The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

"Shameless!"

The woman flew into a rage.

She sent her long leg kicking straight toward Chen Fang.

This was no fancy, ineffectual martial arts display.

At a glance, it was clear the woman was trained; the kick she unleashed was strong and powerful, sure to break bones upon impact.

Chen Fang had his own true skills.

He dodged to the side.

Her long leg grazed past his chest, missing its target.

Chen Fang didn't waste this opportunity.

With one swift movement of his feet, he was behind her in a twist.

He reached out and gave a light pat on her buttocks.

He said, "I just knew it, the elasticity is exceptional."

This demonstrated Chen Fang's formidable strength.

Yet the woman felt humiliated, and, seemingly unable to control herself any longer, her arm swung out in a rapid punch.

Chen Fang caught her wrist in midair, pulled forcefully, and in an instant, the woman lost balance and stumbled toward him.

Chen Fang, quick-eyed and deft-handed, caught the woman in his embrace.

His other hand found its way to her chest.

With relish, he said, "Goodness, these two orbs are quite resilient as well, just the type I like."

"Sister! I'll help you!"

Just as the first woman was at a loss.

A shout came from within the crowd.

Then, another shadow darted out.

A fist hurled itself at Chen Fang's face.

Chen Fang was unfazed.

Holding the first woman, he stepped back, causing the second attacker to miss her target; he then caught her wrist with his vacant hand and, with a tug, the second woman also fell into his arms.

Only then did Chen Fang notice the second woman, who was dressed identical to the first, looked just the same.

"Oh, twins, huh? They say Zhang Cheng has a pair of 'Rose Beauties' by his side, and it looks like it's you two lovelies."

Both women wore an indignant look.

They exchanged a glance.

When they tried to struggle,

Chen Fang's hands deftly touched a spot under each of their armpits.

It was as if he had flipped a switch.

To their astonishment, they found themselves unable to muster any strength.

"What are you waiting for, go get him!"

The first beauty shouted.

It took a moment for the twenty or so people who had surrounded Chen Fang to react; they were about to move when suddenly, a voice boomed from nowhere, "Stop! Rose, bring the man up."

The voice came from a loudspeaker.

Hearing this, no one dared to make a move.

Chen Fang let go of the two women, not forgetting to give their buttocks a squeeze.

Though furious, the women were powerless to respond.

All three entered the elevator.

The sisters glared at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang appeared nonchalant and asked, "Which one of you is the older sister and which is the younger?"

Neither of them spoke.

Chen Fang laughed and said, "No matter, I'll find out in due course."

When the elevator reached the top floor,

a long, deep corridor lay before them.

The three walked to the end of the hallway.

The sisters pushed open a large door.

"Please," the first beauty said icily.

After Chen Fang entered, he found himself in a large office.

It was several hundred square meters in size.

The decor wasn't excessively luxurious, but it was clearly well appointed.

At the center stood a grand tea table, presumably carved from a single prestigious tree species by a master craftsman, judging by its design.

Behind the tea table sat a man.

Dressed in a Tang suit, he leisurely brewed tea.

Without saying, it was the mighty Zhang Cheng of Changming County.

Zhang Cheng was not very tall.

He must have been about 1.7 meters tall.

Moreover, the man was quite skinny, betraying no sense of domineering aura.

Upon seeing Chen Fang, he even flashed a smile and said, "Have a seat."

Chen Fang wasn't intimidated, took a seat across from him, and only then did he notice that on one side of the wall, there were several screens displaying surveillance footage. Zhang Cheng had actually seen everything that had happened in the hall.

Chen Fang kept his eyes fixed on the screens.

Zhang Cheng brought a cup of tea to his front.

And said, "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What?"

Chen Fang asked.

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "You come to my company, say nothing, insist on seeing me, and even beat up my men. Isn't that to make yourself stand out?"

Hearing this,

Chen Fang chuckled and replied, "Even the County Party Secretary has to queue to see President Zhang. If I hadn't taken an unorthodox approach, I might not be having tea with President Zhang right now."

Zhang Cheng looked up slowly, still with a faint smile on his face.

But those eyes were piercingly cold, chilling to the bone.

"Then you should know that Tiancheng doesn't carry debts overnight. You've hurt my people; you should leave something behind, right?"

With that,

Zhang Cheng pulled out a beautiful and sharp dagger from under the tea table and slid it in front of Chen Fang.

"What does President Zhang want?"

Chen Fang asked without a trace of fear.

"A finger will do, I don't want more."

Chen Fang stretched out his hand and scrutinized his fingers carefully, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, a real pity. These hands were meant to treat President Zhang's men. If they're cut off, some will have to spend their lives in bed."

This statement

made Zhang Cheng's eyelid twitch.

He sized up Chen Fang anew and asked, "Who are you?"

"The Deputy Director of the Safety Supervision Bureau, Chen Fang!"

Chen Fang declared.

Zhang Cheng suddenly understood.

He nodded and snorted coldly, asking, "Are you here regarding my construction site?"

"Exactly."

"You shut off my construction site's water, electricity, and fuel. It was only natural for me to block your door. Director Chen, you don't really believe that with your little tricks, you can make me, Zhang Cheng, bow down, do you?" Zhang Cheng asked with a smile.

Chen Fang once again picked up the tea cup and took a gentle sip.

He said, "President Zhang, as I said before discussing the construction site, I am first here to treat President Zhang's men."

"What a joke! If it's treatment they need, I can go to a hospital. Why would I need you?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"If the hospital could cure her, she wouldn't have been lying in bed for years, now would she, President Zhang?"

Chen Fang squinted his eyes, casting a meaningful glance at Zhang Cheng.

In the blink of an eye,

Zhang Cheng made his move.

The dagger that was in front of Chen Fang suddenly appeared in Zhang Cheng's hand, and then, with a chilling sensation, the dagger was up against Chen Fang's neck.

"Do you believe I'd kill you?"

Zhang Cheng asked.

Chen Fang nodded and said, "I believe it. But doesn't President Zhang truly wish for her to recover?"

"Just with you?"

"Yes, with me! Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself to President Zhang. My name is Chen Fang, the Chen of Chen Zhiguo."

These words

made Zhang Cheng jolt.

He asked, "You're Chen Zhiguo's son?"

"Yes!"

The dagger in Zhang Cheng's hand was abruptly withdrawn.

Suddenly standing up, he grabbed Chen Fang by the collar and demanded, "Then how do you know about her?"