139: Can't you play the victim?
Nie Sheng received a call from Yang Bin, who very concisely reported the coordinates of the location and told him to bring people.
Nie Sheng understood the meaning of those words perfectly.
But he was surprised that it was Yang Bin speaking, not Sun Binghe. After hanging up, Nie Sheng even specifically checked the caller ID.
It was useless for the two executives from Tianchong to shout “Stop,” as the men were drunk and, after being intensely provoked, acted recklessly. Shen Lian and his group were five against eight, facing the opposing manager and his Bodyguards, while Shen Lian had only brought two Bodyguards tonight.
But it was enough.
Amidst the sounds of crashing and smashing, the hotel manager rushed over after receiving the news. Seeing that he couldn't afford to offend anyone, he could only try his best to break up the fight.
Shen Lian was helping his brother. Yang Bin had been struck on the head right under their noses, and the opponent's attitude was extremely arrogant. There was no point in reasoning with a drunkard.
The moment Sun Binghe charged forward, Shen Lian knew that even if they fought, the consequences would definitely be within their ability to handle.
It could only be said that he was mostly right.
The other small part came from Sun Binghe's personal feelings.
Even if the King of Heaven stood opposite him today, he would still fight without hesitation.
The only time Sun Binghe had ever fought Yang Bin was when he was twenty years old.
At that time, he was young and impulsive, had good grades, stood tall, saw sights he had never encountered before, and was eager for success, making him highly versatile. When those rich second-generation kids called him to go street racing, Sun Binghe didn't hesitate.
People who have nothing are inherently unpredictable.
Specifically, they are generally unafraid of death and possess a very strong spirit of adventure.
Sun Binghe enjoyed the racing, circling the mountain roads. One slip and he would have been smashed to pieces. He kept going until dawn, when Yang Bin, who had been looking for him all night, finally cornered him. Needless to say, the two fought.
Sun Binghe couldn't beat Yang Bin then, but he refused to yield. The mountain wind was fierce. He was pinned against the rocky cliff face by Yang Bin, his lip was split, and one side of his face was swollen. He turned his head and said coldly, “Hit me. Just kill me.”
Yang Bin slammed a fist beside his ear, and dust and debris scattered down.
“You heartless thing,” Yang Bin said hoarsely. “I've been looking for you all night! A whole night! If you want to die, why don't you die somewhere far away? Die where I can't see you, so I don't have to worry myself sick preparing your corpse!”
Sun Binghe’s heart trembled violently. He subconsciously looked at Yang Bin and finally saw that besides anger, Yang Bin's eyes were filled with anxiety and pain.
“From now on, just be my little brother.”
The words Yang Bin had said echoed in his ears.
Sun Binghe had only taken them as nice words, but at this moment, he finally understood that Yang Bin was serious.
Sun Binghe didn't hold out for long. Once he understood this point, he admitted his mistake and went home with Yang Bin.
He couldn't let his family worry, Sun Binghe thought, nor could he let his family be bullied. This was one of the rules he set for himself.
Rules could not be broken.
Sun Binghe could have done nothing, warned the other party, taken Yang Bin to treat his wounds, and then slowly dealt with this ignorant Tianchong manager later.
But his heart wouldn't allow it.
If he couldn't even take immediate revenge, and had to resort to all the complicated tricks of the business world, what had Sun Binghe been doing all these years?
And Shen Lian physically joining the fight immediately ignited Sun Binghe's blood.
One of the opposing Bodyguards seemed to have been kicked by Yang Bin and crashed into a private room door. The noise immediately sounded like someone was crashing the party.
Before long, the private room door opened, and two people walked out, cursing: “Who is it? Don't you damn well check the room number? Can you afford to crash—”
Shen Lian found the voice familiar. Taking a break, he looked back and called out loudly, “CEO Kuang, what a coincidence!”
Kuang Chenghai rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.
The group opposite them was fighting like a swarm of bees. Decorative vases and cabinets were smashed everywhere, and the paintings on the walls were ripped and barely hanging.
This dream felt so real, Kuang Chenghai thought, otherwise how could he see Assistant Sun and Assistant Yang leading Shen Lian in a group brawl?
“Shit!” Sun Binghe was caught off guard, kicked in the back, and slammed sideways into the wall.
Then, for the first time, Kuang Chenghai heard Assistant Yang swear: “Fuck! Get the hell away from me!”
Like a sudden crash of cymbals next to his ear, Kuang Chenghai's brain gently rattled with a 'buzz,' and he finally realized it wasn't a hallucination.
The hotel manager dared not offend this third party either, so he quickly stepped forward and smiled apologetically to CEO Kuang: “CEO Kuang, I apologize! We will resolve the trouble here immediately, please...”
“Assistant Sun!” Kuang Chenghai's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. He roared in anger, and after momentarily pausing the action for a second, he charged in screaming “Ahhh,” successfully using his personal tonnage to send a Bodyguard flying three meters away.
The hotel manager: “...”
I quit.
Damn it! Kuang Chenghai wasn't good at fighting, but he had brute strength. He thought of CEO Chu, who always presided calmly over quarterly and summary meetings, and the two unwavering patron saint special assistants by his side, plus the constantly motivated senior executives, all of whom formed the impenetrable barrier of Hengtai.
Especially Sun Binghe. Which executive, big or small, hadn't been scolded by him? After so many times, everyone found humor in their misery, even comparing notes on who had been scolded less—either their performance was decent, or they were too useless for Assistant Sun to bother scolding (the latter being the majority case).
After a long time, being scolded brought a feeling of both frantic excitement and comfort.
None of them dared to talk back to Sun Binghe, yet now, in some crappy hotel, two special assistants had been beaten!
And Shen Lian!
Kuang Chenghai went mad thinking about it, as if Gaia possessed him, fearing neither gods nor buddhas.
He knew one thing: if he didn't step forward now, he would have no say in Hengtai later, and it would be utterly embarrassing if his colleagues found out.
“Oh my god...” Yang Bin was momentarily stunned, watching Kuang Chenghai push away four people with outstretched arms.
“I told you,” Sun Binghe hissed, covering his bruised arm. “A good scolding takes ten years off your age.”
Yang Bin: “...”
Shen Lian: “...”
With Kuang Chenghai joining, the tide of the battle turned.
The hotel manager was checking the situation while typing up his resignation report on his phone.
They really couldn't afford to offend them.
When Nie Sheng arrived, the area had been plowed over twice, looking even more catastrophic than when Kuang Chenghai first saw it; even the wallpaper had been ripped off.
Shen Lian sat on a stool, blowing on his twisted right middle finger; the knuckles were red.
Yang Bin had a good constitution, and the wound on his forehead had stopped bleeding on its own. At the moment, he and Sun Binghe flanked Shen Lian, staring at his finger as if it were the last flickering flame.
Shen Lian chuckled, “What are you afraid of? We didn't start the trouble.”
Sun Binghe frowned: “That may be true...”
“Can't you play the victim?” Shen Lian interrupted. “It was that stupid manager who, relying on his drunkenness, hit Assistant Yang first. Judging by his tone, he wasn't just looking for trouble, he wanted Assistant Yang to sell himself? Can we tolerate that? No man could tolerate that! They had more people, and we stood firm until death. Isn't that heroic? If I were Chu Yilan, I'd give you both a raise, no matter what.”
Yang Bin covered his face upon hearing this. Would that work?
Sun Binghe turned to look at the observing CEO Kuang: “CEO Kuang, you go report.”
“Assistant Sun!” Kuang Chenghai cried, his voice trembling in fear. “I risked my life for the Organization! I bled for the Organization!”
Sun Binghe couldn't bear it for a moment.
“Ahem ahem.” Shen Lian coughed twice.
Everyone understood instantly, and their eyes simultaneously shifted to Nie Sheng.
Nie Sheng: “...”
Nie Sheng tilted his head, glanced at the hotel manager, instantly saw the content on his phone, and said with a detached, world-weary tone, “Oh, that's written quite well. I'll pay you, why don't you write one for me too?”