I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 154 153. How can things just be left alone?

Many people gathered around the interviewer who had just recorded the video and were watching the playback of the video just now.

"Fuck! Isn't this too damn strong? Roundhouse kick?"

"It's so fucking dreamy, it's almost like a ghost when I shoot it with my cell phone."

"A boss who takes out his anger on the people under him is so handsome!"

These were shouted out by the male students watching, not because they insisted on shouting, but mainly because they were too excited, so their voices were inevitably louder.

"Is this Mr. Zhang? Is this really Mr. Zhang? My God, I love it."

"Mr. Zhang, you kicked that kick just now so handsomely. I want to be your personal secretary. I don't need a salary!"

"Ah! I can't do it anymore! I don't want a salary either, as long as I can be your personal secretary, I'm willing to do anything."

These were the screams from some female classmates who couldn't restrain themselves. The kick that Zhang Fan kicked with his arms behind his back just now matched his impeccable face.

Even if he is an exiled immortal in the sky, even if he is a prince riding a white horse in his dream, or a young knight walking around with a sword, he is nothing compared to Zhang Fan, right?

In short, he is handsome!Under Zhang Fan's good looks, they didn't even want their salary.

Tang Miaomiao quickly and secretly wrote down who these crazy women were, thinking that even if my old lady can't be a personal secretary, can you make it?

It's outrageous!
Zhang Fan didn't care at all about the comments and onlookers around him. He still walked towards Zhao Xuan with his hands behind his back and his white casual clothes spotless.

"It's here, right?" Zhang Fan pointed at Zhao Xuan's brow bone with a finger, not sure if he was asking him or Nie Dong, or talking to himself.

In short, this question has no answer and does not require any response.

The next moment, Zhang Fan's sandbag-sized fist swung round and hit the corner of Zhao Xuan's eye. This was a punch comparable to that of a top martial arts master, even though Zhang Fan only used [-]% of his strength.

The Thai and Western boxing champion's punch can weigh over a thousand kilograms, and the Chinese martial arts master can kill a cow with a whip kick.

Zhang Fan's kick and punch were of the same level. Zhao Xuan, who had already broken a few ribs with this punch, just tilted his head and passed out.

"Is this...should we call the police?"

"Is Zhang Fan so cruel? Is he prone to violence?"

"Is it dangerous to work in a company like this?"

"This is a serious injury, Zhang Fan should go to jail, right?"

After Zhao Xuan fainted, everyone gradually calmed down from the frenzy of watching the excitement just now, and began to worry about their own or Zhang Fan's future.

Before anyone could call the police, the security guards of Binhai Building property had already rushed up by the elevator.

There are cameras in the corridor, and the movement is so loud, they naturally noticed it.

One of the security guards changed his expression obviously when he saw Zhao Xuan fainted on the ground with blood in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Who beat him? Let me tell you that this is enough to eat free meals in prison for several years."

"You still have the nerve to say that you don't care about him causing trouble in our company. If it weren't for your inaction, things would be like this?"

Tang Miaomiao stood in front of everyone in the company, puffed out her chest and pointed at the security guards and asked, although she was just a weak woman, she did not lose her momentum in the face of five security guards.

"You are standing at the stairs in a public area, so why are you causing trouble in your company?" another security guard retorted.

"It's wrong of you to talk like that..." Tang Miaomiao unconsciously crossed her arms and was about to continue arguing with the security guard, but Zhang Fan stood in front of her.

"What nonsense, call your captain." Zhang Fan said coldly.

"You said you should go to our captain to find us? Are you still justified in beating someone? Tell me how to solve this matter?" the security guard who was the first to speak said aggressively.

Snapped!The crisp sound reached everyone's ears.

Zhang Fan actually slapped the security guard in the middle, and continued to say coldly, "I'll say it again, get your captain here."

"Oh, I'll go! Fuck him..."

The security guard standing in the middle was about to call the brothers next to him to take down Zhang Fan, but he happened to meet Zhang Fan's eyes.

The cold and biting murderous aura was mixed together with the invincible spirit like a lion. After many battles, Zhang Fan's terrifying aura became more and more difficult to look at directly.

The security guards seemed to be facing a lion walking out of the rainforest, their legs were trembling, and they could no longer resist at all.

"You...you, you, you! Don't be arrogant, we...have called the police!" One of the more daring security guards boldly threatened.

He is sure that these rich people are afraid of trouble, and they will definitely be afraid to call the police.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan stared at him coldly, turned around and said to Tang Miaomiao who was behind him, "Call the police, just say something happened to me, and let Sergeant Chen come over in person."

Hearing Sergeant Chen's name, these security guards instantly understood something, and they all became idiots who had planned to trouble Zhang Fan.

The person at the end even directly dialed the number of the security captain. The security guard next to him wanted to stop him, but after Zhang Fan glared at him, he didn't dare to move.

The security guard in the middle was friends with the gangster Zhao Xuan, and the other security guards also benefited, so after Tang Miaomiao found the security guard, they would not bother with the troublemaker Zhao Xuan.

Zhang Fan understood what was going on when he first saw them. In order to avoid them, Zhang Fan activated the "Spiritual Perception Skill" to scan their thoughts.

If it weren't for these security guards, Nie Dong wouldn't have had any color on his face, and he wouldn't suffer from this slap.

The security captain didn't come, but not long after, the property manager of Binhai Building came up in person.

After running out of the elevator, the property manager immediately bowed at ninety degrees and apologized to Zhang Fan and the others panting.

"The security captain asked for leave today. I will apologize to everyone if something happens."

"You can ask them what's going on, I hope you can give me a satisfactory result."

Tang Miaomiao had already called the police. She was a little worried about severely injuring Zhang Fan, but since Zhang Fan asked her to call the police, she must have thought of a way to deal with it.

The property manager pretended to scold several security guards, without even asking what happened. He turned to Zhang Fanshu and said, "Look, I also scolded them. In my opinion, that's what happened." forget it?"

"Forget it? If you can't handle it well, let your leaders handle it." Zhang Fan said coldly.

What is this talking about, let’s leave it at that?

Is Nie Dong's beating just for nothing?What about the company's losses?
"Don't be angry. I'm the property manager. I really don't care about the security. If you think about it, I'll tell the security captain about it. I'll let you know when we have the result."

The property manager had a flattering smile on his face, and he spoke kindly, but in his heart he was planning to get this matter over with.

After waiting for a long time, no one may care about the result of the processing.

"Does that mean you can't handle it?" Tang Miaomiao asked standing beside Zhang Fan with his hips akimbo.

"If you can't handle it well, ask your leaders to handle it. No one can shirk responsibility!" A human resources manager from Tianmiao Group stood next to Tang Miaomiao.

The property manager tried in vain to deceive a group of professionals who had dealt with countless personnel and public relations crises with such clumsy words. This is just like Zhao Xuan met Zhang Fan, amateurs met professional masters.

(End of this chapter)