"Flagrantly violating the rules set by President Ouyang, and hurling insults at security department staff, showing contempt for company policy, shouting at the front desk, disrupting the normal order of the company, Director Zhang, I'm beginning to suspect that you think you're the president."

Lin Hai looked at Zhang Pujie with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Yet this sentence made everyone present involuntarily shiver, such a heart-stabbing remark.

"Heh heh, Director Zhang, do you have anything else to say?" Lin Hai asked with a light smile.

At this moment, everyone finally realized that Lin Hai had never intended to bow his head or show submission.

The security guards felt ashamed and lowered their heads, their eyes then filled with fervor as they looked at Lin Hai.

Fan Jian couldn't help but secretly give Lin Hai a thumbs up: "Brilliant, truly brilliant. Worthy of Brother Lin, such composure and wisdom, I can't even come close."

The receptionist's eyes gleamed, looking at Lin Hai's smiling, sharp-featured face with idolizing fascination, her heart thinking who knows what – probably something very innocent... right?

Right now, Zhang Pujie felt an unbearable constriction in his chest and, in a fit of extreme irritation, bellowed at Lin Hai: "Bastard, you bastard!"

"Publically insulting another colleague, tsk tsk, Director Zhang, you're so badass," said Lin Hai, his smile sending chills among the onlookers.

"I am the Deputy Director of the finance department!" Zhang Pujie's statement came out weak, like the last flail of someone at the end of his rope.

"Heh heh."

Lin Hai chuckled and clapped his hands: "Someone, take this suspected corporate saboteur who is disrupting company order away."

Immediately, several security guards who had been eager for action surrounded Zhang Pujie.

"You! You're the corporate spy!" Zhang Pujie's face turned pale, the steely gazes from the beefy security guards made his heart tremble with fear.

"We'll find out if you are after an investigation."

Lin Hai waved his hand without doubt, and the guards rudely hoisted Zhang Pujie by his arms, lifting him off the floor.

Zhang Pujie kicked frantically and shrieked: "Lin Hai, I'm going to report you to the CEO, I'll make sure you're fired, just you wait to pack up and get out!"

"Take this suspected corporate spy to the confinement room!"

With a wide gesture from Lin Hai, the security guards carried Zhang Pujie away, exerting extra force to the extent that he grimaced in pain.

"Lin Hai, you just wait, I have Li Taixui backing me, you're done for, damn it!"

Zhang Pujie roared and threatened as he was dragged to the confinement room.

Lin Hai, who had just lit a cigarette, hummed to himself upon hearing this: "Oh, now you're threatening me?"

"Take off his socks!"

Swoosh, two guards immediately removed Zhang Pujie's shoes, and a pongy stench of foot odor permeated the air.

The female colleagues present pinched their noses and fanned vigorously, faces filled with disgust.

"Stuff the socks in his mouth, so he stops spouting nonsense!"

Lin Hai said indifferently.

The two guards hardened their hearts – they had long been fed up with Zhang Pujie, and today they could finally take their revenge.

The smelly socks slowly approached Zhang Pujie's mouth.

Zhang Pujie's eyes bulged, staring in terror at his own socks.

"No! No!"

"Please, I beg you, don't do it!"

"Don't, I was wrong."

Just now, the overbearing Deputy Director Zhang is now full of horror to the extreme.

His life had always been comfortable, never having suffered much, at most experiencing occasional indirect humiliation from the rich second-generations.

But at this moment, the intense foul stench exuding from the socks makes Zhang Pujie utterly embarrassed, panic-stricken, and powerless to resist, he can only watch helplessly as the smelly socks approach his mouth.

If powerless to resist, then one should just enjoy it to the fullest—Zhang Pujie would rather die; for this kind of smelly sock affair, probably only those with super heavy tastes might enjoy it, but he definitely cannot accept it.

"Wuwuwu—wuwu!"

The moment Zhang Pujie's mouth is stuffed with the smelly socks, a wave of foul odor shoots straight through his nostrils into his brain.

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Pujie nearly faints, discovering for the first time how shameful his bad habit of not washing his feet usually is.

The onlookers watch as poor Zhang Pujie, like a weakened chick, is put into solitary confinement.

"Hold on, I'll tie him up myself!"

Lin Hai said and took the thick hemp rope that Fan Jian especially got from Little Li of the storeroom, and started tying up Zhang Pujie seated in the chair.

It has to be said that Lin Hai's rope-tying skills are unique and exquisite.

Furthermore, for some reason, Lin Hai started by wrapping the rope around Zhang Pu's neck, then after securing the hands behind the back, he looped it around the neck, extended it through the pants, and finally tied up the legs. From the back, he tied a dead knot with the rope around the forehead.

Zhang Pujie is laying on the ground, face down on the floor, with his legs upturned in a semi-circle. Moreover, because of the angle of the rope, Zhang Pujie's legs are spread apart by a considerable distance.

Some middle-aged female employees with extensive bed experience, upon seeing this scene, seem to recall certain fragments, their cheeks blushing slightly. Glancing at Lin Hai, they occasionally shoot coquettish, seductive looks, as if suggesting, "So you're quite proficient in the art of MS too, why don't we explore and develop it together?"

"Alright, everyone back to your posts, I have to report this matter to the CEO, corporate espionage is serious business!" Lin Hai said in a strictly businesslike manner, waving his hand at the security brothers.

A group of security guards gazed at Lin Hai with eyes burning with admiration and reverence.

The deputy director of the finance department, a figure they, the security guards, usually looked up to.

Who would have thought that today they could enjoy such a satisfying payback!

"Brother Lin, you're brilliant!" Fan Jian gave a thumbs up.

"It's a small matter," Lin Hai pretended to be modest.

However, what Fan Jian said next almost made him spit blood.

"I didn't expect Brother Lin's rope-tying skills to be so adept, even better than the Japanese films I've watched, definitely a master of bondage!"

Looks like what Fan Jian was thinking about just now was all those unseemly images.

"If there were a candle to match, it would be absolutely perfect," Fan Jian's words had Lin Hai rolling his eyes incessantly.

This kid is too lecherous, isn't he? In life, things that are everywhere, once through his eyes, can be misconstrued into lewd perspectives; where's the integrity?

"Lin Hai is so daring!"

"The new guy Lin Hai is not simple at all."

"I wonder how Zhang Pujie will retaliate next."

"I think Lin Hai is surely doomed. Zhang Pujie has Li Taixui backing him, and Lin Hai, just a security guard, is courting death."

As some people make whispered comments while discreetly leaving, there's a buzz of discussion.

Lin Hai walks to the elevator entrance, passing by the receptionist, who keeps making come-hither looks.

"Hey, sister, your eyes are looking more on point today," Lin Hai jokingly flirts.

"Brother Lin, I just like men like you, wealthy and well-equipped," the receptionist said, deliberately enunciating the words "well-equipped," her eyes coyly drifting toward Lin Hai's crotch.

"Hehe," Lin Hai lets out a string of lewd laughter as he steps into the elevator.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.