Zhen Fanjian was on the verge of vomiting blood. Struggling to rise, he could only flop onto the floor and scream at the other guards.

"You useless pigs—what are you standing around for? Beat him up, I’ll take full responsibility. I want him to know who’s boss here—dragons must coil, tigers must crouch!"

His authority had been shattered in front of his subordinates, humiliated by Wang Fan’s brutal beatdown. How could he swallow this?

The guards exchanged uneasy glances. They were furious at being called pigs, but they hesitated. Wang Fan had taken down Zhen Fanjian with ease—charging in now would only get them wrecked too. Still, Zhen Fanjian was their team leader. Disobeying him was risky.

Wang Fan wasn’t about to give them the chance to gang up on him. Hearing Zhen Fanjian’s order, he strode forward and delivered a vicious kick to the man’s face. The heavy sole of his boot connected squarely, knocking Zhen Fanjian out cold.

He already crossed the line with me—might as well go all the way. Better to piss off one Zhen Fanjian than every guard in the place. If word got out that he’d been beaten by the entire team, his job would be over before it began.

"Call 120!" "Get him to a hospital!"

With Zhen Fanjian unconscious, the guards had no interest in playing hero. They quickly hoisted him up and dragged him out, leaving Wang Fan and Zhang Tiezhu alone in the office.

"Zhu Zi, you good?" Wang Fan walked over and asked.

"Yeah… I’m fine." Zhang Tiezhu eyed Wang Fan warily, clutching his chest. He hadn’t expected the new guy to be this ruthless.

"Good. Let’s get back to work." Wang Fan smiled, completely unfazed.

Zhang Tiezhu grimaced. "Uh, Brother Wang… you just beat up Zhen Fanjian. You’re screwed in the security department. He’s the cousin of our department head, Zhen Qianrun. You really pissed off the wrong guy."

"Zhen Qianrun’s way more dangerous than Zhen Fanjian. Rumor has it he’s got backing from some high-level executive in the company. You should call Manager Dai—"

"No need," Wang Fan waved him off. "This is a minor issue. Silverland Group isn’t some backwater outfit—they won’t fire me over this."

Calling Dai Yuying? Are you kidding? He’d just beaten up a team leader within two hours of starting. How could he possibly explain that to her? If he got fired, he’d leave without even telling her.

Back in the lobby, Wang Fan resumed his duties as if nothing had happened.

The two front desk girls watched the commotion unfold and now stared at him with newfound interest.

Zhen Fanjian had been a nightmare—a lecherous creep who harassed them under the guise of "work," sometimes even getting handsy. They’d endured it because of his connections, but now?

Wang Fan had just avenged them.

"Hey, do we have something on our faces?" Wang Fan approached, rubbing his nose nervously. Had he gotten even handsomer? Spring fever, maybe? First he saved Dai Yuying, then the little demon girl, and now these two receptionists were staring at him like—

The shy one blushed furiously and looked away. The bolder one, however, leaned on the counter, resting her chin on her delicate hand as she locked eyes with him.

"Brother Fan… you’re so handsome. I want to treat you to dinner tonight."

"Huh? Really?" Wang Fan blinked. "You sure? I’m broke right now."

Damn it.

Zhang Tiezhu, seething with envy, almost wished he could strangle Wang Fan. Hey, little girl, let me take you out instead—I’ve got money!

"Hehe, Brother Fan, you’re funny," the girl giggled. "Don’t worry, I’ll pay."

She introduced herself with a flourish. "I’m Huang Tingting. This blushing cutie is Ye Xiaowu. Nice to meet you!"

"I’m Wang Fan—"

"HEY!" A deafening roar cut him off. towering man—nearly two meters tall—with bull-like eyes stormed in, pointing an accusatory finger at Wang Fan. "What the hell is going on here? Who gave you permission to flirt with the front desk? Get your ass over here!"

Huang Tingting and Ye Xiaowu paled instantly. Even Zhang Tiezhu tensed.

"Brother Fan, that’s Zhen Qianrun—the department head," Huang Tingting whispered fearfully.

"Shut the hell up, you little whore!" Zhen Qianrun bellowed. "When did I say you could speak? Want me to report you to your boss?"

Huang Tingting shuddered and fell silent.

Wang Fan narrowed his eyes. Is this how Silverland Group operates? Or is this some damn mafia den? The language alone was enough to make him gag.

"So you’re the new guy, Wang Fan," Zhen Qianrun sneered. "Impressive—beat up your team leader on your first day and start dating the front desk. Doesn’t matter who your connections are. You’re fired."

"But you can’t leave yet. I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon to handle your assault case."

"I didn’t assault anyone!" Wang Fan protested. "He started it—he said he was testing my fitness!"

"Bullshit!" Zhen Qianrun’s voice rose. "Newbies don’t get special tests. I say you’re guilty, and that’s final. Don’t argue!"

"You—" Wang Fan clenched his fists, then forced himself to relax. "He did start it."

Zhang Tiezhu hesitated, then added softly, "Sir… Wang Fan’s telling the truth. I saw it happen."

"Who asked you, you dumb bastard?!" Zhen Qianrun exploded, slapping Zhang Tiezhu across the face before he could react.

The blow was brutal—Zhang Tiezhu, who couldn’t even beat Zhen Fanjian, stood no chance against the department head. He crumpled to the ground, dazed.

Wang Fan’s vision darkened. This is it. If he backed down now, he’d be trampled forever.

He took a step forward.

And then—

"WANG FAN!" sharp voice cut through the tension.

Dai Yuying stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable.