The Wild Doctor and the Fair Beauty

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Are You Sure You Want to Livestream Eating Shit?

"Director Pan!"

"Director Pan..."

The four men playing mahjong immediately nodded their heads with obsequious smiles.

This shirtless middle-aged man was none other than the head of the security department, Pan Baoshun.

He glanced at the men and was about to walk away.

"Director Pan, stop!"

Suddenly, Jiang Xinghai called out to Pan Baoshun and strode over.

"And who might you be, kid?" Pan Baoshun squinted. He didn’t recognize Jiang Xinghai.

"Director Pan, his name is Jiang... Jiang Xinghai. He’s the new driver."

At that moment, the sturdy, dark-skinned young man rushed over, and the other three men surrounded them as well.

Even the men who had been sound asleep on the foam mats were jolted awake.

"Oh? Something you need?"

Pan Baoshun stared at Jiang Xinghai, his expression dismissive.

"For a dignified head of security, you’re actually condoning your subordinates playing mahjong during work hours. That’s a serious dereliction of duty." With a grand wave of his hand, Jiang Xinghai’s eyes flashed with authority, exuding the air of a leader. "You’re fired. Pack your things and get out."

"..."

Pan Baoshun was stunned into silence.

The other security guards also had looks of utter bewilderment.

’What’s going on?’

’If this guy isn’t just a reckless hothead, he must be a complete idiot, right?’

’Since when is our security department run by some lowly driver?!’

Just as the others were about to argue, Pan Baoshun held up a hand to stop them.

He jutted out his chin and stared haughtily at Jiang Xinghai. "Kid, you’re saying I’m derelict in my duty for letting my men play mahjong?"

"The facts speak for themselves. Do you need more proof?" Jiang Xinghai glanced at the mahjong table.

"Heh, my boys are all off the clock. What’s wrong with playing a little mahjong after work?" Pan Baoshun said through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure they’re off the clock?"

A cold smirk appeared on Jiang Xinghai’s face. He had clearly heard Pan Baoshun berating them earlier, saying if they weren’t going to play mahjong, they should go on patrol.

"Fine. I admit they’re on the clock. So what?"

Pan Baoshun seemed to have something to fall back on. "What are you gonna do, tattle on me? Hahaha! You’re just a new driver. You think you have connections with upper management or something?"

"Director Pan, if this kid had connections with the company’s top brass, would he really just be a lowly driver?" the sturdy, dark-skinned young man laughed.

Everyone knew that if Jiang Xinghai had connections with upper management,

"Good point. He’s just a driver."

"Kid, stop putting on airs in our security department."

"Hurry up and get out of our sight."

The rest of the men nodded one after another, starting to mock him.

One of them went even further, vowing, "If you have connections with upper management, I’ll live-stream myself eating shit!"

"Live-stream eating shit?"

Suddenly, Jiang Xinghai took out his phone, switched it to video mode, and stared at the man. "Are you sure you want to live-stream eating shit?"

"If you have connections with the company’s top brass, I, Liu Jing, will definitely live-stream eating shit! You hear me clearly?" the guard named Liu Jing glared at Jiang Xinghai.

"Hahaha..."

Jiang Xinghai couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter. "Liu Jing, I’ll remember you. You’d better get ready. I’m really looking forward to seeing the look on your face when you’re eating shit."

His laughter was utterly unrestrained.

But more than that, it was a laugh filled with confidence.

It made Pan Baoshun and the others suddenly feel a sense of foreboding, sending a shiver down their spines.

’There’s a deep meaning behind this guy’s laughter!’

’Could it be...’

’Shit!’

’Could this guy actually have a connection with someone in upper management?’

The guard who had claimed he would "live-stream eating shit" turned especially pale.

"Jiang Xinghai, what the hell are you playing at?"

At that moment, Pan Baoshun barked, "Stop trying to be a clown here! If you disrupt my security department’s internal work, you’ll be in for more than you can handle!"

"Pan Baoshun, I’ll say it again. You’re fired. Get out."

A sharp, imposing aura suddenly erupted from Jiang Xinghai.

But the sturdy, dark-skinned young man just had to ask for trouble.

"You son of a bitch, you shouldn’t have disrespected our Director Pan!"

He swung his fist and smashed it into Jiang Xinghai’s chest.

"BAM!"

However, not only did his punch fail to send Jiang Xinghai flying, but he himself was sent recoiling by a mysterious force.

"CRASH!"

The sturdy, dark-skinned young man collapsed to the ground, completely dumbfounded.

The others were also stunned.

’What just happened?’

’Did his hand slip?’

"Kid, are you a trained fighter?"

Pan Baoshun was now certain that Jiang Xinghai knew kung fu. He couldn’t help but crack his knuckles and stretch his joints.

After all, he was a man of Martial Arts!

"Whether I’m a trained fighter or not... you’ll have to find out for yourself," Jiang Xinghai said with a harmless smile.

"You want to fight me?"

Pan Baoshun cracked up. "Wouldn’t that make me, Pan Baoshun, a bully? Look at you, so soft and delicate. If I accidentally cripple you, you won’t even have a place to go cry."

"Why not give it a try?" Jiang Xinghai shrugged nonchalantly.

"Director Pan, don’t hold back! Get revenge for me!"

"Director Pan, beat the shit out of him!"

A few security guards started pumping their fists and jeering, shutting the door to the exercise room at the same time.