Fang Chenyi hadn't expected so many security guards to show up at once.
Seeing each of them holding a rubber baton, Fang Chenyi was left a little speechless.
'Two fists are no match for four hands, and besides, these are my own security guards. I can't get rough with them. If we really start fighting, I'm bound to take a few hits.'
With that thought, Fang Chenyi suddenly let out a laugh, nodded at the crowd, and said:
"Haha, not bad, not bad at all. Your response was timely. Later, everyone can collect a one-thousand-yuan bonus. Oh, right. What are your names, you two? You can each get an extra thousand."
Hearing Fang Chenyi's words, everyone looked at him as if he were an idiot. 'He talks like he's our boss,' they thought, 'but he won't even take a look at himself. A tank top, baggy shorts, and a pair of flip-flops...'
