C47 Or an Action Movie Star

Yang Chen's words were like a ball of flame falling into a barrel of gunpowder. All the men and women in the hall revealed an expression of anger.

"Brat, you must be tired of living. Don't think that just because you have the ability, no one will dare to touch you!" A heavyset man threw away his poker cards and stormed forward with his fists raised.

Yang Chen didn't even raise his head as he reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette. One of his hands casually grabbed at the incoming fist. Suddenly, he made a rapid clawing motion in the air. His huge fist hadn't even landed when the man's wrist was firmly buckled.

With a simple flip of his wrist, that man's hand instantly deformed like a fried dough twist!

"Awoo!"

The man cried out in pain. He grabbed his arm and softly fell to the ground. The bones in his arm were completely dislocated. He was in so much pain that he was drenched in cold sweat!

A bunch of ruffians, who originally wanted to rush up to beat Yang Chen up, saw this dramatic change and couldn't help but stop in their tracks with hesitation. They were afraid of losing face, but they were more afraid of pain!

Yang Chen lit up a cigarette and took a sip of smoke in pleasure. The group of men and women who were clamoring earlier now had bewildered looks on their faces. They looked carefully at Yang Chen and didn't know if they should retreat or advance.

"The only people who can make a name for themselves are usually people who don't care for anything other than their dignity. It seems like you are just novices who haven't really stepped into the path of the underworld."

Yang Chen sneered, then picked up the bag that was thrown away, "Your boasting skills are much better than your fighting abilities. I don't know what Yu Lei's previous PR team was like, but I think there's still a little difference between them and me."

With that, Yang Chen turned around and continued walking in the direction of the general manager's office.

"This mister has great skill, but you came to my company and treated my subordinates like this. This is really embarrassing for me, Guo."

A hoarse male voice came out from the manager's office. Slowly, a mature middle-aged man in a grey suit with shiny leather shoes and sharp facial features walked out.

"Boss!"

When the group of thugs that had lost their vigor saw this man, they screamed again, as if this man could immediately help them recover all the face they had lost.

Yang Chen looked at the man in front of him with interest. The Armani suit, Louis Vuitton belt, Pilkadan leather shoes, and the unique pride of a calm and successful person. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed like a big company manager. He really didn't look like the leader of a gang of gangsters or a leather bag company.

No wonder Yu Lei was at a disadvantage; she had a hidden BOSS. Yang Chen snickered in his heart.

"This person sent by the Yulei International, your actions have caused me to fall into a dilemma. What do you think I should do?" Boss Guo revealed an evil smile, appearing as calm and composed as the oldest western gentleman.

Yang Chen looked at the documents in his bag. The one with the surname Guo in front of him should be the boss of this rogue company, Guo Ziheng.

"Your skin is pretty good. It should be able to fool quite a few women."

"I have never swindled money. Without strength, no matter how much I swindle someone, no one would ever give you money. I'm a powerhouse, not an idol. " Guo Ziheng seemed to be very talkative.

Yang Chen flicked the ash off his cigarette, "You look like you can disguise yourself. You have a better future than me. At most, I'll get a Golden Horse Award and you'll be able to get an Oscar."

"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered, "But why do I think that this mister is the school of idols?"

"What did you see?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.

"What I see is a fool. A fool who doesn't understand what he's doing and still has a face full of confidence like a fool …" As Guo Ziheng spoke, he suddenly took off his Armani suit jacket, revealing a white shirt of Gucci's.

At the sight of this, the rowdy men and women in the hall started screaming, shouting at the top of their lungs for Boss Guo to kill this arrogant brat.

Guo Ziheng signaled for the people in the hall to quiet down. With a proud look on his face, he slightly stretched his body. The strong muscles in his shirt seemed to have come to life as his chest and arms began to bulge and his bones creaked.

"Yo, an action movie star?" Yang Chen was amused, "You've spent a lot of effort on your fitness. These muscles can participate in a man's beauty pageant — you are qualified to be kept by a rich woman."

"You are courting death."

Yang Chen sighed, "I advise you to put on your clothes and return the money. I really don't want to hit people, so you have to maintain your appearance."

Guo Ziheng was finally angry and charged forward in a big stride!

A body of strong muscles was indeed not an ornament. After Guo Ziheng arrived in front of Yang Chen, he quickly turned around and gave him a roundhouse kick!

Guo Ziheng must have practiced the martial arts of kung fu before, so his movements were very skilled and he had a lot of strength!

This kick brought a gust of wind with it and sent all the documents on the surrounding tables flying into the air!

Under the situation where no one could see the trajectory of the kick, Yang Chen's left hand suddenly blocked the area below his chest without anyone noticing.

"Pah!"

Unlike the others who thought Yang Chen would be kicked away, they saw Guo Ziheng's foot, which was firmly grasped by Yang Chen's left hand an inch below his chest, unable to advance any further!

"Nice accuracy, a little slow." Yang Chen commented as if he was instructing a student.

Guo Ziheng was shocked. His level of fighting skills was not something that could be casually shown on TV. He had truly trained his ability to fight for his life in this underground world. He was very clear about the speed and strength of his kick just now, no one had ever been able to block his attack like a child playing house!

The strong sense of humiliation made Guo Ziheng more furious. His face was purple as he said fiercely, "Let go …"

Yes! He couldn't get his feet out of Yang Chen's hands at all!

How could this man's strength be this strong!?

"Return the money and I'll let go." Yang Chen casually laughed.

A hint of fierceness flashed across Guo Ziheng's eyes, "I have to go to the office to get the cheque."

"That's good then." Yang Chen nodded and released Guo Ziheng's foot.

Everyone present was incomparably shocked. They simply couldn't imagine that the elder who they had thought would never lose would suddenly lose at the hands of an ordinary young man. The group of men and women couldn't help but retreat until they reached the elevator's exit.

Guo Ziheng glanced at Yang Chen unwillingly before slowly walking back into the office. In less than a minute, he came out again.

"You will regret your decision today. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost before, so you must die today!"

Guo Ziheng, who slowly walked out of the office, had a dark expression on his handsome face, while his eyes revealed a hint of madness.

Surprisingly, in his hand was a rifle that was already loaded! The black gun was pointed at Yang Chen's head!