had already slammed into his abdomen.

"Ugh!" Ah Long's eyes bulged out, and he spat out gastric juices. His nearly 200-pound body flew backward like a broken sack.

With a loud bang, it slammed heavily onto Boss Shi's luxurious mahogany desk, scattering documents and cigar boxes everywhere. It then slid to the floor, curled up, unable to move except for painful groans.

The cigar that Mr. Shi was holding slipped from his mouth in shock from the sudden loud noise and the terrible scene, falling onto his expensive trousers and burning a hole in them, but he didn't even notice.

He just stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Ye Heng, who had just lost one of his capable subordinates in an instant.

"Attack him together! Kill him!" Boss Shi suddenly came to his senses, pointed at Ye Heng and shouted shrilly, his voice distorted with shock and anger.

The remaining Ah Hu and the two other tattooed burly men who rushed in upon hearing the commotion were both shocked and enraged by Ah Long's miserable state. They exchanged a glance and then pounced on him simultaneously with fierce determination!

One man threw a punch at Ye Heng's head, another kicked at his lower body, and yet another grabbed a metal ashtray from the table and smashed it into the back of Ye Heng's head. Their teamwork was seamless, and their attacks were ruthless, all aimed at vital points. Clearly, they were used to such bullying tactics.

Despite being surrounded by three people, Ye Heng remained completely unfazed.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he didn't turn around, but sidestepped the ashtray that was thrown at him. The ashtray flew past his ear and hit the wall with a loud bang.

At the same time, he parried the sweeping leg with his left hand, and with his right fist clenched, he struck first, meeting the fist that came straight at him.

"Bang! Crack!"

The two fists collided, but a cracking sound was heard!

The burly man who attacked Ye Heng felt as if his fist had hit a hammer; his finger bones shattered instantly, and the excruciating pain made him scream.

Ye Heng's punch, still powerful, slammed forward and struck his nose.

"Pfft!" Blood mixed with tears gushed out from his nose, and the burly man covered his face and fell backward.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Hengge's left hand, which was sweeping his leg, changed from a palm to a claw, grabbed the opponent's ankle, and pulled and twisted it forcefully!

The burly man lost his balance and was swung halfway through the air before slamming into the third thug who had just regained his footing and was trying to rush forward.

"Bang!" The two collided and rolled to the ground. One was dizzy from the impact, while the other twisted his ankle and screamed in pain while clutching his leg.

In the blink of an eye, the four usually domineering and ruthless henchmen were all lying on the ground, some clutching their broken arms and legs and howling in pain, others curled up and groaning in agony, completely incapacitated.

The whole process was swift and efficient, taking only a dozen seconds.

Mr. Shi sat in the boss's chair, his face twitching uncontrollably. His previous arrogance had vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented sense of shock.

For the first time, he realized that his so-called "capable henchmen," whom he had spent a lot of money supporting, were so vulnerable in front of this seemingly weak young man, as if they were made of paper!

"Men! Get up here! Grab your weapons!!" Boss Shi suddenly jumped up from his chair, grabbed the internal phone, and roared.

Immediately, a jumble of footsteps echoed downstairs.

The dozen or so people playing cards on the first floor, along with thugs from other areas of the company, totaling more than twenty people, stormed up to the sixth floor with steel pipes, baseball bats, and even machetes.

They blocked the office door and the outside office area, their faces fierce, staring at Ye Heng as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

"Kill him for me! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

Looking at his many subordinates, Boss Shi regained his confidence. So what if they are good fighters? Can they outnumber me?

More than twenty thugs wielding weapons roared and surged into the office like a tide, coming from the door and the side, swinging their weapons at Ye Heng! The small space was instantly filled with the glint of knives and clubs, and a murderous aura.

Ye Heng's eyes turned cold, and he charged into the crowd!

His movements were so fast that he was left as a blurry afterimage.

Every move was precise and ruthless, without the slightest unnecessary action.

Ye Heng used his fists, feet, knees, and elbows, each contact accompanied by a muffled thud and a scream.

He was like a highly efficient and ruthless fighting machine; wherever he went, people flew, weapons fell from hands, and the sound of bones breaking was incessant.

Inside the office, screams, crashes, and the sound of weapons falling filled the air, mixed with a strong stench of blood.

Less than two minutes later, the last thug who was holding a machete was kicked in the chest by Ye Heng, sent flying backward, crashing into a bunch of tables and chairs, and lying on the ground vomiting blood.

More than twenty thugs wielding weapons lay sprawled on the ground, groaning and howling, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Ye Heng slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Boss Shi, who had already shrunk to the corner and was deathly pale.