Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

No matter when or where you go, there will always be people like this.

Using his little bit of power, he took advantage of his colleagues everywhere, and even wanted to hug all the female colleagues.

A man like the guy with glasses, who might grope Che Xiaorui in the broadcasting room today, could make a move on other women elsewhere tomorrow.

If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll only become more and more arrogant.

Before Chang Kun could even speak, Che Xiaorui stepped out from behind him, pointed at the man's nose, and started cursing.

"You dare to act like a scoundrel towards me? Just you wait, this isn't over!"

The bespectacled man's expression changed slightly, but he remained defiant: "Stop making baseless accusations! Who laid a hand on me? What proof do you have?"

"Evidence?" Che Xiaorui sneered.

"The slap mark on your face is proof! Do you want to go out and let everyone in the waiting room see how the guy the new section chief brought is behaving like a hooligan in the broadcasting room?"

The man with glasses instinctively covered his left cheek, his eyes flickered a few times, and he took half a step back.

He glanced at Chang Kun, then at Monkey King, and roughly assessed the situation. He knew he couldn't possibly defeat two opponents alone, especially since there were already people peeking around the broadcasting room. Making a big fuss about this wouldn't do him any good.

"Okay, you guys are good."

He straightened his collar, took two steps toward the door, then turned back and glared at Che Xiaorui, "You just wait."

"I'm waiting!" Che Xiaorui said defiantly. "If you've got the guts, don't leave. Let's go find Sima Bin and have a word with him! I want to ask him what kind of people he brought out!"

You think you can just walk away after acting like a thug? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Chang Kun blocked the doorway, staring intently into the eyes of the bespectacled man.

Skill deterrence activated!

Chang Kun's gaze suddenly changed. His usually gentle eyes now resembled two drawn swords, piercing coldly with an indescribable murderous aura, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The bespectacled man trembled at the gaze, the hairs on the back of his body standing on end, as if he were being stared at by some ferocious beast.

He instinctively took two steps back, his lower back hitting the edge of the table, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"What...what are you going to do?" His voice began to tremble.

Chang Kun didn't make a move, nor did his expression change. He just stared at him, his gaze pressing down inch by inch, like a knife on a whetstone, slowly sharpening its edge.

"What's your name?" Chang Kun asked, his voice filled with authority.

"Ma... Ma Wencai." The bespectacled man swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding Chang Kun's gaze, which drifted to the side.

Chang Kun stared intently at his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and his fingers, not missing a single subtle movement. His ability to detect lies was activated, allowing him to identify whether the other person was lying.

"Ma Wencai, what did you just do to the radio announcer?"

"I...I was just joking with her."

Ma Wencai's voice was weak, his eyelids twitched, and his right hand unconsciously twisted the seam of his trousers—signs of guilt.

"A joke?" Chang Kun took half a step forward, his gaze darkening further. "You put your hand on her arm, and you call that a joke?"

Ma Wencai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips trembled twice, but he couldn't utter a word.

His eyes darted towards the door, searching for an escape route.

"I'm asking you, did you ever do something like this at your previous workplace?"

Ma Wencai suddenly raised his head, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, which he then suppressed, shaking his head desperately.

"No! Absolutely not! This is my first time..."

Judging from his rapidly blinking eyelids, stiff facial muscles, and the pause before he spoke, Chang Kun knew that the kid was lying.

"First time?" Chang Kun sneered. "On your first day at work, you dared to flirt with a female colleague, and you dare say it's your first time?"

Ma Wencai's face turned pale instantly.

Chang Kun took another step forward, and the two were almost face to face, their gazes like two knives, leaving Ma Wencai nowhere to escape.

"I'll ask you one more time: did you work at your previous company?"

Ma Wencai's lips trembled several times, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He wanted to shake his head, but Chang Kun's gaze was like two knives pressed against his neck, making him lack even the courage to shake his head.

"I...I..."

He stammered, his voice barely audible, "At my previous workplace, there was a woman... I just touched her hand..."

His eyes were darting to the upper right; he was fabricating a lie.

"More than that, isn't it?" Chang Kun's voice was as cold as a winter wind. "Touching your hand? Touching your hand could get you transferred from your original unit to follow Sima Bin here?"

Ma Wencai's body began to tremble, and beads of sweat trickled down his nose.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if something was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Che Xiaorui stood up from her chair, staring at Ma Wencai with eyes blazing with anger: "You've done this kind of thing before at work? How many times have you slept with them?"

Monkey King also walked over, arms crossed, face ashen, staring intently at Ma Wencai.

The three men's gazes were like three knives, closing in from three directions. Ma Wencai was surrounded, with nowhere to retreat or hide.

Chang Kun's intimidating presence caused his mental defenses to crumble inch by inch, like a wall developing cracks that grew larger and larger until they finally collapsed with a crash.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..." Ma Wencai slumped against the edge of the table, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Before, at the Daxing Railway Section, I...I harassed several female colleagues...I not only touched one of them, but also...I threatened her not to tell anyone, or she wouldn't be able to stay at the workplace..."

Before she could finish speaking, Che Xiaorui was already trembling with rage: "You beast!"

Monkey King clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and took a step forward, only to be stopped by Chang Kun.

"Anything else?" Chang Kun stared at Ma Wencai, his gaze unwavering.

Ma Wencai was so terrified that he spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

"And another time... I cornered a female broadcaster in the broadcasting room and wouldn't let her out... She cried for help, so I covered her mouth... Later, things got out of hand, and my brother-in-law had to step in to save me..."

The broadcasting room was eerily quiet.

Che Xiaorui's face turned pale then red, then pale again, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white. She recalled the scene from just now.

If Chang Kun and Monkey King hadn't arrived in time, what would this beast have done to her?

Monkey King couldn't hold back any longer and kicked him in the leg: "You beast! You're a fucking beast!"

Chang Kun, on the contrary, calmed down. He took half a step back, withdrew his intimidating stance, and shifted his gaze away from Ma Wencai as if looking at a pile of garbage.

Thinking everything was alright, Ma Wencai's body went limp, and he slid down the edge of the table, panting heavily.

Chang Kun suddenly made his move.