"Damn it, I still have a pile of things to do, and they insist on having a damn meeting at this time. Do they really think they're something?"
Suddenly, the closed conference room door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man walked in, cursing.
"Brother Hua, who's not saying that? They're the new officials coming in with a bang, and the first fire they want to light is on us." Zhang Yaoye was smoking a cigar, his two feet on the table constantly swinging, his eyes full of mockery.
"Heh, that depends on whether he has the ability," Yuan Shaohua replied with a cold laugh, walking directly towards a chair to sit down.
"Yuan Shaohua?" Chen Fan's voice slowly sounded, his gaze falling on the other person.
"Oh, isn't this the successor to our boss? My apologies, I was blind and didn't recognize you just now." Yuan Shaohua cupped his hands at Chen Fan mockingly.
Zhang Yaoye and Zhou Yihai both chuckled. They could hear that Yuan Shaohua was taunting Chen Fan.
"What time did Da Xiong say to gather here?" Chen Fan asked calmly, ignoring Yuan Shaohua.
"I don't know." Yuan Shaohua replied with three words, then plopped down in a chair. Mimicking Zhang Yaoye, he placed his legs on the conference table, took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke rings at Chen Fan and Da Xiong, saying, "Chen Fan, Da Xiong, I'm not a闲人 (xián rén - idle person) like you. I have a lot of business to attend to. If there's anything, say it quickly to avoid wasting everyone's time."
Zhang Yaoye and Zhou Yihai exchanged a knowing smile and looked at Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
They were curious to see what conditions Chen Fan and Da Xiong would offer to win them over.
"We do have something to discuss today. Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance to participate," Chen Fan's voice slowly sounded.
Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, Yuan Shaohua's expression instantly changed.
"Bang!"
He slammed the chair violently, pointing his cigarette-holding finger at Chen Fan: "Kid, are you playing with me?! I came all this way, and you're telling me I don't have a chance to participate? Then why the hell did you call me here?!"
Chen Fan said calmly, "I only talk to people who are punctual and follow the rules. Clearly, you are not, so you are not qualified to sit here."
"I'm not qualified?! Damn it, I'm the underground boss of Shunji City!" Yuan Shaohua was full of indignation.
At this moment, Da Xiong slowly stood up and walked to Yuan Shaohua's side.
"What do you want to do?" Yuan Shaohua looked at Da Xiong fearlessly.
In his opinion, no matter how arrogant he was today, Chen Fan and Da Xiong wouldn't dare to touch him. Otherwise, without the support of other factions, Da Xiong's position would be a mere formality.
Unfortunately, Yuan Shaohua had underestimated Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
Da Xiong lifted his leg and kicked Yuan Shaohua's leg directly.
"Crack!"
Yuan Shaohua's leg, which was propped on the conference table, was directly broken by Da Xiong's kick.
"Ah!" Looking at his deformed leg, Yuan Shaohua let out a scream.
He fell directly from the chair to the ground, clutching his broken leg and wailing. The intense pain made Yuan Shaohua's entire forehead break out in a cold sweat.
"Rules are rules. The first lesson I'm giving you is punctuality, and the second lesson is how to sit properly," Da Xiong said coldly, looking down at Yuan Shaohua, who was writhing in pain on the floor.
Zhang Yaoye, sitting on the side, twitched his eyelids upon seeing this. He instinctively retracted the legs he had propped on the table.
However, he still pointed at Da Xiong and questioned, "Da Xiong, what do you mean by this? Aren't you looking down on us too much?"
Zhou Yihai also said with a cold face, "Da Xiong, if you do this, how can you expect us to respect you? I have doubts about whether you are qualified to hold this position!"
Yuan Shaohua, lying on the ground with a cold sweat all over his face, glared at Da Xiong furiously, "I will not rest until I destroy you! One day, I will kill you!"
"Unfortunately, you won't have that chance," Da Xiong replied mockingly.
Just then, a group of burly men suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
Seeing these unexpected people, Zhang Yaoye and the others became nervous.
"Drag him out and throw him into the river to feed the fish," Da Xiong commanded with a wave of his hand.
"You, you dare! Da Xiong, I am Yuan Shaohua! If you dare to touch me, my subordinates will not let you off!" Yuan Shaohua panicked. He knew that Old Wolf of Ming City and E Kui Ping of Pingnan City were already dead.
"Threatening me? Do you think after you die, your subordinates will avenge you or take your place?"
Da Xiong's words stunned Yuan Shaohua.
The temptation of being the underground boss of a city was immense. How could Yuan Shaohua not understand that?
"Moreover, I was appointed to this position by Brother Fan himself. Judging by your attitude just now, can I assume you intend to oppose me and rebel?"
"I believe you know what the fate of rebels will be," Da Xiong said slowly, word by word.
These words were all taught to him by Chen Fan. He hadn't felt their deterrent power before, but now, seeing the fear on the faces of Zhang Yaoye and the others, Da Xiong felt incredibly satisfied.
Yuan Shaohua's face became extremely grim, and he couldn't help but tremble. He hadn't expected Da Xiong to threaten them in such a way!
For a moment, Yuan Shaohua was completely scared out of his wits by Da Xiong: "Brother Xiong, I, I really didn't have that intention. The reason I was late was because Shunji City is too far from here, so I was a little late. Don't worry, Brother Xiong, this will never happen again. I will definitely support you, support you in this position! From now on, I will follow your lead."
Yuan Shaohua immediately expressed his attitude.
Da Xiong glanced at Yuan Shaohua: "Too late."
"Brother Fan, Brother Fan!"
Yuan Shaohua no longer cared about his broken leg. He crawled in front of Chen Fan: "Brother Fan, please, please give me another chance."
However, Chen Fan had summoned them today precisely to make an example of someone, so he would not be soft-hearted.
Before Yuan Shaohua could grab Chen Fan's pants, Da Xiong grabbed Yuan Shaohua and threw him onto the ground not far away.
Then, several burly men dragged the leg-broken Yuan Shaohua out of the conference room.
For a moment, the conference room was so silent that only their breathing could be heard. Zhang Yaoye and Zhou Yihai sat there like thorns in their seats, not daring to say a word, cold sweat constantly dripping from their foreheads.
At this moment, Chen Fan's gaze fell on the man with the tattooed arm.
"Clang!"
The man, who had been arrogant moments ago, noticed Chen Fan's gaze, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor.