The scene was chaotic as Jiang Ning effortlessly dismantled each of their attacks with precision and ease. His movements were fluid, controlled, and calculated, almost as if he was dancing around the security team’s aggressive attempts. Every punch and kick they threw was dodged or redirected, leaving them stumbling and crashing to the floor one by one.
Huang Yuming, watching from a distance, felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had been worried about Jiang Ning’s temper, but seeing it firsthand was an entirely different experience. He had never seen such dominance displayed in such a nonchalant manner.
Brother Gou, standing next to Huang Yuming, couldn’t suppress his grin. “See? This is how Big Boss operates. He doesn’t just talk the talk—he walks the walk. These guys think they’re elite, but they’re nothing compared to him.”
As the last of the men fell to the ground, Jiang Ning stood tall and unscathed, his hands resting casually at his sides. The security team was sprawled across the floor, groaning in frustration, but none dared to get up again. They had learned their lesson in the harshest way possible.
Jiang Ning smirked, looking down at them with a mixture of amusement and disdain. “You should be grateful that I’m letting you live after this little show. If you had any sense, you’d start respecting your new position.”
“Do you want to take another shot at me?” he asked, his tone almost mockingly sweet. “Come at me again, and maybe you’ll learn something this time.”
The room was eerily silent. The 50 men were defeated—not just physically, but mentally as well. Their pride had been shattered, and they couldn’t even fathom how they had been so thoroughly outclassed.
Finally, one of the men, still seething with anger but too humiliated to speak out, helped another to his feet. Jiang Ning’s cold, calculating gaze made it clear that anyone who still held a grudge would be met with the same fate.
Huang Yuming, now somewhat relieved, approached cautiously. “Big Boss,” he began, his voice hesitant. “Perhaps… perhaps we can move forward from this, now that they’ve learned their place.”
Jiang Ning turned to him, his expression softening just slightly. “Don’t worry, Yuming. They’ll get over it.” He looked at the security team one last time. “You can all thank me later for giving you the chance to improve. But next time, make sure you know who you’re dealing with before you make threats.”
With that, Jiang Ning turned and walked toward the exit, leaving behind a room full of humbled men and a bewildered Huang Yuming.
Brother Gou followed closely behind Jiang Ning, shaking his head. “It’s amazing how easily you put them in their place.”
Jiang Ning shrugged, his face showing no sign of exhaustion. “Pride without skill is just a waste of air. Let them stew in their shame for a while. It’s the only way they’ll learn.”
Outside, Lin Wen and his family were waiting, ready to proceed with the next chapter of their business journey. Jiang Ning was already focused on the future—this confrontation was nothing more than a small stepping stone in his grand plan to reshape the company. And with the security team now properly “motivated,” he knew they would be a far more useful asset moving forward.
The show of strength had ended. Now, it was time for business.
