Top-class Bodyguard

In meeting room 805, Zhang Long was discussing business with a few company executives.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhao, what do you think of this cooperation plan? Each of us invests 500 million to acquire this piece of land, then have the government promote it; it'll definitely sell."

Zhang Long seemed extremely excited, with a development map of Jiangnan City projected on the screen.

Zhang Long's business acumen was impressive; as Jiangnan City developed, land prices were skyrocketing. If they secured this plot around the Fifth Ring, it would undoubtedly appreciate in less than ten years.

Just then, Zhang Long's phone rang.

"Excuse me, everyone, I need to take a call." Zhang Long apologized to the two others, then frowned and picked up the phone.

"Haven't I told you not to call me during meetings? Someone's here to collect debt? I've already instructed you about these trivial matters, just stop them!"

Furrowing his brows, Zhang Long felt a bit annoyed. What are these people doing? They can't handle such minor issues and need to bother me.

After saying this, Zhang Long promptly hung up the call.

"Gentlemen, let's continue. This plan is a win-win for everyone because this large plot of land..."

Before he could finish, the phone rang again.

"Excuse me." Zhang Long's expression turned dark.

"It's alright, Mr. Zhang. You should take your call, it might be urgent," the other two executives said.

"Didn't I already tell you? Just keep the person outside, what? They got in directly? What are those security guards good for then?" Zhang Long's tone showed surprise, followed by signs of anger.

"Fine, I know. I'll send Ah Jiu over."

Then, Zhang Long instructed the man standing behind him: "Ah Jiu, go down and take care of the problem."

Ah Jiu nodded; he was Zhang Long's personal bodyguard who also helped with issues Zhang Long preferred not to handle publicly.

Seeing Ah Jiu leave, Zhang Long smiled, "Alright, let's continue."

Zhang Long was confident in Ah Jiu's skills, but just as Zhang Long continued explaining the benefits of the plan, suddenly, there was a loud bang as the door blew open.

The three jumped in shock, turning their gaze to see Ah Jiu, who had just gone out, flying back into the room and landing unconscious on the floor.

The three were stunned. What's going on?

"Mr. Zhang, you're really here." Ren Feng walked in, smiling broadly.

"What did you do to him?" Zhang Long asked angrily, pointing at the unconscious Ah Jiu.

"Nothing much, he tried to attack me first, and I just kicked him once." Ren Feng said lightly.

The trio was startled, struggling to process that just one kick had exploded the door and sent Ah Jiu flying.

At once, the two executives hurried to their feet, "Mr. Zhang, we'll discuss this business another time, we'll pass for now."

"Hey, Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhao, don't leave!"

Seeing the two executives leave, Zhang Long appeared anxious. If this deal fell through, he'd incur significant losses.

"Who are you?" Zhang Long asked Ren Feng angrily.

"Mr. Zhang, don't be so upset," Ren Feng strolled in with a cheerful smile and plopped into a chair: "I'm not your enemy."

"I know without you saying, you're here to collect debt, right?" Zhang Long sneered, "Let me tell you, if you think you can collect money from me, dream on!"

"Hmm, I didn't say I was here to collect debt." Ren Feng responded with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Long paused, "If you're not collecting debt, why are you at my company?"

"Oh, right, I heard someone report the Zhanglong Mansion was on fire, so I came over to check. I forgot to tell you, I'm a firefighter now." Ren Feng spoke earnestly.

Fire?

Zhang Long was more confused, but soon replied, "Our company has no fire, please leave."

"Mr. Zhang, that's incorrect, why are you lying? Look, isn't there a fire happening?"

Ren Feng casually took out a lighter and set fire to a stack of documents on the table.

"See, Mr. Zhang, isn't this a fire?"

Ren Feng stated earnestly.

Zhang Long was dazed, then immediately erupted in anger, "You dare set a fire in my company, you've got a lot of nerve! I'm telling you, I'm not someone you can offend, now get out!"

"Mr. Zhang, you can say anything, but you mustn't talk nonsense. Clearly, there's a fire in your company, how's that my fault?" Ren Feng spoke leisurely, "By the way, I cut the surveillance camera wires for you."

Zhang Long nearly exploded with rage upon hearing this. Seeing Ren Feng continue burning stuff, he couldn't take it anymore and charged at Ren Feng: "That's my information, stop it!"

Bam!

Suddenly, Ren Feng punched Zhang Long hard, sending him crashing back into his seat.

"Mr. Zhang, don't move recklessly; it wouldn't be good if the fire burnt you," Ren Feng said coolly.

"You!" Zhang Long was furious, but now he couldn't fight back, with no evidence, just watching Ren Feng keep burning.

"Burn, go ahead and burn," Zhang Long sneered, "I'll go straight to the police station afterward."

"Mr. Zhang, I worry you won't get the chance," Ren Feng stated indifferently and set a chair on fire.

The whole conference room was now swirling with smoke.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Long's heart skipped a beat.

"No meaning at all," Ren Feng said softly, "Let me read you tomorrow night's news: Zhanglong Group unexpectedly caught fire, Chairman Zhang Long accidentally burned to death. Mr. Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Long looked pale, realizing Ren Feng's expression hadn't changed while delivering the news.

This guy's ruthless!

"Of course, Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the fire hasn't spread yet; there's still a chance to put it out," Ren Feng switched his tone.

Faced with Ren Feng's actions, Zhang Long momentarily felt helpless.

Alright kid, once you leave, I'll get someone to deal with you!

"Speak up, what do you really want with me?" Zhang Long asked.

"I've said it already, someone reported a fire at your company, so I came to put it out." Ren Feng replied matter-of-factly.

Zhang Long was about to burst, damn, you clearly started the fire!

"Don't mistake me for a debt collector. I'm genuinely a firefighter now." Ren Feng asserted seriously, "Though my firefighting payrolls aren't cheap."

Zhang Long broke down internally, damn it, just say you want money! Clearly, you want money, why the pretense of being a firefighter?