Me! A high-ranking official!

"boom!"

The blow was both fierce and accurate, striking him squarely in the back. He felt as if his back had been struck by an iron rod, and a sharp pain exploded from his spine. He was propelled forward by the immense force, his knees hitting the carpet. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and collapsed to the floor.

The person who attacked him from behind gave him no chance to catch his breath. The moment he fell, the person rushed forward again and kicked him in the back of the head. The kick was swift and powerful, and if it landed, he would have been knocked unconscious on the spot, if not killed.

Before he could turn around, he suddenly raised his hands above his head and crossed them behind his head to block his view.

"boom!"

The kick landed on his forearm, making his entire arm go numb. He used the force of the kick to roll to the side twice, then braced himself on the carpet and quickly stood up.

He had barely regained his footing when the other person rushed in front of him and delivered a straight kick aimed at his chest.

He had no time to dodge, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest and took the kick head-on.

"boom!"

He felt as if a bull had struck his arm, and he fell backward, landing hard on the leather sofa next to him. The sofa slid back half a meter from the impact, its four legs carving deep furrows in the carpet.

The man gave him no chance to catch his breath, rushing forward and delivering another front kick, his toe aimed straight for his face. If that kick landed, his nose would be shattered.

He gritted his teeth, lunged to the right, and rolled off the sofa. The kick grazed his ear, the toe striking the back of the sofa with a dull thud, leaving a deep dent in the leather.

He rolled twice on the ground, braced himself with his palms, and quickly stood up. The man had already turned around again, his eyes expressionless, like a precise machine, and charged at him again.

He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing. His body, modified by the Treasure Basin, was finally fully activated. He focused intently on his opponent's movements; the man's punches and kicks appeared to him like a slow-motion video, every inch of movement crystal clear. He could see the slight drop in the man's right shoulder, a prelude to a right punch, and the tip of the man's left toe on the ground, a preparation for a kick.

The other person threw a punch at his face. He dodged to the side, and the fist grazed his nose. Immediately afterward, the other person threw a left hook punch at his temple. He leaned back, and the punch passed right in front of his eyes. The wind from the punch made him squint involuntarily.

He seized the opportunity when his opponent's two punches missed, clenched his right fist, poured all his strength into his arm, and punched his opponent right in the center of his chest.

"boom!"

The punch landed solidly on the man's sternum, producing a dull thud. The man groaned and stumbled back three or four steps, his back hitting the edge of the boss's desk, causing the computer monitor on the desk to wobble.

Before the other man could regain his footing, he lunged forward and unleashed a barrage of punches, raining down on him. The man managed to raise his arms to block, but he was no match for Zhao Jianguo. With each punch, his arms sank a little lower.

After five or six punches, the man's defense finally broke through. Zhao Jianguo seized the opportunity, his fist passing through the gap between the man's arms and striking him squarely in the neck.

The neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. The man felt as if his neck had been clamped by an iron clamp. His vision went black, his body tilted to the side, his knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but Zhao Jianguo's second punch came right after, to the same spot, to the neck again.

This punch was even harder than the last one.

The man collapsed onto the carpet, his body twitching twice, before he struggled to get up.

Zhao Jianguo strode forward, straddled the man, pressed his knee against his chest, pinning him to the ground, and swung his fist down on the man's gaunt face.

One punch, two punches...

The man struggled desperately at first, kicking his legs wildly on the ground and grabbing at Zhao Jianguo's arm with his hands, trying to push him away. But Zhao Jianguo was stronger, and he rained down punches, each one harder than the last, making the man's head swing wildly on the carpet.

His struggles grew weaker and weaker until finally his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness!

Zhao Jianguo, panting heavily, stopped what he was doing, straddled the other man, and looked down at him. The man's face was bruised and swollen, his nose was crooked to one side, blood smeared half of his face, his left eye was swollen so much that it was only a slit, there was a crack at the corner of his mouth, and blood was flowing down his chin onto the carpet. His eyes were closed, and he was motionless, having already passed out.

He stood up from the man, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. The spot on his back where he had been attacked still burned with pain, as did the spot on his arm where he had been kicked. A surge of anger welled up inside him. What a cunning tactic! No wonder Qi Honghai was so fearless. It turned out he had someone lying in ambush in the office all along, and a master at that. If his body hadn't been modified by the Treasure Basin, he would probably be lying unconscious on the ground right now!

He suddenly turned around and looked at Qi Honghai.

Qi Honghai half-supported himself to stand up, probably not expecting his bodyguard to be beaten down by Zhao Jianguo. He tried to escape, but Zhao Jianguo was too fast. The bodyguard was knocked unconscious in less than a minute, giving him no chance to escape. Seeing Zhao Jianguo looking over, he pretended to be calm and sat back down in his chair, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the unconscious bodyguard on the ground!

This man was hired from the city at great expense; he was a retired special forces soldier who had worked for a security company for several years and was truly skilled. Qi Honghai had personally witnessed him kick a 200-pound strongman three meters away, and he had also personally seen him take down four or five thugs who came to cause trouble at the construction site. In Qi Honghai's mind, there was no one in the entire Linshui County that this bodyguard couldn't beat. He never expected that he would be so easily defeated by Zhao Jianguo, making him feel like his million-dollar annual salary had been wasted!

"Zhao Jianguo, you'd better not act rashly. I'm the boss of the Construction Group, with hundreds of workers under my command. I've done most of the county's key projects, and I have connections with the county and city leaders."

He paused, staring at Zhao Jianguo, trying to find a trace of fear on the other's face.

"If you're going to mess with me, you'd better think about the consequences."

Zhao Jianguo looked at him and, hearing that he was still thinking of threatening him, couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then his face suddenly darkened, and he rushed forward, pushed off the edge of the boss's table, and jumped into the air, landing directly on the huge mahogany desk.

He stood on the table, looking down at Qi Honghai, and then kicked him.

The kick landed squarely on Qi Honghai's chest, causing him to scream in pain. He and the black leather boss's chair he was sitting on slid back more than two meters before crashing into the wall with a loud bang.

Qi Honghai slumped in the boss's chair, clutching his chest. His face flushed red, then quickly turned purple. His mouth was wide open, and he made a series of dry heaving sounds in his throat, but he couldn't breathe. He frantically rubbed his chest with both hands, trying to expel the air stuck in his trachea.

Zhao Jianguo jumped off the table and walked towards him step by step.

As Qi Honghai watched him approach, the fear in his eyes intensified. He wanted to speak, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he could only utter a series of indistinct syllables.

Zhao Jianguo walked up to him, bent down, grabbed his hair, pulled Qi Honghai's head off the chair, and then slammed it against the wall.

"boom!"

Qi Honghai's head hit the wall with a dull thud. He screamed, his voice sharp and short. He had broken a piece of skin on his forehead, and blood flowed down his brow bone, quickly covering half of his face.

Zhao Jianguo loosened his hair, and Qi Honghai's body slid softly off the boss's chair, collapsing onto the carpet. He tried to get up by supporting himself on his elbows, but his arms were shaking so badly that he couldn't get up after two attempts. Blood from his head flowed into his eyes, and he blinked hard, everything in his vision turning red.

"Zhao Jianguo...stop...stop hitting me...let's talk this out..."

Zhao Jianguo sneered, bent down, grabbed his hair again, lifted his head off the ground, and then slammed it down hard.

"boom!"

Qi Honghai's forehead slammed against the cement floor beneath the carpet, producing an even louder thud than before. He convulsed and let out a muffled scream.

Zhao Jianguo didn't stop; he grabbed his hair and smacked him again.

"boom!"

Qi Honghai had two cuts on his forehead, and blood was flowing down his forehead, covering half of his face. He lay on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his hands grabbing at the ground haphazardly, his fingernails scratching marks on the carpet.

"Zhao Jianguo...stop hitting him...stop hitting him..."

His voice had completely changed, trembling with sobs and pleading: "I know I was wrong... Spare me... Spare me..."

Just then, a piercing police siren came from downstairs, growing louder as it approached, and quickly stopped at the foot of the building!

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