44: Beware, I'll Have My Men Carve You Up!

Having served as an assassin for years, Shen Yifei certainly had the acting chops for this.

Upon receiving permission, Shen Yifei headed towards the stairwell.

Two burly bodyguards still stood at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing Shen Yifei clear the front desk, they let him pass.

Haisha Textiles Co. was a mid-sized company, naturally unable to compare in scale to Ayanga International Holdings. Its corporate building was modest, but after a brief search, Shen Yifei located the General Manager's office on the top floor.

Just as he was about to knock, Shen Yifei heard unusual sounds emanating from within the office—sounds that left little to the imagination.

"Mmm, ah, General Manager Liu, regarding the company housing..."

"Alright, alright. Just keep me satisfied every day, and that apartment is yours."

A stunning woman in a crisp uniform was bent over the sofa, her body glistening with perspiration, her skirt hiked high by the bald man beside her.

This bald man was Liu Qiang, General Manager of Haisha Textiles Co., currently leveraging his position to exploit his attractive secretary.

Outside the door, Shen Yifei let out a dry chuckle. *This* company boss truly was a lecher, engaging in such sordid acts right in his own office.

Unsure when the two would finish, Shen Yifei, growing impatient with the wait, simply pounded on the door.

"General Manager Liu in?" Shen Yifei called out loudly.

The two inside the office jumped in fright. Liu Qiang instantly deflated and roared, "Damn it! What the hell are you knocking for? Get in later, I'm doing important business!"

Shen Yifei sneered, continuing to pound, "General Manager Liu in?"

"What the f*ck, stop knocking!" Liu Qiang bellowed.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The knocking didn't cease; it intensified, like a jackhammer.

Liu Qiang completely lost his drive and bellowed in a fit of rage, "Damn it! What the hell are you knocking for, trying to break the door down?!"

Left with no choice, Liu Qiang hastily dressed, the secretary scrambling to do the same.

'Who the hell is so tactless?! I'll break his legs!' Liu Qiang fumed inwardly, his face dark as he opened the door. Seeing Shen Yifei's unfamiliar face, he couldn't help but bellow, "Who the hell are you? Which department are you from?"

Shen Yifei shot a glance at Liu Qiang. The bald man appeared to be around forty, short and pudgy, with a massive azure dragon tattoo coiled around his arm. *This* was a General Manager? Anyone who didn't know better would assume he was some kind of street thug. The secretary inside, her flush hadn't quite faded, was quite attractive. The bald man certainly had a certain luck with the ladies.

"Didn't you hear me talking to you?" Liu Qiang roared, agitated. Everyone in the company wore an employee ID, but this kid had none. Liu Qiang had no idea who Shen Yifei was or where he came from.

"I'm from Ayanga International Holdings, here to collect a debt," Shen Yifei said coolly.

Liu Qiang's expression shifted. He sneered darkly. "Collect your damn money, my ass! You ruined my mood and you still dare come for a debt? Get lost! Watch out, the boss will have you carved up!" Those bitches at Ayanga International must have rusted brains, daring to send a man to collect a debt? This was practically a challenge to his authority. If they'd sent a woman, he'd be laughed at for bullying women after beating her up. But sending a man? This was practically an invitation for him to beat someone senseless.

"General Manager Liu, you're awfully quick to threaten carving people up. You've got quite the nerve, don't you?" A surge of annoyance rippled through Shen Yifei. That Liu Xiaoxiao was indeed up to no good. This General Manager Liu clearly intended to default on the debt; a typical negotiation would never get the money back. But now that he was here, Shen Yifei had no intention of leaving empty-handed. Dealing with men like Liu Qiang was precisely his specialty.

"Kid, do you think I'm playing games with you? You want money? You won't see a dime! Now get the hell out of here!" Liu Qiang's face was contorted in rage. Shen Yifei sneered. "You want me to leave? You're not qualified to make me."

Seeing the audacity of this young man, Liu Qiang instantly exploded in a fit of pique. "Kid, you dare speak to *me* like that, I'll—"

Before Liu Qiang could finish, Shen Yifei impatiently cut him off. "General Manager Liu, I'm done wasting words. Just pay up today."

Liu Qiang took a deliberate step forward, looking at Shen Yifei as if he were a complete imbecile, his pudgy face twisted into a sneer. "Kid, are your eyes blind, or is your brain stuck in a vise? Can't you tell I run the streets? And you still dare ask for money?"

"I don't care what circles you run in. So you're not going to pay back the five million?" Shen Yifei grew even more impatient.

Liu Qiang roared furiously, "I'll pay you a big fat nothing, you damn punk! You won't wise up until you see the coffin, will you?! Do you believe I'll kill—"

Before he could finish, Shen Yifei kicked out with lightning speed, his foot connecting squarely with Liu Qiang's crotch.

"AIYOOOO!!!"

Liu Qiang, whose face had been contorted in a sneer moments ago, now had his pudgy features twisted into a grotesque mask, letting out a bloodcurdling shriek. The secretary by the sofa shrieked in terror as well.

"You're asking for death, kid!" It took Liu Qiang a good while to clamber back to his feet. He swiftly drew a dagger from his waist and lunged fiercely at Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei didn't flinch. He simply reached out and clamped onto Liu Qiang's bulky arm. Liu Qiang's right hand seemed to hit an immense, invisible resistance, freezing in mid-air. Within mere seconds, Liu Qiang's pudgy face turned a purplish-red. He found that no matter how much he strained, he couldn't budge his right arm a single inch. Shen Yifei held his arm in an unyielding grip, making it utterly immobile. Liu Qiang gasped sharply. *This* kid's strength was far too immense!

Shen Yifei had originally intended to simply rip off Liu Qiang's arm, just to teach him a lesson. But a thought occurred to him: he was here to collect a debt, and crippling the man before securing the money might be counterproductive. With a casual flick, Liu Qiang's dagger clattered to the floor, and his corpulent body abruptly sailed through the air, slamming onto the ground with a resounding crash. The female secretary shrieked and scrambled out of the way.

Liu Qiang, bruised and disoriented, finally managed to clamber back to his feet, a flicker of genuine terror finally appearing on his face. "You...who *are* you?!"

"Didn't I just tell you?" Shen Yifei asked, his face devoid of emotion. "I'm here to collect a debt. When do you plan on returning the five million to Ayanga International Holdings?"

Liu Qiang trembled from head to toe. "I—"

Just as he was about to speak, seven or eight burly men in black tank tops burst through the doorway.

Seeing the group of toughs, Liu Qiang erupted in a torrent of curses. "You bunch of good-for-nothing wastes! What took you so long?!"

"Sorry, Boss Liu!" they mumbled. They had only just arrived, drawn by the commotion.

Liu Qiang spat with contempt. "What are you idiots standing around for? Take down this punk!"

The toughs fixed Shen Yifei with menacing glares, encircling him menacingly.

The corner of Shen Yifei's lips curved upward slightly. These pathetic thugs, no matter how many more came, wouldn't pose the slightest threat to him.

With a series of swift kicks, several toughs were sent flying. Shen Yifei then wrestled a stun baton from one man's grasp and effortlessly swung it a few times. The stun baton seemed to possess a mind of its own, unerringly accurate, connecting with the skulls of the remaining toughs.

In a blink, all the burly men were rendered unconscious, sprawled haphazardly on the floor, utterly helpless.

Seeing Shen Yifei effortlessly dispatch all his thugs, Liu Qiang was finally terrified beyond words. He dared no longer bluster, stealthily creeping towards the door, preparing to flee.

"General Manager Liu, where do you think you're going?" Shen Yifei, seemingly having shimmered into existence directly in front of Liu Qiang, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Sweat beaded on Liu Qiang's forehead. He finally capitulated. "Brother, mercy...have mercy!" he stammered, trembling. "I'll definitely pay back the five million to Ayanga International Holdings! Just let me go!"

Shen Yifei raised an eyebrow. He had only ever intended to collect the debt. Since the other party was now willing to pay, the matter was resolved. He couldn't be bothered with further exertion.