Twenty minutes later.
Inside Li Xinghe's office.
Wang Ye and Li Xinghe sat sprawled on the floor, panting heavily as they leaned against the wall and glared at each other with reddened eyes.
The tuft of snow-white beard on Li Xinghe's chin was gone.
Wang Ye had a faint bruise around one eye.
"You shameless bastard, your beard was fake!"
Wang Ye beat his chest and stamped his feet.
Li Xinghe refused to back down. "And you have the nerve to talk? You fucking grabbed my crotch!"
"Of course!"
"Your fists aren't weak either. Mention one more fucking time that you're an old man, and I'll fight you to the death!"
To be honest, Wang Ye had only truly realized today just how shameless Li Xinghe was.
The beard was fake.
The wrinkles on his face, however, were real. He had clearly put considerable effort into them.
The man fought dirty as hell, and his fists packed a serious punch. Wang Ye ached all over from the beating.
He had previously thought Li Xinghe was, at best, at the Arhat level. Today, he had planned to give the weakling a proper thrashing and get a little payback.
But now, Wang Ye would have believed it if someone told him the guy was at the Buddha level.
He had originally intended to hold back and not use his full strength, only to get socked right in the eye.
"Team Leader, there's a meeting today that will be starting soon—"
The door opened soundlessly. A young girl in the full bloom of youth entered with a cheerful air, carrying a stack of documents.
Then...
"Uh, sorry for disturbing you. Goodbye."
"I'm deaf, and I'm blind."
The girl looked at Wang Ye and Li Xinghe tangled together, and in an instant, she had