Chapter 085: The Job Interview

"I—$@%—" Liu Dahua cursed furiously.

"Damn you!" He spat.

"Smack!" Before Liu Dahua could finish his tirade, Zhao Feng slapped him again.

"I—" "Smack!"

"Smack smack!"

A flurry of slaps left Liu Dahua dazed and bewildered.

Zhao Feng raised his hand, poised to deliver another blow.

"Stop! Stop! Don’t hit me anymore!" Liu Dahua pleaded desperately.

Zhao Feng withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Move aside!"

Just as Liu Dahua was about to step aside, a voice rang out, "Who’s bullying my disciple?"

Zhao Feng glanced at the newcomer, a playful smile curling his lips.

Qiu He froze instantly. "M-master?"

Seeing Qiu He, all of Liu Dahua’s grievances erupted. He rushed tearfully to Qiu He’s side. "Master, you’re finally here! If you hadn’t come, I would have been beaten to death!"

At this moment, Liu Dahua’s cheeks on both sides were swollen like a pig’s head.

Qiu He, however, stared at Zhao Feng in utter shock. "Master, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Feng gave him a glance. "You’re quite something now, throwing your weight around!"

Qiu He broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly clasped his hands in respect. "Master, I haven’t!"

Liu Dahua blinked. "Master, who are you calling master?"

"Smack!"

Qiu He slapped Liu Dahua without warning. "You troublemaker! Always stirring up trouble!"

Liu Dahua was stunned by the blow.

He wore a miserable expression. "Master, why are you hitting me?"

"Hmph!" Qiu He snorted coldly. "You deserved it! Do you know who this is?"

"Who?"

"Your grandmaster!"

Liu Dahua was bewildered. "Grandmaster?"

"Who else?"

Liu Dahua paused, looked around, and finally spotted Liu Erdao. He raised his hand and slapped Liu Erdao.

"You troublemaker! Always stirring up trouble!"

Liu Erdao was stunned. "I—I—"

"Hmph!" Qiu He turned to Zhao Feng. "Master, it’s my lack of discipline. Please forgive me!"

Zhao Feng waved his hand. "Who among you has a car?"

"I do, I do!" Liu Dahua replied eagerly.

"Drive me to Site Nine," Zhao Feng said calmly.

"Alright, alright!"

Zhao Feng took Xianglan’s hand and walked to the street.

Liu Dahua drove up in a Santana and stopped in front of Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng got into the car and then said to Qiu He, "You come too."

"Alright, alright!" Qiu He dared not delay and quickly agreed.

Everyone piled into the car and sped toward Site Nine.

By the time they arrived, it was already eleven o'clock.

Zhao Feng and Xianglan got out, then instructed, "Qiu He, you and Liu Dahua wait here. Don’t come out until I call you."

"Alright, alright!"

Liu Dahua and Qiu He hurriedly agreed.

Zhao Feng took Xianglan’s hand and walked toward the gate of Site Nine.

The site was under construction, surrounded by green metal barriers.

When Zhao Feng reached the gate, a security guard was sitting behind a desk, playing games.

Zhao Feng approached and knocked on the desk.

The guard looked up. "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Feng replied coldly, "I’m looking for Geng Wei."

The guard frowned. "You want our project manager?"

"That’s right."

"He’s not here," the guard said, then continued playing his game.

Zhao Feng’s expression turned grim.

He knocked on the desk again. "Where is Geng Wei?"

The guard rolled his eyes. "How should I know where he is? Go find him yourself!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. "I'll give you ten minutes to bring Geng Wei here. Or bear the consequences."

"Pfft!" The guard sneered. "What, are you going to hit me?"

"Smack!"

Zhao Feng slapped him without hesitation.

The guard was stunned.

"Ah!" He screamed. "You actually hit me!"

"You told me to," Zhao Feng answered.

"You—"

The guard’s face twisted in anger. Then he threw himself to the ground, making a scene.

"Help! Someone hit me!"

"Someone assaulted me!" he shouted, grabbing his walkie-talkie.

"Squad leader, squad leader, someone hit me!"

Zhao Feng folded his arms and watched coldly, unmoved.

Xianglan tugged at Zhao Feng’s sleeve. "Xiaofeng, let’s just leave. I don’t want the money anymore."

Zhao Feng patted her shoulder. "Don’t worry. I’ll get your money back."

A clatter of footsteps approached—twenty or thirty security guards rushed over.

Their leader was short, somewhat portly, and sported tattoos.

When he saw Xianglan, he paused.

"Xianglan? What are you doing here?"

Xianglan took a deep breath. "I’m here for the compensation."

The security chief said, "Your husband died because he mishandled equipment. The site isn’t responsible."

He spoke coldly.

"Pfft!" The security chief turned to Zhao Feng. "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Feng sneered and shook his head. "Regardless of whose fault it is, shouldn’t the site at least apologize?"

The security chief laughed derisively. "What does that have to do with us? He died through his own negligence!"

"I don’t have time for this. Bring Geng Wei here," Zhao Feng ordered.

The security chief scoffed. "Who do you think you are?"

Zhao Feng’s face remained cold. "You’re asking for this."

"Yes, I’m asking—"

Before he could finish, Zhao Feng kicked him squarely in the stomach.

"Bang!"

The security chief doubled over, clutching his stomach.

"Oww!!" He howled, jumping three feet in the air.

His face darkened. "How dare you hit me?"

Zhao Feng replied icily, "I meant to."

The chief’s face turned livid. He waved his hand. "Get him!"

"Yes!"

A clatter of footsteps followed as the security guards surrounded Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng sneered. With a swift kick, he struck one guard in the face.

"Oww!!" The guard clutched his nose and cried out in pain.

"Hmph!" Zhao Feng extended his right leg again—another guard grabbed his stomach and hopped in agony.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

With a few punches and kicks, Zhao Feng dispatched the guards.

The crowd swallowed nervously.

"Who is this guy? He’s fierce!"

"Is he Ip Man?"

Twenty or thirty guards lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Zhao Feng, uninterested in further words, took Xianglan’s hand and strode toward the gate.

He entered the site, where construction was underway. Noise filled the air.

Drills whirred, excavators rumbled, and the racket resembled machine-gun fire.

Zhao Feng grabbed a construction worker. "Where is the office?"

The worker blinked. "What do you want?"

"I’m applying for a job," Zhao Feng replied casually.

"A job?"

"Yes."

The worker sized up Zhao Feng. "You’re tall, got decent muscle—but you’re too pale for this work."