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"Boss, that matter this morning caused our security team to lose face in front of Boss He. Look at this …" The security guard, Little Wang, whispered to a bald man in his forties who was sitting in the middle of the room.

He had a square face and a full set of muscles. Between his brows, he emanated a fierce aura, and it was obvious that he was a very good fighter. He was the captain of the security forces, Liu Qiang.

After Liu Qiang heard what Xiao Wang said, his eyes narrowed slightly. He stuffed a white steel cup of water into Xiao Wang's arms and sneered, "Since you don't know the rules, then go and teach him the rules."

"Alright." Little Wang's expression shook as he led the few security guards to walk towards Fang Yao.

At this moment, Fang Yao had just entered the CF shooting game on his computer's desktop and was preparing to play a few rounds. At this moment, Fang Yao had just entered the CF shooting game on his computer and was preparing to play a few rounds.

"Kid, you're in quite a good mood. You've even started playing games." When Little Wang saw Fang Yao focusing on his CF, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

However, after saying this sentence for a long time, Fang Yao actually did not turn his head around at all. It was as if he had not heard a single word.

Little Wang's expression immediately darkened. Damn it, not speaking at all, treating me like thin air?

It was not a question of face, it was a question of feeling.

"Stop fucking playing around, boy, this is the security team. Outside, Director He is in charge. In the security team, we, Qiang-ge, are in charge. Do you know the nickname that we, Qiang-ge, used to have?"

"The bald man from the north of the city is strong, and he was a ruthless person in the underworld a few years ago." The bald man from the north of the city is strong, and he was a fierce man in the underworld a few years ago. Little Wang hooted and directly shoved the steel teacup into Fang Yao's hand.

This was the company, so it was not convenient to do anything too big. However, if this brat continued being unreasonable, he wouldn't mind giving him a demonstration of military boxing after work.

Little Wang and a few of the security guards looked at Fang Yao furiously as they clutched their waists. In their minds, they had already imagined the other party bowing down and going to offer them tea.

However, at this moment, the sound of metal scraping against metal could be heard from Fang Yao's hand.

That white steel cup of water rapidly twisted and distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cup that was originally uncontrollable in one hand was like a soft rubber ball in Fang Yao's hand. Within a few breaths' time, it was squashed into a limp discus.

Without turning his head around, Fang Yao threw the discus behind him. The discus in his hand drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and with a "ding" sound, it unerringly smashed onto Liu Qiang's bald head.

Bullying the weak and being afraid of the strong is the most common face in the world. You can pretend to hate and be cool in front of me time and time again, but you want to ride on my head and shit … It was simply a dream.

The next second, the security team office was abnormally quiet. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard. The terrifying sound of "kaz" with twisted metal still reverberated in everyone's heart. It was like needles stabbing into their hearts one after another.

No one knew better than the security guard, Little Wang, how much power was required to break that steel teacup.

That teacup was the birthday present he bought for the other party for his birthday. It was a big brand, and its quality was absolutely trustworthy. Not to mention using his hands, even if he smashed the teacup with his hammer, it would still be difficult to change the shape of the cup without getting tired.

And yet, Fang Yao had actually used a single hand to casually make a discus out of the cup in the blink of an eye. This … this was simply not something a human could do! Perverted demon! Was this guy even a human?

At this moment, Little Wang and a few security guards behind her turned around stiffly and looked pitifully at Liu Qiang. Liu Qiang rubbed his bald head. From his neck to his forehead, he had already been holding back his redness.

However, when Liu Qiang looked at the teacup that had fallen to the ground, which was already ruined, he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.

"What are you blanking out for? Come back, I drank too much tea this morning, so I'm not thirsty at all."

The only way to save face was to say this.

"It seems that this boy has some skills, but he is still young. I might not be able to gain the upper hand with those who come at me. However, he is still too inexperienced to fight me at Yuanhua International." Liu Qiang gritted his teeth as he thought to himself.

From start to finish, Fang Yao did not utter a single word, as if nothing had happened. He seriously played the game, using a sniper rifle to instantly kill five or six enemies in the CF world.

The whole morning passed in a strange atmosphere.

When it was lunch time, only the two security guards were left on duty. The others all went to the company's canteen for lunch while Fang Yao did not go. He went alone to the parking lot at the back of the building.

Far Flower International is located at the CBD in the business center of Eastsea City, and every inch of land is worth a lot. Looking around, there are skyscrapers everywhere, and a bustling crowd is constantly flowing in and out. Behind this building is a parking lot.

But right now, Fang Yao's heart was not at all at peace.

He was standing less than ten meters away from the building. Below his feet was a parking space. In the crowded parking lot, this was the only place without a car.

Fang Yao lowered his head and looked carefully at the slate road beneath his feet. His jet-black eyes were filled with an unprecedented grief and sorrow, completely different from the handsome expression he had when he was smiling and basking in the sunlight.

Seven days ago, his older brother Fang Ming had jumped down from the morgue and ended his 26-year-old life. Fang Yao vaguely remembered that his older brother's body had been badly mutilated and looked completely different. He could only recall his older brother's smile and voice based on the old, yellowed photo he had taken when he was young.

"Big brother, what forced you into a dead end? 1.79 million? It's absolutely impossible. Since you were young, you have always been open and upright. You would never do something so illegal, no matter who forced you to your death, your little brother will definitely avenge you and return your justice. "

Fang Yao gently caressed the picture of the old man from ten years ago in his hands. A faint light flickered in his sharp eyes.

The background of the photo was an orphanage, the place where he and his brother, Fang Ming, grew up. From the day he could still remember, it was his brother who had pulled him up.

That resolute man, studying while working to support his family, from the orphanage to the bungalow in the slums, was only seven years older than his older brother, yet he was both a relative and a father.

In Fang Yao's heart, his older brother was the giant, the strong man who would never fall.