Chapter 0056 The Dead Fat Man

After descending the stairs, Zhang Xiaofan was back to his usual self. What was the big deal? It was just a wet dream, nothing worth brooding over.

He ate breakfast, then drove the Hummer, taking the two sisters to work—he’d picked up yet another chauffeur job along the way. Once they arrived at the company, Lin Siyu and her sister busied themselves with their respective tasks, leaving Zhang Xiaofan bored and restless. He wandered over to the reception desk to chat with Huayue’er.

Today, Huayue’er seemed a little distracted. Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t help but ask, “Yue’er, you’re not quite yourself today. If your period’s come, you should take care and rest.”

“How did you know, Brother Fan?” Huayue’er’s cheeks flushed red.

“Your Brother Fan is a miracle doctor; I can tell at a glance,” Zhang Xiaofan replied with a grin.

“Who the hell are you, kid?” Their lively conversation was abruptly interrupted by a man in his thirties, his beer belly protruding, who approached them. His face was bloated, almost obscuring his tiny eyes.

At the sight of this man, Huayue’er became noticeably uncomfortable, a look of disgust flickering in her eyes.

“Brother Fan, this is Ji Ba, the head of HR,” Huayue’er quickly whispered to Zhang Xiaofan. “He’s definitely here to make trouble for you. Don’t challenge him—you won’t win.”

Zhang Xiaofan didn’t need to ask. This HR manager obviously fancied Huayue’er, abusing his position to pursue her. Seeing Zhang Xiaofan chatting so closely and comfortably with her, the fat man was undoubtedly jealous.

“It’s fine, just a minor manager. If he dares mess with me, I’ll beat the crap out of him,” Zhang Xiaofan replied carelessly. Such insignificant characters didn’t concern him.

Huayue’er couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Hey, kid, I’m talking to you! What’s your position? Chatting here during work hours? Don’t want the job anymore?” Ji Ba barked, his tiny eyes glinting coldly.

“Fatso, it’s not your fault you’re ugly, but scaring people is,” Zhang Xiaofan looked at him with a detached air. “Besides, you’re just a minor manager—you don’t have the authority to manage me. Even your Lin, the president, can’t control me, let alone you.”

“You’re not afraid your tongue will get twisted bragging like that. What exactly do you do?” Ji Ba’s expression darkened.

“If you insist on knowing, I’ll tell you—I’m President Lin’s bodyguard,” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“Bodyguard? Ha!” Ji Ba burst into laughter, his jowls and belly quivering. “A mere bodyguard, so arrogant! I hereby announce you’re fired.”

Zhang Xiaofan laughed along. “Are you called Ji Ba? That’s quite a name. But do you really think you’re some big shot? Who do you think you are?”

Huayue’er giggled again, but seeing Ji Ba’s face turn instantly sinister, she quickly covered her mouth to compose herself.

“I will have you fired!” Ji Ba’s face was thunderous. He longed to slap Zhang Xiaofan, but in the company, he restrained himself.

“I told you, you don’t have the authority. Why don’t you believe me?” Zhang Xiaofan shook his head in exasperation. “You can ask your President Lin, or even your Vice President Lin.”

“A mere bodyguard, and you think you’re untouchable? I’m the HR manager—I have enough authority to fire you!” Ji Ba roared.

“What’s all this commotion?” At that moment, the door to Lin Siyu’s office swung open. The commotion had disturbed her.

When Lin Siyu stepped out, the fat man’s eyes sparkled for a brief moment, but he dared not show any disrespect. After all, President Lin was known for her icy, strict demeanor throughout the Lin Group.

Only someone like Zhang Xiaofan dared to tease President Lin; likely, he was the only one in the whole company.

“President, this bodyguard is chatting during work hours and insulting me. As HR manager, I’ve decided to fire him,” Ji Ba immediately reported to Lin Siyu.

Zhang Xiaofan simply smiled, showing no sign of nervousness.

Standing nearby, Huayue’er’s heart pounded anxiously—worried Zhang Xiaofan might be fired. Though his gaze was a bit mischievous, he was handsome and humorous—much better than Ji Ba.

“Oh, he’s my personal bodyguard. He’s not under company management, so you have no right to fire him,” Lin Siyu said lightly.

She was muttering inwardly, too: This little troublemaker—can’t he stay out of trouble for once?

Ji Ba’s face instantly changed. It felt as if his bloated cheeks had been slapped twice. Lin Siyu was clearly protecting this kid! Could it be that he was her secret lover?

But he could only think it; if he dared say it aloud, whether true or not, he’d be out of a job—maybe even fired on the spot.

“Come on, fatso, fire me already—I’m waiting,” Zhang Xiaofan smiled, looking at Ji Ba. His tone nearly pushed Ji Ba to the brink.

He’d been humiliated by a mere bodyguard. If word got out, how could he keep face in the company? And Huayue’er was right there—he’d been pursuing her for some time. To back down in front of this bodyguard was utterly shameful.

But he dared not defy Lin Siyu, so, face grim, he chose to leave.

To rise to HR manager took some shrewdness, after all.

Once he found a secluded spot, he dialed a number: “Hey, I want someone taught a lesson. Name your price.”

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“Zhang Xiaofan, come to my office,” Lin Siyu said sternly after Ji Ba left.

“Yue’er, wait for me, I’ll be right back,” Zhang Xiaofan smiled gently at Huayue’er, then followed Lin Siyu into the president’s office.

“Zhang Xiaofan, can’t you behave yourself in the company?” Lin Siyu switched to a resigned expression as soon as they entered.

“Lin Sis, you can’t blame me. I was chatting with Yue’er, he came over acting tough and wanted to fire me. I didn’t even hit him,” Zhang Xiaofan protested innocently.

“Yue’er this, Yue’er that—if you can’t be her boyfriend, stop flirting with her,” Lin Siyu snapped.

“Lin Sis, you’re mistaken. We were just having a normal conversation. Are you jealous?” Zhang Xiaofan laughed.

“Jealous, my foot,” Lin Siyu shot him a glare.

“My foot isn’t tasty, Lin Sis—how about my mouth? It’s pretty sweet,” Zhang Xiaofan said, puckering his lips.

“Go to hell!” Lin Siyu was speechless. This guy was truly shameless. “Get out! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” Seeing Lin Siyu lose her temper, Zhang Xiaofan decided discretion was the better part of valor. Yue’er was much more pleasant to talk to anyway.

At lunchtime, Zhang Xiaofan accompanied the two sisters out to eat. That was the perk of being a personal bodyguard: living together, eating together, and getting a little extra benefit.

Just as they reached downstairs and walked about a hundred meters, a Jinbei van suddenly pulled up beside them.

The van door opened, and six muscular men in bizarre outfits stepped out.

“Kid, are you Zhang Xiaofan?” The leader, a burly man with dyed yellow hair, pointed at Zhang Xiaofan arrogantly.

Looking at these clownish thugs, Zhang Xiaofan replied coolly, “I am Zhang Xiaofan. What business do you have with me?”

The yellow-haired brute grinned menacingly. “Kid, I’m the boss of this street—Brother Niu. If you don’t want trouble, come with us.”

Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t help but chuckle, replying calmly, “Boss of the street, huh? That’s impressive. But what if I don’t go with you?”

“Don’t refuse a toast only to accept a penalty! There aren’t many here who dare challenge me,” Brother Niu threatened.

“Oh really? That’s impressive. I’d like to see what this penalty drink is,” Zhang Xiaofan sneered.

“Beat him up, beat him up!” Lin Sixue was gleefully stirring the pot, cheering them on.

“Sixue, stop it,” Lin Siyu tugged her sister’s sleeve, frowning. These men wouldn’t target Zhang Xiaofan without reason—someone must have sent them.

“Wow, kid, you sure act tough, but it’s useless in front of me!” Brother Niu chuckled, instructing his men, “Give him a good beating first!”

The muscle-bound lackeys advanced, grinning sinisterly as they rolled up their sleeves to show off their brawn.

“Showing off those muscles? Don’t make me beat the crap out of you,” Zhang Xiaofan taunted.

“Damn, what an arrogant brat! Guys, waste him!” The thugs had seen puffed-up types before, but never one so audacious.

“You’re going to waste me? I’m so scared,” Zhang Xiaofan mocked, his face full of disdain.

“Looking for death!” One muscleman, enraged, swung a slap straight at Zhang Xiaofan’s face.

Zhang Xiaofan snorted coldly, catching the punch mid-air and twisting the man's arm violently, as if wringing a shirt.

There was a sharp crack.

“Ah! It hurts!” The man’s arm was yanked out of its socket, and he screamed like a dying animal.

“Get him!” Another thug kicked at Zhang Xiaofan’s waist.

Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t be bothered to dodge—he kicked out himself.

A dull thud sounded.

The thug who’d kicked him gasped, overwhelmed by pain, nearly collapsing. Zhang Xiaofan’s leg felt like a steel plate!

Without pause, Zhang Xiaofan punched him square in the nose.

With a smack, blood spurted from the man’s nose, several teeth flew out, and he passed out cold.

“Useless, hurry up and get him—everyone, attack!” Brother Niu was terrified. His men were so weak; how could they be beaten so badly by a young kid?

But in less than thirty seconds, Zhang Xiaofan had easily dealt with all his underlings. He dusted off his hands and strode toward Brother Niu.

Brother Niu’s scalp tingled. This kid’s skills were terrifying—he wasn’t sure he could win.

That bastard who hired him to deal with this guy—how was he so formidable?

“Die, you bastard!” A flash of viciousness appeared in Brother Niu’s eyes. He swung his hammer-like fist at Zhang Xiaofan’s head. As the boss of the street, he couldn’t back down, or he’d never command respect again.