Chapter 65: The Absolute Pinnacle of the Security Industry

Emboldened by Lin Qingyun's aggressive stance, Shen Mingxuan immediately regained his confidence and said, "There's no need for an apology. My uncle just needs to make Mr. Ye forgive Huamei."

"No way! He must apologize to you!"

Lin Qingyun gave the reclining chair another kick and berated, "Get up right now and apologize to Mingxuan! If you don't get up this instant, I'll kick you to death."

Yefan shifted the hat covering his face, revealing one eye, and looked at Lin Qingyun in surprise. "Lin Qingyun, are you truly uncomfortable unless you get beaten up every single day?"

As soon as these words dropped, the onlookers erupted in uproar!

The two good-for-nothings of the Lin family, Lin Qingyun and Lin Canglan, were notorious in Pengcheng. People working in the companies surrounding the Lin Corporation all recognized them.

The onlookers present today knew Lin Qingyun very well.

What shocked them to the core was that a mere security guard dared to speak to Lin Qingyun in such a manner. Had he grown tired of living?

"You bastard! A lowly security guard like you dares to talk to me, the captain of the security squad, like that? Looks like you're itching for a beating!"

Lin Qingyun roared in feigned anger, though inside he was ecstatic. He was dying for Yefan to talk back to him in public so that he could have his bodyguards teach Yefan a lesson right then and there.

Thus, he kicked the reclining chair once more and barked, "Get your ass up! If you don't roll out of that chair right now, don't blame me for being unpolished."

"Go ahead and try being unpolished with me!" Yefan replied, keeping one eye fixed on Lin Qingyun.

"Good! Very good, excellent! Today, I'll make a lowly guard like you deeply understand the consequences of showing contempt for your superiors."

Acting as if he were burning with rage, Lin Qingyun turned to the bodyguard behind him and ordered, "Give this insubordinate little guard a thorough lesson! Hit him hard—if you go too easy, he won't learn his lesson."

The bodyguard stood completely motionless, as if he hadn't heard a single word.

"I told you to move! Are you deaf?" Lin Qingyun scolded.

*The hell? As a member of Hell's Gate, striking the Gate Master is an act of insubordination—a capital crime...* The bodyguard thought to himself, maintaining a completely expressionless face as he said, "I can't beat him."

*Thud!*

It felt as though Lin Qingyun's head had been kicked by a mule. The triumphant expression of vengeful glee on his face instantly morphed into the strained look of someone severely constipated.

"Surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?" Yefan asked playfully.

Panic instantly gripped Lin Qingyun. His heart raced, the corners of his mouth twitched, the flesh on his face trembled, and his legs and entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

He wanted to run!

Yes!

Flee!

He knew all too well that given Yefan's temperament, if he didn't run, Yefan would definitely slap him—and do it right in front of everyone.

If he were slapped by Yefan in front of so many outsiders, his reputation would be completely ruined!

"If you dare to run, I dare to break your legs!" Yefan said coldly, instantly reading Lin Qingyun's thoughts.

Lin Qingyun, who had just turned around to make a run for it, froze in terror and didn't dare to move another inch.

"Kneel!" Yefan commanded.

"This..."

Panic set in for Lin Qingyun. He absolutely could not kneel in front of so many outsiders; that would be even more humiliating than being slapped publicly.

He scurried over to the side of the reclining chair and whispered pleadingly, "Yefan, I was wrong. Let's resolve family matters behind closed doors. Can't you spare me a little face?"

"Kneel, or your legs get broken!" Yefan's voice dropped to a freezing chill.

Trembling violently from fear, Lin Qingyun dropped heavily to his knees with a thud!

The crowd of onlookers surged with commotion!

Every single spectator wore an expression of sheer shock and utter disbelief.

Lin Qingyun, who had just been bellowing about putting the security guard in his place, had somehow ended up on the losing end in the blink of an eye and was now forced to kneel!

What an absolute blockbuster of a spectacle!

This was top-tier juicy gossip!

The esteemed eldest son of the Lin Corporation's chairman, the former vice president of the Lin Corporation, a member of the Lin Corporation's board of directors, and the uncle of the current Lin Corporation president—

Was actually kneeling before a lowly security guard!

For a moment, all the onlookers cast curious gazes toward Yefan, who was still lounging in the chair with his hat covering his face.

Who on earth was this guy?

What kind of background did he have?

To actually use his identity as a security guard to force Lin Qingyun to his knees!

Was he the ceiling of the security industry?

The most overpowered guard of all time?

"Hey, leg-massager, did I give you permission to stop?" Yefan asked.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Shen Mingxuan hurriedly crouched back down and resumed massaging Yefan's legs, while a tumultuous storm raged within his heart.

So this butcher wasn't just merciless to outsiders!

He was just as ruthless to members of the Lin family!

"Alright, everyone disperse! You all gathered in such a large group—planning to put on a square dance show for me?" Yefan said coldly.

At these words, the cluster of onlookers quickly scattered in all directions.

Since even Shen Mingxuan and Lin Qingyun were people they couldn't afford to offend, these ordinary folks dared not provoke him even more.

"Mr. Ye, please name your terms. As long as you are willing to forgive Huamei and the Shen family, I will agree to any condition."

Unable to bear the humiliation of massaging Yefan's legs any longer, Shen Mingxuan decided to cut straight to the chase and negotiate with Yefan.

"Should've said that a lot sooner!"

Yefan removed the hat from his face, pulled out a small slip of paper with a bank account number written on it, and handed it to Shen Mingxuan. "First, pay me one hundred million as compensation for emotional distress. Second, every single member of the Shen family must write a ten-thousand-word letter of self-reflection. Once the money hits the account and the letters manage to move me, I'll forgive Shen Huamei and the Shen family."

Lin Qingyun, kneeling off to the side, was secretly terrified. This butcher really had the audacity to ask for the moon, demanding a hundred million right off the bat. There was no way the Shen family would ever agree to that.

"I agree to pay you the one hundred million, but Huamei is the one who offended you—why do all members of the Shen family have to write letters of self-reflection?" Shen Mingxuan asked, bewildered.

Lin Qingyun was completely baffled as well. Just how heavily had Shen Huamei offended Yefan for Shen Mingxuan to agree so readily to hand over one hundred million?

"Go back and write them. The Shen family only gets this one chance. If you fail to write them properly, hmph..." Yefan emitted a chilling cold snort.

"Fine!"

Shen Mingxuan nodded, stood up, and departed.

"Um... exactly how did Shen Huamei offend you?" Lin Qingyun couldn't help asking.

"Slap yourself ten times, then get lost!" Yefan said coldly.

Lin Qingyun: "..."

"Make it twenty!" Yefan added icily.

Panicking lest hesitating increase the count to thirty, Lin Qingyun frantically slapped his own face, and once finished, fled like a fleeing rabbit straight into the Lin Corporation headquarters.

After leaving, Shen Mingxuan didn't go straight home. Instead, after making a phone call to Shen Lin, he headed directly to the Shen Corporation.

He rounded up four senior copywriters and had them help draft the letters of self-reflection.

Once completed, Shen Mingxuan took the printed letters and, together with his father, mother, and Shen Huamei—who had already arrived at the company—made his way over to the Lin Corporation.

It was still before the morning shift ended.

"Mr. Ye, allow me to introduce them. This is my father, Shen Lin; this is my mother, Xue Fengmei; and as for my younger sister Shen Huamei, you've already met her!"

Acting entirely like a subordinate, Shen Mingxuan respectfully introduced his parents to Yefan before handing four sets of self-reflection letters over, saying, "Mr. Ye, these are the letters of self-reflection written by our family of four. Please review them."

"So fast?"

Yefan took the letters in surprise, but after glancing at just the first page, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Printed? Is this your idea of sincerity?"