Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 375 - 377: The Game of Manipulating People

Chapter 375: Chapter 377: The Game of Manipulating People

Chapter 377: Playing People’s Games

Wu Fatso looked at the woman with some astonishment. He simply couldn’t understand why Lin Zifeng would appear here. And to come in with this woman, it gave Wu a rather ominous premonition.

Seeing Wu’s gaze fixed on her, the woman lowered her head and remained silent, not offering any explanation. To her, the demon-like man beside her was akin to an invisible bomb.

"Minister Wu, aren’t you going to invite me in to sit?" Lin Zifeng casually took out a cigarette and lit it, sweeping his gaze over Wu with a smile that was not quite a smile, which sent chills all over Wu’s body.

Wu instinctively stepped back and directly declined, "I’m sorry, I don’t know you!"

"Oh?!" Lin Zifeng’s eyebrows raised slightly, his interest piqued as he said, "It’s only been a few days, Minister Wu seems to have quite the forgetful memory?" As he spoke, Lin Zifeng took a cigarette out of the box and stuffed it into Minister Wu’s mouth, then playfully patted his chubby cheek, laughing, "Could it be that Minister Wu has a guilty conscience?"

Wu was itching to slap him, then charge forward and viciously stamp a few times on this guy’s face, but the aura emitted by Lin Zifeng had taken Wu by surprise. He ended up standing frozen at the doorstep, unable to move.

Lin Zifeng directly pushed Wu inside and, holding the woman’s hand, they walked together into the room.

"What, what are you trying to do?" Wu finally reacted and quickly stepped forward to stop Lin Zifeng’s actions.

But Lin Zifeng suddenly turned around, extended his hand, and fiercely slapped Wu to the ground.

His gaze then fell on Zhang Xixi inside the room.

At that moment, Zhang Xixi’s clothing was slightly disheveled. It looked like he had arrived not too late; Mr. Wu hadn’t carried out his next action yet. However, seeing this scene stirred Lin Zifeng’s temper.

Through the contact over these days, he found that Zhang Xixi, this young and beautiful director, was actually quite decent. Not only was she hardworking and uncomplaining at work, but she also understood propriety in her actions. The key was that this girl gave Lin Zifeng a particularly gentle feeling.

She lacked Nangong Bing’s cold aloofness, Mu Yang’s fiery spirit, Hua Buqi’s quirky spirit, and Liu Tangtang’s pretentiousness... but she had a heart capable of enduring. For example, when Lin Zifeng first came to Tianyu Group, Jia Zhenjing had peeked under her skirt by mistake, which ended up being attributed to Lin Zifeng, but she didn’t say a word about it. Another time in the elevator, Lin Zifeng’s security pin caught on Zhang Xixi’s shirt button, almost causing a wardrobe malfunction.

But Zhang Xixi never mentioned any of these incidents to Lin Zifeng. Even when Lin Zifeng was working as her assistant, she never used these slip-ups to blackmail him; instead, she helped him a lot at work.

Noticing the movement in the room, Zhang Xixi merely raised her head faintly, first surprised, then embarrassed. Finally, Zhang Xixi’s eyes even held a kind of gratitude.

However, her emotional turmoil soon turned into confusion.

"Are you all right?" Lin Zifeng stepped forward, asking softly and considerately.

Zhang Xixi shook her head without speaking. But her eyes were already moistening.

"I’m sorry, it’s my fault for coming late," Lin Zifeng apologized again.

"How, how did you know I was here?" Zhang Xixi’s emotions started to become chaotic. The fact that Lin Zifeng had discovered her affair with Minister Wu triggered a suicidal impulse in her. She didn’t know whether her image in his eyes would now become that of a disreputable woman.

"Ac... actually, it’s not what you saw. I—I don’t know how to explain it to you," said Zhang Xixi, her emotions extremely complex. She feared that Lin Zifeng would misunderstand her inappropriate relationship with Wu Fatso, but she couldn’t clear things up in a hurry and her voice grew fainter as she stammered to the end, to the point that even she might not know what she was saying herself.

"No need to say anymore, I already know everything, and I believe you!" Lin Zifeng said to Zhang Xixi with a tone of firm earnestness.

Immediately, warmth spread through Zhang Xixi’s heart, and even the tears swirled in her eyelids, ready to flow down at any moment. A thousands words were left unspoken, and the feeling of being trusted was indeed wonderful.

Lin Zifeng caressed Zhang Xixi’s lovely cheek with his hand, then stood up and walked toward Wu Fatso.

At this time, the woman by his side had already been frightened by Lin Zifeng’s actions. Her pale, fair face was drained of color, her hands placed behind her, and her gaze bore a hint of fear as she looked at Lin Zifen, dreading that the man might lash out in anger and do something outrageous.

"I never hit women," Lin Zifeng said to the woman with a smile.

Hiss—

The woman finally let her guard down and took a deep sigh of relief.

But after listening, Wu the Fatty couldn’t help but shiver violently.

Never hit women? So, did he mean he preferred to hit men?

Recalling the pain from the slap just moments ago, Wu the Fatty wished he could chop off a certain part of himself.

Lin Zifeng slowly approached Wu the Fatty. Each step landed like a heavy hammer on Wu’s heart, with fresh blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth and cold sweat on his forehead streaming down like rain.

"What, what do you want to do to me?" Wu the Fatty asked in terror, staring at the man in front of him with a slight smile, feeling that beneath the smile lurked a demon.

"I don’t want to do anything, you just need to take off your clothes," Lin Zifeng shrugged and said with a smile.

"Take, take off my clothes?" Wu the Fatty and the woman said in shock at the same time.

"Any questions?" For such people, hitting them would only dirty my hands. If you want to play, you have to play so they can never get back up.

Wu the Fatty still felt the pain from the slap, now was not the time to ask why.

Now he was the boss, and I was nothing, there was no choice but to agree. Who let him hold a grip on me now.

Under Lin Zifeng’s firm demand, Wu the Fatty still took them off.

All that was left was a pair of underwear.

His fat belly, like chunks of pork belly, piled up layer upon layer.

"Your turn," Lin Zifeng said, quite pleased with Wu the Fatty’s behavior.

Pointing towards the woman, he spoke indifferently.

"Me?!" The woman was also stunned.

"What’s wrong? You think there is something to be shy about?" Lin Zifeng asked with a sly smile.

"No way!" the woman flatly refused.

"Well, then someone else will do it for you," Lin Zifeng said slowly as he moved toward Wu the Fatty, kicking him fiercely to the ground, stepping on his hand, grinding it underfoot.

The pain made Wu the Fatty howl like a pig being slaughtered.

Dealing with such a person, Lin Zifeng felt no need for sympathy. Agree with him, when has he ever shown sympathy for others?

Take the case of Zhang Xixi. Wu the Fatty used threats and temptations, employing every trick in the book.

Of course!

The woman in cahoots with Wu the Fatty was no saint either.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" The agonizing pain in his fingers nearly made Wu the Fatty pass out.

"Do you know what to do now?" Lin Zifeng asked, bending over with a smile as he stepped on Wu’s fat palms.

"Sir! I understand, I understand! I get it ..." Wu the Fatty nodded repeatedly in agreement.