Long Tian walked out of the company at closing time.
He had spent less than two hours inside, most of it taken up by the interview. Tomorrow would be his first official day.
By the time he stepped out, news about him had already spread through the building. The man recommended by the CEO—and a sales representative at that—had become the topic of quiet discussion.
Eyes followed him as he made his way out. A few employees tried to stop him from asking questions, but he brushed them off and kept walking.
He hailed a taxi and headed home.
When the car reached the junction near Ice Snow Estate, he didn't get off at the usual spot. Instead, he asked the driver to stop a short distance away.
He preferred not to reveal his exact location.
The evening streets were quiet as he walked.
A few steps later, his eyes sharpened slightly.
Footsteps. Not one. Not two. Seven.
They weren't even trying to hide it well.
With his enhanced senses, he felt their hostility like a faint chill in the air.
Long Tian didn't slow down.
Instead, he turned into a quiet alley ahead.
The footsteps followed.
After walking far enough from the crowd, he stopped.
The footsteps stopped as well.
He slowly turned around, and his gaze landed on seven men.
They were dressed like the mafia, each with a wooden bat. Long Tian remained unfazed.
The seven men saw Long Tian's face in the dark. One brought out a phone, and Long Tian's picture was displayed on it.
Comparing the picture with Long Tian, they confirmed their target.
"Target confirmed." The one who held the phone grinned.
The others laughed.
"Young man, you should know who you shouldn't offend. Don't worry, we aren't killing you; we are here to break a few of your bones." Another held his wooden bat and walked toward Long Tian.
Long Tian watched him, not moving an inch from where he stood.
He contemplated what was happening. It was clear they had come specifically for him, since they had his picture.
He thought of the company staff he might have offended—but there was none.
From their words, he had offended someone, which caused what was happening.
Then he could only settle on one person.
Seeing Long Tian standing in one place, they thought he was scared out of his wits. The one charging was smiling as if he could see Long Tian begging for mercy.
He made no use of the wooden bat, planning to use his fist to break Long Tian's bones.
He punched Long Tian in the chest but felt as if he had punched a mountain.
The force sent him a few steps back, and his right arm fractured.
He screamed in unexpected pain; his scream snapped the others out of their shock.
They were shocked by this reversal.
Wasn't Long Tian supposed to be the one screaming?
They couldn't believe their eyes. They thought maybe he hadn't punched Long Tian well.
Two of them charged forward, their fists extended.
Long Tian maintained his position.
They punched him from different angles. In an instant, they were sent flying into the trash can, their right arms shattered.
The remaining four were still in shock. With this, they knew there was something wrong.
They had misjudged their target. Their smiles vanished as they became serious.
"If fists don't work, I doubt you can defend against this weapon." One of the four roared, charging with his wooden bat aimed at Long Tian's head.
CRACK!
The wooden bat broke into pieces as it made contact with Long Tian's head. His head had no injury, not even a mark.
The man who had struck held his broken bat, his body shaking wildly in fear.
Long Tian watched all this, the battle becoming boring to him.
He felt he was swatting flies.
His figure moved; all the man holding the bat could see was Long Tian moving like lightning.
Long Tian stood before him, controlling his power to the minimum as he punched the man in his stomach.
The man was sent flying into the trash, and he became seriously injured.
This scene scared the hell out of the remaining three.
Before they could think of escaping, Long Tian blocked their route of escape.
With a swat of Long Tian's right hand, he sent them flying.
He walked towards the one who had the phone, forcibly took the phone, and looked at his picture.
His thoughts were right as he saw the picture of him shopping in the Royal Antique Store.
He never thought the young man would send people after him. It seems he couldn't take the humiliation and wanted to wash it off by teaching him a lesson.
He glanced at the seven men, and killing intent flashed in his eyes for a second.
The seven men felt like they were in hell for a second when his killing intent was released.
They trembled in fear as they realized they had kicked an iron plate.
They knelt down, begging for their lives. As for their pain, death was more of an issue.
Long Tian wanted to kill them before, but he thought of a beautiful plan.
"Don't worry, I am not killing you. I will even take care of your injury." Long Tian said, his lips curling up into a smirk.
The seven men thought they had misheard.
"Sir, do you need us to do anything for you? "They knew that nothing comes scot-free in this world.
"No..." Long Tian shook his head.
They were relieved by this. They didn't ask Long Tian why; their priority was to get out of here.
They looked at Long Tian, wondering how he would heal their injury. They weren't at a hospital.
Long Tian stood before them.
He didn't need needles; with his Divine Doctor's skill, he healed their injuries.
When he saw they were healed, he began his plan.
A shadow of a two-tailed fox floated behind him; his eyes were becoming beast-like—fox-type eyes.
The eyes of the seven men were blank, like puppets.
".. .... .. ... ..... ...." He passed his command and instruction to them.
This was one of the skills that made him gain the title of Fox King.
The seven men fell unconscious for a moment; Long Tian hid in the darkness.
They woke up, surprised to see an unfamiliar place.
"What are we doing here? We weren't done with our target. " One of them roared out, and they all charged out of the alley with their bats, even though they were confusedas to why some were damaged.
Long Tian watched them as they left, a dark smile on his face.
Somewhere in the city, someone's fate had already been decided.