A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"Shen Zhizhe, Cheng Shulan, you have ruined my life! Shen Zhizhe... do you think you are great just because you have a rich sister? You and your mother have ruined my life, and I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The man's voice was hoarse and broken, like a worn-out gong, or as if it were the whispers from the depths of hell, evoking the most painful and powerless memories in Shen Zhizhe's heart.

In a matter of seconds, many people gathered around.

Shen Zhizhe felt all the blood in his body rushing to his chest and throat, making his breath tainted with the smell of rust and blood.

However, after six years, his blood has turned cold, like the sub-zero liquids in the laboratory, icy... but boiling.

He didn't recognize Yu Zimo, but he guessed who it was.

Six years ago, after his mother got into trouble, he hated his own incompetence, but he didn't know what to do. He could only watch Yu Zimo go unpunished, and then, bit by bit, repaint the wall that was splashed with red paint.

Fortunately, Jianwei is there, and it is Jianwei who supports the family.

She was only eighteen years old at the time, but she had to work so hard.

As a brother, how can I always let my sister protect me?

Now, the moment he saw Yu Zimo again, Shen Zhizhe forgot everything.

He lost all reason and rushed towards him like a madman.

"Oh my God! A fight has started!"

With a sharp scream, Shen Zhizhe and Yu Zimo fell to the ground and started wrestling with each other.

"That seems to be... Mr. Shen?"

"It's Shen Zhizhe! Why is he hitting someone? Stop it, break up the fight!"

Someone called the police, someone quickly went to find security, and a few brave men tried to pull the two apart.

But just as they stepped forward, Yu Zimo took out a folding fruit knife from somewhere.

He took out a fruit knife, and the sharp blade cut through one of Shen Zhizhe's sleeves.

"This is a personal grudge between Shen Zhizhe and me. Don't bother with it!" Yu Zimo roared, "The Shen family is bullying me and trying to force me to death. They won't leave me a way out. Even if I die, I will expose Shen Zhizhe's true face!"

The others were intimidated by the knife and did not dare to move forward for a moment.

In fact, Yu Zimo couldn't beat Shen Zhizhe.

He was thin and small, with a pale face and skinny body. Shen Zhizhe swung his fist at him fiercely, making a terrifying sound.

Shen Zhizhe's glasses fell to the ground, his amber eyes widened, his pupil color was light as if he had lost focus, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was extremely pale, but his hands were ruthless in their movements.

It's like an angry puppet that has lost its soul.

A female researcher from Shen Zhizhe's project team watched this scene and could not connect the usually handsome, calm and old-fashioned Shen Zhizhe with the man who was beating people like crazy in front of her.

Is this really Shen Zhizhe?

The strange man held a knife, but he only swung it twice at the beginning, cutting Shen Zhizhe's clothes. He was not injured, but the man let out a desperate scream.

The man kept saying that Shen Zhizhe was a lunatic and that the Shen family had ruined him.

Shen Da seems to be really crazy.

In just a few minutes, some people excitedly picked up their phones and started shooting videos.

"Oh my god, is Shen Zhizhe really mentally ill? He was so cruel..."

"Didn't you hear what that man said? Shen Zhizhe and his mother ruined his life. How pitiful! If they hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, they wouldn't have dared to come looking for him in broad daylight."

"But isn't Shen Zhizhe's mother Cheng Jianwei's adoptive mother?"

A female employee of Wei Ran saw those people holding up their phones and tried to stop them: "Stop taking pictures, stop taking pictures. Security is here. Go back to work!"

"This is a workplace. Who are you and why do you care about us? What's wrong with me taking pictures? I'm just taking pictures!" A burly middle-aged man snorted coldly and continued to hold up his phone.

"Aren't you guys Wei Ran always on the hot search list every other day? Why are you scared this time?"

"Shen Zhizhe actually went crazy and beat people up. He usually pretends to be a gentleman, but I didn't expect him to be this kind of person..."

"Hey, he's the brother of a famous star, we can't afford to offend him."

Shen Zhizhe could not hear any sounds around him at all.

There was only one thing on his mind, and that was...

Six years late, he wants justice for his mother.

It was six years late, and this time, he would never allow Yu Zimo to hurt Jianwei.

"Ah! Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, don't use the knife!" The girls in the project team suddenly saw something and screamed.

Yu Zimo had been beaten by Shen Zhizhe so badly that his face was bruised and swollen, and his whole body was twitching. He didn't even have the strength to resist or struggle, and he involuntarily loosened his hand holding the fruit knife.

Shen Zhizhe picked up the knife that was shining coldly on the ground and held it in his hand.

He was stunned for two seconds, staring at the knife in his hand, seeming to be hesitating.

One of Yu Zimo's eyes was swollen, and he narrowed the other eye and gave Shen Zhizhe a secret smile.

A mouthful of blood foam overflowed, stimulating Shen Zhizhe's sensory nerves.

He said, "Come on, kill me. Shen Zhizhe, you don't dare? Haha, you are just like your dead mother, both are cowards! And your sister——"

Shen Zhizhe's pupils trembled and his hand fell!

"elder brother!"

An urgent and soft female voice sounded from behind him.

Shen Zhizhe was hugged from behind by Cheng Jianwei.

She reached out and grasped the blade firmly.

When Shen Zhizhe saw Cheng Jianwei appear, he instantly lost all his strength and panickedly and quickly loosened his hand that was holding the knife.

He can't hurt Jianwei.

"Brother, it's okay, it's okay." Cheng Jianwei's tone was gentle.

She helped Shen Zhizhe up, and then, under Yu Zimo's resentful eyes, she kicked him hard in the chest.

"Click——"

Yu Zimo was kicked several meters away. There was a sound of broken bones in his chest. His whole body twitched, he spat out blood, and then fainted.

Cheng Jianwei didn't look at him, but kept comforting Shen Zhizhe: "Brother, don't be afraid, brother, he can't hurt me anymore..."

Shen Zhizhe was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he didn't respond when he heard her words.

Cheng Jianwei frowned in pain when he saw his brother's appearance. His breathing became heavier and he felt that he had kicked him too lightly just now.

She turned her head quietly so that her brother wouldn't see the tears in her eyes, and tried hard to hold them back.

At some point, Fu Ran, who had just returned to the company, and Zhou Ci Yan, who came along, also appeared beside her.