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Chapter 603 - 390 Remote Control_2

Chapter 603: Chapter 390 Remote Control_2

"Looks like we still need to find a reliable coach..."

At worst, even a fitness coach would do!

Although Wanwu Security Company had just started, they were surprisingly not short on client resources.

On their original turf, there were already numerous shops, bars, and KTVs; these were now under unified management, requiring a few security guards in each place.

With another recent expansion of nearly a hundred brothers, a call for help in the group chat achieved the effect of "Once the arrow is shot, thousands of troops meet like a storm."

Paying for social insurances and a housing fund was definitely required.

He, Cheng Biao, had also made the leap from the lowest ranks of organized groups to the stage of a junior professional army.

Alongside companies like Changqing Biological, Baiyeji Group, and Mengshan Pasture under the umbrella of Wanwu Holding, subsequent security tasks were progressively handed over to them, necessitating a large workforce.

This led to a scenario where they were not short of business but short of security guards...

Recruiting people was simple, but according to Meng Lang’s requirements, the core members of this security company needed to be impeccable; each must be an elite among guards!

Where was he supposed to find such people?

Elite guards weren’t as common as cabbages—where could you casually find an abundance of idle top-tier soldiers for recruitment?

Having Ah Xing was like stumbling upon a stroke of fantastic luck.

Brother Biao could only settle for the next best thing, offering high salaries for recruits, while providing intensive training for his own men.

It was just that his top fighter was indeed capable, but unfortunately, he was from the experiential school of martial arts and couldn’t really teach others with his personal combat experience.

With Ah Xing’s mind and temperament, he was hardly suitable to be a coach either.

The Master Yan beside Brother Meng looked pretty suitable, though.

But speaking of the company’s martial arts consultant, the contract indicated only four words, "Come if you love."

That was completely an arrangement for collecting salary without actual work.

It’s been so long since they opened; apart from showing up to sign the contract, he hasn’t even clocked in for work once!

But who would dare to challenge the "strongest relation"?

We dare not speak, nor inquire...

"Hey! Who are you guys? You can’t just come in here!"

Just then, some noise came from the entrance not far away.

Brother Biao turned his head to see a young follower reaching out his hand, apparently trying to push an intruder out.

The next moment, the person was sent flying back...

"Bang!" As the gatekeeping follower heavily crashed to the ground, everyone finally snapped to attention.

"Damn!" "Are you seeking death!" "Brothers, get your weapons!"

A group of dozens of followers promptly stood up and swarmed forward.

Brother Biao frowned and, along with Ah Xing, walked over.

After parting the crowd, they found a cold-faced backpacker, followed by an old man and a youth, who looked at everyone in surprise.

To the bystanders, the two groups that had just entered seemed connected.

"You guys..."

Before Brother Biao could speak, Ah Xing took a half step forward, subtly positioning Brother Biao behind him.

"Brother Biao, be careful, they are all masters!"

Ah Xing’s tone was unusually serious, yet his eyes were somewhat excited and itching for a challenge.

He was worried about not having opponents, and now three had shown up at once!

Hearing Ah Xing’s warning, Brother Biao’s expression tightened, and he couldn’t help but size up the three people again.

The old man in Tang suit looked frail, unlikely to be a threat. However, the young men, just by the fitness of their muscles, were clearly not to be trifled with.

Especially that cold-faced backpacker, who was just short of having "I am a master" written on his face.

Sensing the fighting spirit in Ah Xing’s eyes, the backpacker curled the corner of his mouth, displaying a smug look.

"I just watched you; the Five Ancestor Fist was not bad, but you are still no match for me."

"What?" Ah Xing raised an eyebrow.

Winning or losing was another matter, but just the attitude of this guy... was really asking for a beating...

"Ah Xing, don’t be impulsive!" Brother Biao held back Ah Xing, who wanted to step forward, and said to the opposite side.

"You people are quite unfamiliar. I don’t know which circle you’re from. I, Cheng Biao, always seek harmony and prosperity in business. When did I offend you?"

You people?

The two groups turned to look at each other, immediately realizing there had been a misunderstanding.

The master and disciple immediately stepped half a step to the side.

"You’ve misunderstood; we’re not together."

Just from the half-step move of the master and disciple, that cold backpacker narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So it turns out we’re fellows. That being said, you must also be here to challenge Hero of Guanzhong?"

"Challenge the Hero of Guanzhong? No, no, no, we’re just here for medical advice," Li Lei waved his hand.

He then clasped his hands in the traditional gesture of the martial arts world.

"I am Li Lei, and this is my master."

"Li Lei... Baji Fist Li Lei?" Upon hearing this name, the backpacker’s eyes brightened.

"Indeed, it is I."

"I never expected to encounter a Baji Fist expert here. I would love to spar with you, but you are not my opponent today..."

The backpacker then turned toward Cheng Biao at the forefront.

After making a martial greeting, he formally presented his calling card.

"Please ask Hero of Guanzhong to come out, I am Xiang Wenlong, a Shaolin disciple, today... I’ve specially come to issue a challenge!"

To issue a challenge?!

Everyone was stunned.

Brother Biao finally came to his senses and hurriedly started making calls...

...

First-class Residence.

"Click!" x2