Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Ruifeng Media's office is located on the top floor of an inconspicuous six-story old building in the Chengnan Entrepreneurship Park.

The building looks dilapidated, the elevators creak and groan when they run, and half of the motion-activated lights in the corridors are not working. It looks like a small company that could go bankrupt at any moment.

But when Ye Chen stood downstairs and glanced up at the row of lit windows on the sixth floor, he knew this place was not simple.

Other companies in the startup park started leaving get off work around 6 p.m., but the sixth floor remained brightly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly, making it impossible to see anything inside from the outside.

Two high-definition cameras were also installed at the entrance, one pointing at the elevator entrance and the other at the stairwell entrance, with tricky angles and almost no blind spots.

People who run online marketing businesses are indeed better at protecting themselves from others than those who run legitimate businesses.

Ye Chen did not go through the main entrance, but instead went around to the fire escape at the back of the building.

This is a blind spot in the surveillance system and the weakest point in the building's security.

He looked up at the height of the sixth floor and revealed a contemptuous smile. Ye Chen lightly tapped his toes on the wall twice, and then silently rose up like a night owl, climbing to the sixth-floor exterior wall in a few breaths.

The window in the fire escape was not closed properly, leaving a gap about two fingers wide.

Ye Chen hooked his fingertips on the windowsill and gently pushed, and the window slid open silently.

He rolled over and landed in a dark corridor, his feet on dusty cement floor, the air thick with a damp, musty smell.

At the end of the corridor was a fire door, through which blinding white light and noisy voices shone.

Ye Chen pushed open the fire door, and the scene before him suddenly opened up.

The entire sixth floor was converted into a huge open-plan office, at least 200 square meters.

Dozens of computer screens flickered with blinding white light, and in front of each computer sat a young man wearing headphones, his fingers flying across the keyboard, the rapid, clattering sound as dense as a downpour hitting a tin roof.

The walls are covered with LCD screens that display real-time trending topics and traffic data from major social media platforms.

A gaunt man with dyed blond hair and wearing a floral shirt stood on the central stage, holding a microphone and shouting passionately as if he were at a gala: "The Jiang Group's video has been shared over 20 million times! Well done, brothers!"

"Boss, I'm working hard, and the results are already very obvious," a junior manager began to flatter.

"Guys, switch to the second set of copywriting now, and keep pushing it like crazy! Are all accounts switched yet? Three, two, one, let's get started!"

With Huang Mao's command, the same interface popped up on dozens of computer screens simultaneously, and hundreds of online troll accounts began posting pre-written texts at the same time.

Ye Chen stood in the corner, quietly watching everything unfold. He had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

The blond guy with the microphone is Ma Rui, the boss of Ruifeng Media, nicknamed "Hornet".

"Brothers, cheer up! With just a little more effort, we can get to the handcraft stage!" Ma Rui continued shouting, urging his men to hurry up and get to work.

Huang Mao Ma Rui continued to cheer him on, assuming there was no one else around, so he spoke without restraint.

"This order was placed directly by the Qiao family in the provincial capital. The big spender is very generous. After completing this job, everyone will receive a bonus of five thousand yuan and two days off. If anyone slacks off, don't blame me for turning my back on them."

Ye Chen emerged from the shadows unhurriedly, his hands in his pockets, like a passerby browsing a market.

His steps were not fast, but each step was on some strange rhythm, landing silently.

Walking up behind Huang Mao, Ye Chen reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Ma Rui was shouting excitedly when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder. He instinctively turned around and saw a smiling, unfamiliar face.

Ma Rui was stunned for a moment, then burst out cursing, "Who the hell are you? How did you get in?"

The keyboard clattering in the office abruptly stopped, and dozens of eyes turned to Ye Chen.

Several burly men with buzz cuts and broad shoulders stood up from their workstations and surrounded them with unfriendly expressions.

These people are clearly not just online trolls, but also thugs.

"Who I am is not important; what's important is that you remember every word I'm about to say."

Ye Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Who are you? Don't be so cocky. We're not pushovers either." The burly men surrounding Ye Chen didn't take him seriously since he was alone.

Ye Chen calmly repeated, "Delete all posts about the Jiang Group now, and record an apology video explaining who ordered you to do it. I can pretend nothing happened."

Ma Rui froze for a second, then, as if he'd heard the funniest joke, threw his head back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe: "Who do you think you are? You think you can just delete posts like that? Do you know how much this deal is? Three million! Three million, you understand? A poor bastard like you, dressed in cheap clothes, has probably never seen that much money in his entire life, right?"

His smile vanished, his eyes turned fierce, and he spat on the ground: "I'll give you three seconds to get out of here, or don't blame me for being impolite. One, two..."

Before he could even utter the word "three," Ye Chen moved.

His right hand was pulled out of his pocket so fast it was almost invisible. With his fingers spread, he grabbed Ma Rui's head and, like squeezing a bowling ball, slammed it onto the table next to him.

boom!

With a dull thud, Ma Rui's face made intimate contact with the desktop. The keyboard shattered into pieces, plastic fragments flew everywhere, Ma Rui's nasal bone cracked, and two streams of blood gushed from his nostrils, splattering a dark red flower on the desktop.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! My nose! My nose is broken!" Ma Rui screamed like a pig being slaughtered, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

The thugs then realized what was happening and roared as they pounced on Ye Chen.

The first burly man with a buzz cut rushed over and swung a folding chair down at the back of Ye Chen's head with a whooshing sound.

Ye Chen didn't turn his head. His right hand was still pressing down on Ma Rui's head, and his left hand reached back and caught the folding chair that was falling down steadily.

His fingers gripped the edge of the chair, and with a gentle tug, the folding chair flew out of the burly man's hands, spun twice in the air, and landed steadily at Ye Chen's feet with a crisp clang.

The burly man with the buzz cut stared wide-eyed, not yet realizing what was happening, before Ye Chen's foot had already reached him.

With a powerful front kick, the man's nearly 200-pound body flew backward like a cannonball.

He smashed over a whole row of tables and chairs behind him, computer monitors and ping-pong balls scattered all over the floor, sparks flying everywhere.

Everyone else stood there, stunned.