The young driver's beautiful boss

The air in the sports area still carried the aftershocks of Hong Qianxue's battle with Yu Bo.

Tang Xin rushed to Tang Bei, grabbed his wrist without saying a word, and draped it over her shoulder with such force that she almost made Tang Bei stumble.

"Stop dawdling!" she said in a low voice, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. "The Martial Arts Division people will be here soon. I saw them with my own eyes downstairs just now. The one leading them, the dark-faced Zhao Tiecheng, was followed by a young man in white clothes. He had a very imposing aura—I suspect it's Chu Nan!"

Tang Bei's brows furrowed suddenly.

Chu Nan?

He clenched his fist instinctively, his knuckles cracking twice.

"Tang Bei, listen to me!" Tang Xin stomped her feet anxiously, twisting her arm behind her back as if she were being held captive.

"You've taken me hostage, so they're hesitant to act against me. Even if Chu Nan comes, he won't dare to do anything to me. I am, after all, the legitimate daughter of the Tang family. No matter how arrogant the Martial Arts Division is, they wouldn't dare to joke with my life in front of so many people."

Zhou Xue stood up from behind her desk, her brow furrowed: "Xiao Xin, this is too risky."

"Taking a risk is better than letting them take Xia Qing away!" Tang Xin shouted as she turned around, then turned to Tang Bei, her eyes slightly red, "Brother, trust me this once."

Tang Bei stared at her for two seconds.

He knew exactly what Tang Xin was planning.

"Okay." Tang Bei's hand landed on Tang Xin's shoulder, his thumb gripping the area above her collarbone. The pressure wasn't heavy, but the position looked extremely dangerous. "Bear with it."

Tang Xin grinned instead: "You didn't pinch hard enough, it was like tickling."

Tang Bei ignored her and nodded to Zhou Xue.

Zhou Xue took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the elevator, ready to greet the person who was coming.

For the rest of the time, the atmosphere in the sports area became extremely eerie.

Hong Qianxue casually dusted off her hands and gestured with her chin towards Yu Bo: "That was just a warm-up. Do you still have energy?"

Yu Bo scratched the back of his head sheepishly: "Boss Hong, how about... we have another round? You held back several times just now, I didn't get enough of it."

Hong Qianxue scoffed, "Stubborn to the end."

She resumed her stance, her right toe digging into the ground, her whole body like a taut bow.

This time she didn't hold back. With a push of her feet, she leaped forward, her fist whistling through the air.

The aftershocks were neither dodged nor avoided.

His two-meter-tall figure suddenly sank, rooted to the spot like an iron tower, and his broad left palm pushed out horizontally, striking Hong Qianxue's fist with precision in mid-air.

A dull thud.

Hong Qianxue's expression changed drastically. She was forced back three steps by the palm strike, her feet leaving two shallow marks on the sports area floor.

She steadied herself, her wrists trembling slightly, and the disdain in her eyes completely turned into shock.

Yu Bo remained standing in the same spot, not moving an inch.

"Mr. Hong, I'm sorry," he said somewhat embarrassedly, "I was a little too strong."

Hong Qianxue gritted her teeth and pounced on him again.

This time, she changed her tactics extremely quickly, using punches, kicks, elbows, and knees in quick succession, her offensive like a torrential downpour.

But the aftershocks were like a moving city wall. No matter how she attacked, he could always block or deflect the force at just the right moment. Occasionally, he would counterattack with a palm strike, forcing Hong Qianxue to retreat several steps.

Three minutes later.

Hong Qianxue knelt on the ground, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her right arm trembling slightly.

She looked up at Yu Bo, who stood there steadily without even taking a breath, like a primary school student waiting to be scolded.

"...You win." Hong Qianxue exhaled, stood up by supporting herself on her knees, but there was no anger on her face. Instead, she showed a smile as if she had found a treasure.

"Yu Bo, with your skills, being a security guard is beneath you. How about becoming the deputy head of the security department?"

Yu Bo was stunned: "Deputy...Deputy?"

"Your monthly salary will be doubled." Hong Qianxue patted his arm. "Reporting tomorrow."

Yu Bo opened his mouth, his eyes reddening, and whispered, "Thank you."

Hong Qianxue turned to the remaining four interviewees, flicked her wrist, and her voice returned to its usual cold, businesslike tone: "Next."

Forty minutes passed.

The four interviewees took turns, but the results were far worse than expected.

Although Hong Qianxue had exhausted a lot of her strength from the aftershocks, her physical strength was still there.

Of the four, two were taken down in less than ten moves, and the third barely lasted twenty moves, but his attacks were ruthless and his defense was too weak. Hong Qianxue shook her head.

Only the last woman with a ponytail, who was as agile as an eel, fought with Hong Qianxue for nearly five minutes before being forced back and ultimately left behind.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Ran".

"Meet with General Manager Zhou at eight o'clock tomorrow to sign the contract."

Lin Ran nodded and stood expressionlessly next to Yu Bo.

Just then, the elevator dinged.

Zhou Xue's footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, unhurried, followed by a series of steady, undisguised footsteps.

It wasn't just Zhao Tiecheng—there were at least five people, but one of them walked exceptionally lightly, almost silently.

Tang Bei's pupils contracted slightly.

The moment the elevator doors opened completely, he saw the figure in white.

Chu Nan stood beside Zhao Tiecheng, his face indifferent, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. His hands were in his pockets, and his entire being exuded a calm yet unsettling confidence.

When Zhao Tiecheng saw Tang Bei's hand on Tang Xin's neck, his expression immediately changed.

"Tang Bei!" he shouted sternly, "What are you doing!"

Several of his men behind him simultaneously pressed down on the magical artifacts at their waists, but none of them dared to step forward.

Tang Xin was held tightly in Tang Bei's arms, her delicate face slightly tilted up, her eyes red-rimmed, and her lips pressed into a line, making her look like she was being coerced.

Tang Bei didn't let go; instead, he pulled Tang Xin back half a step, making her completely shield him.

"Deacon Zhao, what's the meaning of bringing Chu Nan here?" Tang Bei's voice was neither loud nor soft, but carried an undeniable chill. "Why should he, a fugitive suspect, be allowed into my company with you?"

Zhao Tiecheng frowned: "He is a witness in this case—"

"A witness?" Tang Bei scoffed. "A witness or the real culprit, don't you know the answer?"

He shifted his gaze from Zhao Tiecheng and fixed it on Chu Nan's face.

"Chu Nan, I have a question for you today, in front of the Martial Arts Division—who killed Bai Lang and Bai Zhantang?"

The exercise area became completely quiet.

Hong Qianxue subtly took half a step, blocking the passage to the side. Yu Bo's thick arm bulged slightly, while Lin Ran quietly placed his hand on his waist.

Chu Nan looked at Tang Bei, his smile undiminished.

"You killed him."

His voice was very soft, even carrying a hint of regret.

"Tang Bei, you crushed Bai Zhantang's neck right in front of me, and then used your soul technique to sever Bai Lang's heart meridian. I saw it with my own eyes; do I need to describe it in more detail?"