"If you offend me, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Let me go immediately..."
The young man had been grinding his teeth, making a creaking sound.
As the general manager of the Zhang Group, when had he ever been treated like this?
Zhao Hai, standing beside him, was so angry he jumped up, his face flushed red like Guan Gong.
He pointed furiously at Mu Feng's nose, "You, you have such great audacity! Do you know who Young Master Zhang is? You are utterly unreasonable. Let go of Young Master Zhang quickly!"
Mu Feng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "And who are you? Do you want to be pinned to the ground as well?"
At these words, Zhao Hai was so scared that he immediately lowered his head, not daring to say another word.
"I am the general manager of the Zhang Group. You will regret doing this. Please let me go immediately, I have something to say!"
The young man's heart was bleeding. He had lost all face today.
Mu Feng shook his hand and said, "Since you have something to say, then hurry up!"
The security guards immediately released him, allowing him to get up.
The young man's face was flushed red. He finally managed to get up from the ground and dusted off his clothes.
He walked to the desk and picked up the "Overlord Contract" again. "Now, please sign the contract immediately. I don't want to argue with you!"
After all, he had come with a mission, and it was best to get things done. Revenge could wait.
Mu Feng chuckled, finding it hard to believe. "Are you not feeling well? I've already said so much, and you're still being stubborn!"
The young man slammed the contract onto the desk, pounded his fists on the desk, and yelled, "Kid, I'm warning you, the Zhang Group is not to be trifled with by anyone. If you have any self-awareness, please sign this contract for me, otherwise, I will have to take action!"
"If this is all you have to say, then I can only apologize. You haven't learned enough of a lesson!"
Mu Feng paused and continued, "Give our Young Master Zhang here a lesson. He seems too naive. It's time to invite him out of his ivory tower!"
The security guards understood and surrounded him again. This time, they would not hold back.
The young man gritted his teeth, "You, you still dare to act recklessly? You will be repaid for this!"
"It is you who will truly suffer retribution. How dare you shamelessly trouble me with this unfair contract? Hit him!"
Mu Feng snapped his fingers, and the security guards immediately drew their batons and unhesitatingly struck him.
The young man cursed at them, but his only reply was the relentless beatings.
Screams after screams came from his mouth. He was beaten until his skin was torn and bloody, looking as pathetic as one could be.
"Ouch, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!"
"Stop hitting me, please, please stop hitting me..."
The young man had lost all his previous arrogance. He was now curled up on the ground, clutching his vital areas, looking miserable.
Zhao Hai was so scared he was at a loss, not knowing whether to stay or go.
The security guards continued for a full five minutes with no sign of stopping.
The young man's handsome face was now bruised and swollen, like a pig's head.
If they continued beating him, his chairman father would probably not recognize him.
"Don't hit me anymore, Mr. Mu, I beg you. Can't we discuss this like reasonable people?" Tears and blood mixed on his face as he stammered.
Mu Feng nodded slightly, "Alright, everyone stop. If we keep hitting him, this fellow's constitution might not be able to handle it!"
The young man lay on the ground, four limbs spread out, his whole body convulsing. He was spitting blood foam, "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."
"Didn't I tell them to stop? Have you been hit on the head and gone stupid?" Mu Feng said impatiently.
He took a few deep breaths and finally recovered. With Zhao Hai's help, he managed to stand up.
"Let's talk, let's talk nicely!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Mu Feng sat back in his boss's chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Then tell me, what do you want to discuss with me?"
"There is room for negotiation on this contract. What price are you proposing?"
The naive young man was still persistent, still thinking about the mine even now.
Mu Feng looked at him like an idiot and shook his head. "Unfortunately, you don't look like you're trying to negotiate with me. Why don't you name a reasonable price yourself?"
The young man gritted his teeth. "How about one million? In my opinion, that's more than enough, and it's my bottom line!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Feng burst into tears of laughter.
He wiped the tears from his eyes. "One million? Young Master Zhang, do you know how much my mine earns in net profit per day?"
"It must be tens of millions a day, right?" the young man thought.
"More than tens of millions? It can be said that it's at least several hundred million every day. So, do you think one million is just a handout to a beggar?" Mu Feng spread his hands.
The young man refused, "No more than that. One million is indeed my bottom line. If you sign this contract today, all our past grievances will be settled. Not only that, you can also befriend my father, which is definitely a considerable asset!"
"Befriend my father? What, is this friend made of gold?"
Mu Feng realized that the young man in front of him really wasn't very sharp. He always seemed to think that the Zhang Group was an invincible entity and that everyone had to revolve around him.
The young man was furious. He roared, "You are insulting my father with your words, and you will be punished!"
"It is you who is being punished now. This person needs to have some self-awareness. I don't want to argue with you. Take your lackey and the contract and leave this place!" Mu Feng issued another eviction notice.
If he didn't leave this time, he would truly be insensible.
Mu Feng could tolerate a bug scurrying in front of him once or twice, but he absolutely could not accept it a third time.
If this young man continued to cause trouble, his life might be in danger.
He clenched his fists in anger, but the fire in his belly no longer dared to erupt.
The young man understood that if he continued to be arrogant, his life might be at risk.
He snorted coldly, "Kid, you will regret this. Let's go!"
Zhao Hai shivered and quickly followed him, tail between his legs, and they left dejectedly.
However, before the young man could exit the office, Mu Feng's voice sounded from behind him again.