Upon hearing the system's congratulatory words, Christopher Yard had an overwhelming urge to slap the system in the face. However, he knew he couldn't physically touch the damn system, so he abandoned the futile idea. Afterwards, Christopher Yard let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he had prepared in advance and quickly disabled the defense mode. It only took him 20 seconds; otherwise, tens of thousands of thumbs-up would have vanished again. After completing all of this, Christopher Yard rubbed his forehead and slowly opened the car door, stepping out of the car while muttering under his breath, "Why not continue cursing?" Christopher Yard's brother, Bai Ren, had been threatened by the Gu family. Now, being insulted and threatened by this individual under the Gu family, his mood was extremely sour. Just moments ago, he had aggressively rammed into Zong Wanting's car multiple times, nearly reducing the Ferrari GTC4Lusso to rubble before finally coming to a stop. If he hadn't done this, he wouldn't have been able to release his pent-up anger. Do you think you're so superior? I possess capital that is ten thousand times greater than yours! If you dare to continue acting arrogant, I will make you suffer even more unbearable pain. For instance, physical pain or career setbacks. At this moment, Zong Wanting had no idea what Christopher Yard was contemplating in his mind, nor did he have any desire to find out. In this moment, he was seething with anger due to Christopher Yard's provocation, his rage intensifying! Zong Wanting also raised his gaze and coldly stared at Christopher Yard before a cold smile crept onto his lips. "You little brat, I will make sure you understand the consequences of offending me." "What are you all staring at? Can't you see that this person in front of you is here to cause trouble?" Zong Wanting turned his head to address the bodyguards from Wanxing Hotel, shouting his words. Upon hearing Zong Wanting's command, these bodyguards exchanged glances, a hint of malice appearing on their faces. They somehow managed to find sticks and a cruel smile formed at the corners of their mouths. "Punk, this time you've really asked for it, daring to..."As the big guy with bulging muscles on his arms spoke, Christopher Yard grabbed a broken piece of the car body that had just been smashed and hurled it fiercely at him, cutting him off. The broken piece of the car body flew towards the big guy at an incredible speed, leaving a distinct trail in the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound. "Bang!" Before the big guy could react, the heavy piece of the car body struck him hard on the forehead. Instantly, this seemingly fearless individual collapsed to the ground. His body crashed onto the ground, blood oozing from his forehead. Soon after, he lost consciousness. "Punk, you're asking for trouble!" The other security guards nearby were shocked to witness their comrade being swiftly defeated by Christopher Yard. However, they dismissed it as mere luck on Christopher Yard's part. They believed that as long as they all attacked together, they would surely beat this punk to a pulp, forcing them to kneel and beg for forgiveness. With this thought in mind, a sinister smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.Punk, it's your fault for provoking our manager. Is our manager someone you can easily mess with? Without hesitation, they surrounded Christopher Yard and swung their black sticks at him. The sound of whistling filled Christopher Yard's ears. "Anyone who dares to swing a stick, I'll break their hand!!!" Christopher Yard grew extremely impatient with these small fries. He didn't even feel the need to utilize his powerful martial arts skills. Instead, he simply seized one of the sticks from the small fries, his expression turning fierce. "Bang!" As Christopher Yard grasped the stick, the veins on his arm bulged. To the astonishment of the security guards, the stick he held was instantly crushed. "Whoosh!" Christopher Yard then delivered a powerful kick, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, sweeping towards the individuals beside him. In an instant, many of their sticks were shattered by Christopher Yard's kick. The security guards were filled with horror. They had refrained from using iron sticks out of fear of causing serious harm. These were merely wooden sticks. Yet, this punk had effortlessly broken their sticks with a single leg sweep. Witnessing this, the security guards' minds echoed Christopher Yard's previous words: "Whoever dares to swing a stick, I'll break their hand!!!" The bodies of these security guards trembled uncontrollably. They had never imagined that this seemingly fragile individual could overpower them in such a manner. All the security guards, clutching their sticks, trembled uncontrollably as they looked at Christopher Yard with fear in their eyes. They dared not advance any further! Damn it, he crushed the stick with one hand and broke many sticks with one leg. Is this guy normal? How can a regular person possess such skills? Who the hell did Wan Ting provoke? How could he let us confront someone like this? Can weak security guards like us win against someone like him? Regret filled the hearts of the security guards. The arrogance that had adorned their faces earlier had completely vanished, replaced by a bitter expression. Inwardly, they cursed Wan Ting.Christopher Yard was now completely disinterested in these small fries. If he hadn't been consumed by anger earlier, he wouldn't have crushed the stick so effortlessly. With this in mind, he abruptly turned and fixed his gaze directly on Wan Ting. Then, in Wan Ting's terrified eyes, Christopher Yard slowly approached him. Cold words escaped Christopher Yard's mouth: "You called me a little bastard earlier, so why don't you continue calling me that?" Upon hearing Christopher Yard's words, Wan Ting's right hand trembled as he hastily pointed at Christopher Yard, stammering, "I-I am the manager of Wan Xing Hotel. I have people behind me. If you dare..." But before he could finish, Wan Ting let out a scream.