Give Him Four Slaps

Hearing the voice, everyone immediately looked over.

All the security guards widened their eyes instantly, as if they had caught sight of a glimmer of hope, their hearts surging with emotions.

"It's Director Guan!"

"Director Guan—"

"That's wonderful, Director Guan is here!"

"..."

Seeing Guan Sheng, Qi Xiaohu's eyebrows twitched slightly, a look of shock crossing his face.

This... isn't this man...

Before he could react, he saw a figure walking out from the elevator entrance.

It was Li Yuyan!

Why were they here?

Ah Long, whose iron rod had been caught, was suddenly startled, staring with immense shock at the cold-faced young man standing right before him, finding it utterly unbelievable.

His full-strength strike... was just... caught like that?

He had undergone rigorous professional training and knew very well that this single strike of his was powerful enough to beat a full-grown tiger to death.

An ordinary person could never possibly have intercepted it.

Yet the person before him had not only caught it, but remained calm and composed, looking as though it took no effort at all. This generated a profound sense of unease deep within Ah Long's heart.

A bead of cold sweat broke out on his forehead as his wrist continually wrenched at the iron rod in his grasp.

Yet no matter how he struggled and pulled, the iron rod felt as though it had been welded into Guan Sheng's hand; try as he might, he could not yank it free.

Before he could recover from his astonishment, Guan Sheng fixed his gaze upon him, his eyes carrying the bloody glare of a gaze cast from the depths of hell.

"Is that it?"

On the ground, Liu Long, whose face was still half-pinned beneath a foot, trembled with intense excitement upon hearing that familiar voice. "Di... Di... rector!"

Swish!

A blast of wind from a palm rushed forward like a tidal wave.

Ah Long was alarmed and tried to retreat, but his speed was far too slow. Especially in front of Guan Sheng, he was no different from a crawling turtle.

Following that—

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out.

That heavy slap landed squarely across his face, instantly knocking him head over heels.

With a heavy thud.

This professionally trained bodyguard, under Guan Sheng's hands, didn't even have the opportunity to counterattack before he was beaten to the brink of death, left with only a single breath remaining.

Effortlessly.

Extremely simply.

As easy as drinking water.

To take a life as casually as drinking water—such was the scene before them.

Looking at the unconscious bodyguard Ah Long, who lay bleeding from all seven orifices, Qi Xiaohu wore a look of profound shock, his expression turning ugly.

Guan Sheng pulled Liu Long up from the floor, glanced over the wounds covering his body, and then turned his gaze toward the others.

Those bleeding were still bleeding.

Those with lame legs were still limping.

Their posture was wretched to the extreme.

It was utterly humiliating to speak of—the subordinates of the formidable God of Slaughter, the Magic Blade, had actually been beaten to such a miserable state.

"Director..."

"Director Guan..."

"I'm sorry, Director, we..."

All the security guards walked up to Guan Sheng, lowering their heads in deep guilt, presumably feeling that they had brought shame upon him.

As for Guan Sheng, he patted a few of them on the shoulder. "All of you, lift your heads up."

His voice was full of vitality, echoing like a grand bell, carrying the steely hardness and chill of tempered iron.

"My men, even if you lose a fight and face death, you must keep your chests puffed out and your heads held high."

"Since you've chosen to follow me, show me whether you are worthy of it."

"Stop acting like a bunch of soft-hearted cowards, do you hear me?"

As his words fell, everyone present was deeply stirred. One by one, they lifted their chins and puffed out their chests, their blood-stained faces revealing a sharpness as piercing as that of wolves.

Standing nearby, Li Yuyan witnessed this scene and couldn't help but recall a young military commander she had seen long ago while accompanying her grandfather on an inspection of a certain military region.

For some reason, the imposing aura of that commander fell short of Guan Sheng's at this very moment.

That kind of majesty—one that looked down upon the world, commanded all directions, and compelled the very heavens and earth to submit.

Having finished instructing his subordinates, Guan Sheng finally turned his gaze toward Qi Xiaohu and the others.

His eyes grew cold and stern. "Were you the ones who beat my men?"

Zhao Qingqing swallowed hard, feeling a flutter of panic in her heart.

"Qi... Young Master Qi..."

Qi Xiaohu patted the back of her hand by way of comfort, then glared at Guan Sheng with his usual arrogance.

"Who did I think it was? Isn't this the Li family's impostor son-in-law, Guan Sheng?"

"You piece of trash who dared impersonate my younger brother, Qi Xiaolong, what brings you here to act wild?"

"Could it be that, having been chased out of the Li family, you don't even have a place to live anymore?" he said with a tone of mockery.

Guan Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Liu Long immediately pointed at Qi Xiaohu's head and said, "Boss, this is the bastard who tried to seize the twenty-seventh floor and ordered his men to beat us."

Guan Sheng put his hands behind his back and also pointed at Qi Xiaohu's head. "Then what are you standing around for? Go over there and give him a few slaps across the face so he learns to remember this lesson."

Liu Long was momentarily stunned, but without a shred of doubt regarding Guan Sheng's words, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Qi Xiaohu.

Seeing this, Qi Xiaohu was dumbfounded. "Hit me?"

"Are you courting death?"

"Someone, beat him to death for me!"

Never before had he encountered a member of the lower classes who dared to offend him to such a degree.

With that, a bodyguard behind him stepped forward, shielding Qi Xiaohu, and raised his fist toward the approaching Liu Long.

Yet—

Right at that moment!

Clang!

A flash of cold steel materialized, and several spurts of fresh blood splashed across the ground with a hiss.

Following that—

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Those were five fingers belonging to the bodyguard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" A miserable scream rent the air.

The bodyguard froze instantly; before he could even tighten his fist, his fingers had been cleanly sliced off.

He hurriedly clutched his palm, a pale face fraught with terror, and hastily squatted down to scoop up his severed fingers before fleeing frantically toward the stairwell.

If he hurried to get them reattached now, there might still be time!

At that moment, everyone present was struck dumb with astonishment.

Guan Sheng slowly wiped the blood from the blade of his long saber, his chilling gaze sweeping across the bodyguards standing behind Qi Xiaohu.

"Is there anyone else willing to block a blade for your dog of a master?"

Swish, swish, swish!

All the bodyguards instinctively took a neat step backward in unison.

There were none left!

Most certainly none left!

Qi Xiaohu: "..."

"You... you people..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his collar tighten abruptly.

His expression changed drastically. He turned his head, only to be met by a swift slap to the face.

"Crack!"

Liu Long gripped his clothing tightly and delivered a vicious slap right across the face of this wealthy young master.

The heavy blow left a deep, crimson bloodstain burning on his cheek.

Liu Long muttered resentfully beneath his breath: "Looking down on me, will you!"

"Calling me lower-class, are you!"

"Courting death, am I!"

"Comparing me to a fly, are you!"

"..."

"Crack!" Another slap followed.

This strike shook the flesh on Qi Xiaohu's face so violently it quivered several times over.

His mind went blank, filled with a mixture of humiliation and burning rage, yet he found himself utterly unable to retaliate.

Without his bodyguards, how could he possibly be a match for Liu Long?

Liu Long continued to roar: "Just because you were born into wealth, do you think you have the right to trample upon other people's dignity?"

"Do you think you're something special? You're just a guy with a rich father and a wealthy family! Without those, what the hell are you!"

"So what if we're security guards? When I work as a security guard, I rely on my own hands and feet. I don't steal and I don't rob! What makes us the garbage in your mouth?"

"What makes us lower-class people?"

"..."

It was as though he were venting all the grievances he had pent up inside.

"Crack!"

Yet another slap landed.

He wanted to wipe away the long-hidden discontent in his heart, to strike down every single look of contempt and every gaze of disdain!

He glared fiercely at Qi Xiaohu, roaring coldly: "Why aren't you running your mouth now?"

"Weren't you acting so arrogant just a moment ago?"

"Speak to me, damn you—speak!"

"..."

"Crack!" The fourth slap resounded through the air!