Morning.
At work.
Dong Xuebin came to work, driving his own Porsche. He seemed utterly unconcerned about the newspaper article's impact and went on living as he always had. "Hey, look!"
"Director Dong is here!"
"Holy hell, the director drove himself here?"
"He got beaten that badly yesterday, and he can still come to work?"
"Man, people really can't be compared. Director Dong's ability to take a beating is just..."
"Exactly. Dozens of bricks! Do you think Director Dong practiced martial arts or something?"
"Is that even a question? How else could he be this strong? Yesterday's scene—forget a human head, even a stainless-steel head probably would've been smashed to pieces!"
"Director Dong is incredible."
"This is the first time I've ever seen an official like this."
Seeing Dong Xuebin get out of his car without a scratch, everyone was once again awed by him. Fight people? No matter how many came, they would not be enough for Director Dong to beat down. His combat power was simply enough to wipe out however many came. And now? Even if others beat him, they could not hurt him? No matter how they hit him, he was fine?
Damn!
Just how ruthless did you have to be?
Who could possibly take that?
There were countless extraordinary people in the country, and they often appeared on television. But this was truly the first time everyone had seen an official like this. Moreover, those strange and impressive people on TV were not even in the same league as Director Dong. Iron Head Skill? Magic tricks? Arm strength? Vitality? There seemed to be nothing Director Dong could not do. He could do it all, and he surpassed them by far in every field. Everyone even thought that if Dong Xuebin's feats were submitted to Guinness,