Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Dozens of guns snapped and loaded the moment the middle-aged man slammed the table. The guns pointed towards Huo Changfeng, Chen Ming, and the stewards in the hall as though they would shoot the moment the middle-aged man gave the order.

Huo Changfeng expressionlessly raised his hand and clapped while nodding. “Where is the evidence of our illegal dealings, huh?”

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. He did not expect Huo Changfeng to be able to remain calm at a time like this. Sure enough, there was something wrong with their dealings.

He sneered softly. “If you insist on seeing the evidence, it can be arranged. Just come with me and you will naturally get to see it.”

“Who do you think you are?” Chen Ming did not want to listen to any more of this bullshit. How could he threaten the chief steward? It was absolutely intolerable.

The middle-aged man instantly looked annoyed and glanced at Chen Ming. No one had ever spoken to him so rudely. He promptly glanced at his subordinate and signaled.

Chen Ming had already swiftly come up in front of the middle-aged man before his subordinate could make a move.

Before anyone was able to notice his moves, Chen Ming grabbed the middle-aged man by the throat and lifted him from his seat altogether in just five seconds.

Chen Ming smiled coldly with a faint murderous look in his eyes as he squeezed the middle-aged man by the throat. “How could someone like you have the right to take the main seat?”

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in fear and was incapable of squeezing a word through his teeth.

All the armed men in the hall felt worried when their superior suddenly turned into a hostage. Just as they were about to aim their guns at Chen Ming, the stewards attacked.

Since they were leaders in the organization, they were highly skilled martial artists. Even though they came armed with dozens of guns, their skills were futile against true experts. The stewards had seen their fair share of gunfights in their lives. Would they feel threatened by these minions?

Before a minute was over, the stewards broke every armed intruders’ arms effortlessly.

The middle-aged man’s face turned ghastly pale and his cocky attitude was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Ming glanced at the intruders howling in agony as they lay on the ground. If the chief steward did not insist on being civilized, these bodies would be bullet-ridden by now.

“Maim them,” said Chen Ming succinctly.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man’s phone rang in his pocket. Even though the volume of the ringtone was rather soft, it inexplicably made the tense situation in the hall seem even scarier.

The middle-aged man trembled and did not dare to reach for his phone, so he could only let it continue ringing.

Huo Changfeng unhurriedly flicked the nonexistent dust on his shirt for a couple of seconds and glanced sideways at Chen Ming and both the stewards. “I told you we are living in a civilized era, so we have to be reasonable.”

The middle-aged man and his subordinates who had just been attacked did not know what to say.

What bloody civilized era?

Chen Ming cleared his throat before letting go of the middle-aged man. At the same time, he kicked the middle-aged man in the calves, so he instantly knelt on the ground in Huo Changfeng’s direction.

“I am sorry. I will be more civilized from now on,” said Chen Ming.

The middle-aged man went speechless.

The middle-aged man’s phone kept ringing in his pocket.

Since it was a special ringtone, he knew who the caller was. He hurriedly took out the phone to answer it even though he was kneeling on the ground.