Whoosh!
Even as Uncle Li's mind raced with a thousand frantic thoughts, a blur of shadow flashed before his eyes. In the blink of an eye, Fang Yu stood right before him, driving his knee upward in a brutal, precise strike. The next instant, Uncle Li's face drained of all color. He clamped both hands tight over his crotch and crumpled to the ground, doubled over in searing agony.
"If you refuse to speak, then I can hardly be blamed for my lack of restraint." Fang Yu rubbed the bridge of his nose, a faint, unruffled smile playing across his face, before turning on his heel to walk away.
"Wait!" Fang Yu had barely taken a few steps when Uncle Li's strained, hoarse voice rang out from behind him. "Congratulations. You've passed our test."
"Oh? You call that a test?" Fang Yu turned slowly, staring at Uncle Li's disheveled, hunched form as he clutched his groin. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again, a flicker of dry amusement crossing his mind. It seemed he'd struck a little too hard just now. He wondered if he'd done permanent damage to the old man's equipment. Though it hardly mattered, he supposed. At his age, the thing was probably good for nothing more than relieving himself anyway.
"Yes. This was the mandatory test for your position as a bodyguard for the Yan Group. You've passed." Uncle Li spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with barely concealed resentment toward Fang Yu. The bastard had no sense of restraint whatsoever. Had he put even an ounce more force into that strike, he'd have snapped the damn thing clean in two.
"Ah, my apologies then. I'd thought you meant me harm." Fang Yu replied flatly, before a thought seemed to occur to him. "So, can we be on our way now?"
"Of course. Though I'm afraid I can't escort you there myself." Uncle Li waved a dismissive hand, pointing to one of his men who'd picked himself up off the ground. "You. Take Mr. Fang Yu to his destination. I… I have other matters to attend to."
"Uncle Li, where are you going?" The named bodyguard froze, his eyes darting to Fang Yu not far away, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"I have business to handle. Now go." Uncle Li shot the bodyguard a withering glare. You insufferable fool, are you deliberately trying to humiliate me? Look at the state I'm in. I'm obviously heading to the hospital. What else would I be doing? Visiting a brothel?
"Yes, sir." Chastened, the bodyguard dared not say another word. He steeled his nerves and stepped forward, addressing Fang Yu with a nervous bow. "Mr. Fang, please get in the car."
With that little farce concluded, Fang Yu climbed back into the sedan, though this time, one passenger was notably absent: Uncle Li.
Fang Yu knew full well the extent of his own strength, and exactly what the aftermath of that knee strike would be. Uncle Li was no doubt writhing in agony right now, and it was more than likely he'd have trouble even relieving himself for the foreseeable future.
May Buddha have mercy on you, Uncle Li. Fang Yu offered up a silent, sarcastic prayer in his mind, before slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep once more.
This BMW was certainly a far cry from the rickety tractors back home. No wonder so many girls who'd returned from the big cities used to say they'd rather cry in the back of a BMW than laugh on a tractor. It seemed there was some truth to the saying after all.
When Fang Yu stirred from his sleep, the car had already come to a halt in front of the towering Yan Group headquarters.
The bodyguard in the driver's seat turned to him, speaking with the utmost deference. "Mr. Fang Yu, we've arrived at the Yan Group. You may disembark now."
"Oh." Fang Yu wiped the dribble of saliva from the corner of his mouth, paying no mind to the bodyguard's trembling demeanor. He reached for the car door handle, only to fumble with it again and again, unable to figure out how to open the damn thing.
Sweat beading across his forehead in his fluster, Fang Yu looked awkwardly at the bodyguard in the front seat. "I don't know how to open the door."
"Allow me, I'll open it for you." The bodyguard was taken aback by Fang Yu's admission, but he dared not cross this terrifying man. Even putting aside the fact that he was the man the chairman had personally sent for, the sheer brutality of his fighting skills was enough to make him wet himself with fear.
He scrambled hastily out of the driver's seat and rushed around to open the car door for Fang Yu at once.
"Thank you." Fang Yu spoke slowly, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face.
Yet that warm, amiable smile only made the bodyguard tremble all the more. He stammered quickly, "It's nothing, sir. It's the least I can do."