Holy Fist!-Chapter 72 - : 070 Bai Xiao!!! (4k)

Chapter 72: 070 Bai Xiao!!! (4k)

In the luxurious office.

Ye Ping clenched his fist excitedly and quickly left.

The tenth floor, the manager’s office.

This was also an exceedingly lavish place, the floor covered with hand-woven wool rugs that had been dyed in sections with colors like sandy yellow, dark blue, and creamy white—colors extracted from plant leaves, uniformly applied. After completion, a faint scent of grass and flowers lingered, refreshingly mild, and extraordinarily precious.

A single rug made from a blend of lamb wool and soft silk could cost tens of thousands. Now, it was merely trampled, with footprints indenting its surface.

A sky-blue desk was placed beside the large tea-colored floor-to-ceiling windows.

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The morning sun from outside the window shone in, bright and splendid.

One could see that there were other pieces of furniture in the office, including a wardrobe and a bookshelf with dark metal inlays, and a plush red sofa.

A coffee table, tea set, red wine, paintings, and so forth.

It didn’t feel like a manager’s office here, more like a rich man’s study. However, nobody at the Ye Group cared about the excessive decor, because the owner of this office was none other than the chairman Ye Xiong’s son, Ye Ping. Ye Ping had good looks. But truly, he was a rotten person inside, even known as a young rascal to some.

Just in terms of desires, he wanted women and men alike, as long as they were attractive. He would break the proud wings of others, destroy them if he couldn’t have them.

He had indeed done quite a few of such things.

Ye Ping was ill-natured and had harmed many people in Huai Shui over the years.

But he continued on his own way.

It all depended on his father’s powerful influence. Ye Xiong was initially part of a vibrant social group, then he ascended a level by breaking away.

He established the Ye Group, which one could say had its hands both in white and black dealings.

Ye Xiong had just made phone calls, definitely in touch with the darker side, calling on skillful and ruthless men. They were to help Ye Ping take revenge, crippling someone was a simple task for them. They had done even harsher deeds in the past.

Pouring concrete for piling, there was no shortage of people they had sunk in rivers and seas.

Knock, knock, knock…

There was a knock from outside, low and forceful.

“Come in.”

Ye Ping was sitting in a black leather chair, looking at his face in the mirror.

He knew he was good for nothing, his only asset was perhaps his appearance, so Ye Ping cared a lot about his looks and image. However, Bai Xiao had given him a slap in the face and dragged him by his hair from the booth to the corridor, an utterly humiliating experience.

Ye Ping vowed to chop off Bai Xiao’s hands.

Each finger slowly, torturing him until death.

“No one can provoke me and not pay any price”

He frowned as he looked at his still somewhat swollen right cheek in the mirror.

Gently wiped it with a towel soaked in ice water.

Click, the door opened and several people came in.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in a black jacket, robust, with bulging shoulders making the jacket very tight. He had the typical merciless eyes of a ruthless and cruel person, barely able to contain his fierceness.

Behind him, two men with crooked noses and thick lips, both with scars on their faces and arms—clear signs they had been wounded in past fights.

“Young Master Ye, the brothers are already waiting in the second-floor lobby,”

“Whenever you want to go out, we can leave.”

The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse.

“Brother Zhou, I have only one request. Remember to leave Bai Xiao for me. I want to slowly and thoroughly torment him until he kneels and begs for mercy, licking the mud off my shoes until they’re clean…”

Malice filled Ye Ping’s eyes, barely concealed.

“That should be easy, hahaha…”

The group laughed wildly, seeming utterly deranged.

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Indeed, compared to taking a life, kneeling and sacrificing one’s dignity seemed trivial. They were used to seeing such pathetic, tearful pleas for mercy.

“Of course, that’s not all. I will put forth this request and then make him kneel. After he abandons all dignity, I’ll say I never intended to let him go, then drag him in front of the concrete mixer truck at the construction site…”

Ye Ping sneered.

“I’ve checked him out, he’s just a poor boy with no background to speak of. If he dies, he dies, just let him physically disappear!”

“Okay.” The men in black jackets exchanged glances and nodded.

Ye Ping’s smile deepened.

He rose from his seat, about to leave.

Outside the door, a woman dressed in seductive business attire walked in. This secretary had a voluptuous figure, buttons on her chest stretched tight, her makeup enticing, and a faint scent of orchid perfume wafted from her.

“Young Master Ye~”

“Smack.” Ye Ping slapped the secretary’s protruding buttocks and walked out with a wicked laugh: “Not now, find me tonight to relieve some stress.”

After saying that, Ye Ping and the jacket-clad men walked out quickly.

Ye Building, rear entrance.

This place had a total of four security personnel, two in the booth, two standing at the building entrance. They chatted with each other in a relaxed manner, more careless than thugs. In fact, all the security of Ye Building had once been part of the underworld, now maintained by Ye Xiong through salaries.

At any moment, they could shed their security uniforms and transform into fierce fighters.

Probably many of them had blood and lives on their hands.

All of them were relentless characters.

Security booth.

“Heard there’s gonna be some action soon? Damn, just our luck to be on duty now. Fuck.” The tall one cursed softly.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we warmed up. The joints are going to rust, damn, hope I won’t be too slow with the knife when it comes to fight…”