Lin Fei took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "What distinguishing features did he have?"
Only when Ji Chongwei felt the killing intent recede like a tide did he breathe a long sigh of relief inwardly. He gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "He was wrapped entirely in a black robe and wore a mask, too. I really couldn't say what distinguishing features he had."
Lin Fei sneered coldly, understanding dawning in his mind. It seemed this traitor had prepared an escape route for himself, terrified that Lin Fei would slaughter his entire household once his identity was uncovered.
Through Ji Chongwei's account, Lin Fei also learned the whole story.
It was simply that one of his disciples had found Empress Yaoguang's reincarnation and wanted to seize her divine power through sinister, unorthodox means. Moreover, according to Ji Chongwei, he was a terrifying master of the highest caliber.
His efforts had fallen short only because Wu Moling's grandfather had protected her to the death. In the end, Wu Moling's grandfather had died in battle, using the Divine Shaman lineage's curse arts to grievously injure the assailant. Only then had Ji Yaoguang been kept safe.
The incident had also left a psychological shadow over Ji Yaoguang. After so many years, her condition had improved considerably, but a knot remained in her heart. It might not ordinarily show all that clearly, but when that assailant appeared again, those long-buried fears and shadows would inevitably surge forth like a tsunami, overwhelming everything.
"If he dares show his face, I'll leave him without even a corpse." Lin Fei turned and left, leaving behind only those icy words.
Ji Chongwei felt thoroughly reassured.
After Lin Fei left, he quickly took out his phone and made a call, instructing someone to arrange Lin Fei's bodyguard position.
The chairman had personally arranged a new bodyguard for Ji Yaoguang, and a man at that. This drew some attention from the HR manager, but he did not dwell on it, merely assuming the man was a top-notch fighter.
Although Lin Fei was nominally an employee of the Ji Group, he was extraordinarily idle, looking as though he had nothing whatsoever to do. He had even gone to the CEO's lounge for coffee.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rows upon rows of skyscrapers rose outside. Beneath the azure sky, the city's prosperity lay fully on display.
While Lin Fei was enjoying his leisure, the head of security walked in with a group of men. The security department had recently stepped up its measures, installing surveillance cameras even in places frequented by senior executives to prevent incidents from occurring without their knowledge.
They all froze for a moment at the sight of Lin Fei.
After all, this was no ordinary employee lounge like those downstairs, but a space reserved exclusively for CEO Ji Yaoguang!
There was something distinctly strange about an unfamiliar man appearing here.
Lin Fei merely shifted his gaze, glanced at them, then looked back out the window.
Unable to determine Lin Fei's identity, the security guards turned questioning gazes toward their supervisor, Liu Long.
Liu Long cleared his throat and asked sternly, "Who are you, and why are you in the CEO's lounge?"
Lin Fei could not be bothered to answer and simply tossed over the employee badge HR had just issued him.
Liu Long caught the badge, took one look, and sneered. "A bodyguard? You're a bodyguard, yet you're occupying the CEO's office during working hours?"
Lin Fei sipped his coffee and asked mildly, "Why shouldn't I?"
Liu Long was stunned by his utterly unapologetic attitude, then felt his anger shoot three thousand feet into the air. I'm a department head, at the very least. You're just a fucking bodyguard. What gives you the right to talk to me like that?
But then Liu Long remembered that the man before him was CEO Ji's bodyguard and forced himself to swallow his anger. One only had to look at how politely everyone in the company treated Wu Moling to understand what being close to the CEO meant. It was not as simple as being a mere bodyguard.
Just as he was about to persuade Lin Fei to leave, a young security guard beside him glanced at the badge and exclaimed in surprise, "Supervisor Liu, he's Lin Fei!"
Liu Long frowned, not immediately understanding. "What about him?"
The young guard glanced at Lin Fei and hurriedly lowered his voice. "He's the one who beat up Mr. Han last time..."
At those words, Liu Long immediately understood. Han Enci had been furious over that incident and had even said he would teach the man a harsh lesson.
This is a chance to get on Mr. Han's good side! Liu Long's eyes lit up at the thought. As one of Han Enci's men, he immediately began plotting.
Liu Long instantly put on a stern face and demanded, "You barged into the lounge without permission and even used CEO Ji's coffee machine. Just what are you up to? Could it be that you're trying to poison CEO Ji's coffee?"
Liu Long thought he was so fucking clever. In that short span, he had already figured out how to frame Lin Fei-as long as they subdued him, added a little something special to the coffee beans, and sent them for testing, Lin Fei would be finished!
How will Mr. Han reward me for dealing with his enemy? Liu Long secretly savored the thought, convinced he had seized a marvelous opportunity.
Such a monstrous accusation left the guards under him dumbfounded.
Lin Fei shook his head in amusement and said calmly, "If you want to make trouble for me, there's no need to make it so complicated."
Liu Long paid no attention whatsoever to what he said and immediately ordered, "Seize him!"
At their supervisor's command, the guards grabbed their weapons and charged at Lin Fei.
Yet Lin Fei's expression did not change in the slightest, and he continued holding his coffee cup.
He could not even be bothered to glance at the guards, merely saying indifferently, "Why debase yourselves?"
Seeing him act this way only enraged Liu Long further.
Motherfucker, disaster's hanging over your head and you don't even know it. What the fuck are you acting so tough for?
"Beat him!" Liu Long roared.
But just then, a man's irritated voice came from the doorway. "What's all this shouting? Liu Long, you think you're the only one with a loud voice?"
"I could hear you from my office-"
The instant Han Enci saw the scene inside the lounge, his voice cut off abruptly, as though something had lodged in his throat.
Holy shit, what are these security department morons doing?!
At the sight of Han Enci, Liu Long's face filled with delighted surprise, and he said ingratiatingly, "Mr. Han, you've come at just the right time. This Lin Fei barged into the CEO's lounge without permission. I suspect he's trying to poison the CEO."
He kept winking and making meaningful faces, hoping Han Enci would understand his painstaking efforts.
Liu Long's inner voice went roughly like this:
Look, I found a chance to teach him a lesson!
Not only that, I can pin a crime on him, too!
Praise me! Hurry up and praise me, Mr. Han! Hahaha!
Lin Fei looked at Han Enci with a faint, ambiguous smile, making the latter shudder as a chill shot into his marrow.
Han Enci stiffly turned to look at Liu Long, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably twice.
In that instant, Han Enci wanted to slap this self-important idiot to death.
Meanwhile, Liu Long remained completely oblivious, looking smug as he sought credit.
Han Enci took a deep breath and raised his hand high.
He brought it down in a vicious slap across Liu Long's smiling face.