Hao Jian suddenly recalled what Tie Shan had told him; he said that Sun Minghui was dirty-handed, always stealing from the company and then framing it on them.
What Hao Jian hadn't expected was to actually catch him in the act.
In the deep of night, close to dawn, Sun Minghui was sneaking around the warehouse alone, dragging a batch of iron boxes filled with silver jewelry. His intentions were self-evident.
"I didn't expect it to be Minister Sun, a pleasure to meet you," said Hao Jian with a smirk, cupping one hand in the other before his chest in greeting.
"Since you know who I am, why don't you just scram?" Sun Minghui said, sneering.
"I can't do that. As a security guard of the company, it's my duty to protect the company's property. I can't just watch a thief steal company finances and ignore it," Hao Jian said solemnly.
"You're calling me a thief?"
Sun Minghui's eyes immediately blazed with rage. He knew many were aware of his deeds. Even the president turned a blind eye, and no one had ever dared to call him out.
It was precisely because of this that Sun Minghui became increasingly brazen.
And now, a mere security guard dared to call him such piercing words to his face, Sun Minghui was instantly furious.
Hao Jian sneered, "Sneaking around and moving stuff in the middle of the night, if not a thief, then what?"
Sun Minghui was indeed as the rumors described, engaging in sneaky thefts and being brazen about it.
He was stealing, and he did it so confidently. The shamelessness was invincible. Hao Jian didn't even know what to say.
"I am the head of the marketing department, and I have the authority to take any item from the warehouse. What does a new security guard like you know? You even dare to meddle in my affairs?" Sun Minghui snorted angrily, his face darkened. He was certain Hao Jian had to be new; otherwise, he would never dare to talk to him .
Being new and not understanding how things work, Sun Minghui felt it was necessary to teach him a lesson about what it means to understand.
"All I know is that a minister can indeed take items from the warehouse! But before taking anything, you must report to security. I suppose you haven't done that, right? And I'll tell you this: I, the small security guard, will definitely handle this matter!" Hao Jian hummed.
If Shu Ya had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't bother with such trivialities.
But the thing is, Shu Ya was about to become his wife. Although it was just for a term of three years, she would still be his wife, and of course, he had the obligation to protect her property for her.
Another thing was that this old fool was acting all high and mighty, which really annoyed Hao Jian. Since he was irritated, Sun Minghui shouldn't expect to enjoy himself.
"Are you sure you're not giving me this face?" Sun Minghui's face was filled with ferocity, clearly angered to the point of embarrassment!
"If you want to take something, just report to security," Hao Jian said with crossed arms, looking at Sun Minghui with interest. His stance was clear.
Thinking of stealing? Dream on!
"Damn it, what do you think you are? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice; how dare you talk to me ? Do you believe I can make it so you can't stay in this company?" Sun Minghui exploded in rage. A nobody dared to talk back to him this way; when had he ever lost so much face in the company?
In his eyes, getting rid of Hao Jian was as easy as moving his lips. Since this kid was courting death, he might as well oblige!
"Eaten more salt than I have eaten rice? Then you must have high blood pressure by now, how come you haven't dropped dead?" Hao Jian mocked.
"You…" Sun Minghui was suddenly at a loss for words, trembling as he pointed at Hao Jian:
"I'm asking you one last time, are you going to get out of the way or not?"
"What if I do, what if I don't?" Hao Jian found it amusing.
"If you step aside, I'll act as if nothing ever happened. If you don't, hmm, then I'll make sure you regret it!" Sun Minghui snorted heavily, his gaze filled with malice.
"Oh, then no," Hao Jian pursed his lips and said.
"You... Are you playing me?"
Sun Minghui glared at Hao Jian fiercely, realizing that this boy was dead set on courting his trouble.
"Wow, you've seen through something so difficult to guess, you're really smart!" Hao Jian exclaimed in admiration.
However, hearing this, Sun Minghui flew into a rage. His face grew so dark it seemed it could drip water. He took out his cell phone and made a call, uttering just two words:
After that, Sun Minghui stared at Hao Jian, his sinister smile emerging, "Now, even if you want to leave, you won't be able to."
Hao Jian just smiled and shrugged, making no comment.
It wasn't long before four burly men ran up from downstairs and arrived beside Sun Minghui!
Sun Minghui wanted to steal from the company, and of course, he couldn't do it alone.
After all, he was too old for the heavy lifting. So, every time it was his job to drag the items downstairs, then the four men would transport them to the pawnshop to be sold.
"Old Sun, what's taking so long?" One of the burly men, his face fierce, spoke discontentedly.
"This new security guard won't let me take things out, help me deal with him!"
Sun Minghui said grimly, the only thought in his mind at the moment was to teach Hao Jian a lesson and show him whom he could provoke and whom he couldn't.
"Oh?" The big man turned his head toward Hao Jian, a cruel smirk on his face:
"Kid, you dare to mess with Third Zhu's business?"
Seeing that Hao Jian barely had much meat on his bones, Third Zhu's men all began to ridicule him. Did a skinny guy like him dare to mess with their livelihood? Wasn't that just seeking death?
"Third Zhu? Why not just call yourself Pig Head Three? That name would suit your character better." Hao Jian teased.
Third Zhu's expression instantly stiffened – this kid was pretty cocky.
"Boss, he's making fun of you," one of Third Zhu's men said.
Third Zhu turned and slapped him across the face: "Damn it, do I need you to tell me that? Don't I know that already?"
Then, with a sinister smile on his face, Third Zhu looked at Hao Jian:
"Kid, I'm giving you a chance right now. Kneel and kowtow to me three times, and I'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'll have my brothers break your limbs and cut your tongue out."
Hao Jian looked at Sun Minghui, then at Third Zhu, and laughed:
"The same old formula, the same old taste! Did you guys rehearse this together before you came?"
"Break his limbs for me!"
Third Zhu was completely infuriated, his demeanor murderous as he spoke. At this point, the kid was still daring to mock him; he was plainly seeking death.
The burly men laughed grimly and charged at him!
Third Zhu was at the forefront, his fist aimed directly at Hao Jian's face.
Hao Jian let out a contemptuous scoff, his figure shifting like a ghost, silently appearing at Third Zhu's side. Third Zhu's punch just grazed Hao Jian's nose.
Then, with a dragon tail sweep, Hao Jian's leg directly kicked towards Third Zhu's abdomen, sending him flying horizontally through the air.
The crowd watched as Third Zhu flew five or six meters and 'thud' fell to the ground, then started to moan.
"You... you dare to hit our boss?"
The others, upon seeing Third Zhu being kicked away, were first stunned, then filled with immense rage, their faces ferocious.
"Don't rush, soon you'll all be just like him,"
Hao Jian said with a playful smile!