He hoped that this person would pound and write a complaint that would let him find a place to snooze instead.
Pan Dashan’s eyes widened. He had never seen such a brazen security guard. He even questioned if he was a real security guard or just pretending to be one.
Suddenly, Ren Feifan opened his eyes and noticed a woman lying in the nearby car.
Moreover, he recognized the woman!
Right now Sun Qingqing was closing her eyes, wearing a knee-length dress, her slim legs curled up, a black coat covering her upper body. If Ren Feifan hadn’t been able to see through it all, he would have missed her presence.
Honestly, since the last incident, Ren Feifan had not seen Sun Qingqing for quite some time.
But why was Sun Qingqing in the car now?
More importantly, why was she in this bald fatty’s car?
Suddenly, Ren Feifan noticed a bloodstain on Sun Qingqing’s forehead and he became ice-cold.
Obviously, Sun Qingqing had been knocked out by this fat guy!
Ren Feifan suddenly felt quite fortunate that Xu Shihan had assigned him to this security job, otherwise he would have missed this. Could this be destiny? It seemed too coincidental.
If he hadn’t appeared here today, he wouldn’t want to think about what would happen next.
Ren Feifan stood up from the rocking chair, standing head and shoulders taller than Pan Dashan, who instantly took a few steps back.
"What do you want? Do you know who I am? Allow me inside immediately!" Pan Dashan demanded.
Ren Feifan touched the car, an evil smirk on his face: "Hey boss, is this car valuable?"
As soon as Pan Dashan heard this was about money, he became confident and said arrogantly: "This car... fifty years of your salary wouldn’t be enough to buy it. Don’t touch it! If you dirty my car, you won’t be able to afford the damages!"
Ren Feifan nodded: "And if this car gets wrecked somehow?"
"Of course it goes straight to the shop for repairs. What kind of question is that from a security guard?" Pan Dashan subconsciously stepped in front of Ren Feifan, fearful that he might see Sun Qingqing in the back seat.
"And what if it’s severely damaged, can it still be repaired?"
"What are you trying to imply?" Pan Dashan was confused.
Ren Feifan gave a small nod as he suddenly lifted his arm, landing a punch on the hood of the car.
Immediately, a huge dent appeared on the front of the Porsche. And that was even after Ren Feifan had held back.
Pan Dashan was horrified. He tried to push Ren Feifan aside, but found him immovable.
"You, you, you! Do you know how much this Porsche costs? You’re doomed! How dare a shitty security guard like you lay a hand on my car, don’t you know Zheng Qiang of Lin City is my bro!"
Ren Feifan shifted his gaze, suddenly turning to the back seat: "Oh, hey boss, the beauty in the back is quite a looker!"
Pan Dashan startled, he quickly scrambled into the driver’s seat, coldly saying, "None of your business, can’t my girlfriend sleep in here? Get away. You wasted so much of my time, quickly open the gate, or else I am complaining directly to your chairman!"
Ren Feifan firmly placed his hand on the car, smiling: "Even a bottom-of-the-barrel security guard is still a security guard. And moreover, I’m the Flower Guard of the whole Elime, any flower or grass that wants to go out needs my nod. Now, I am not giving the nod, so you can’t leave!"
"Fuck off!" Pan Dashan was completely furious that even a security guard dared to stop him. He honked the horn and yelled, "Get out of the way now, or I’ll run you over!"
"Really, you can try!" In an instant, Ren Feifan’s earlier harmless gaze turned icy cold, bloodthirsty, murderous, just like the reincarnation of the Grim Reaper!
Pan Dashan stiffened, a chilling murderous aura enveloping his entire body!
He felt his breath becoming short and fast, his back instantly soaked with sweat!
With that look, this guy has definitely killed someone!
The next second, he stepped hard on the gas. As a loud roar blared, Pan Dashan was certain that the puny guard in front of him would be sent soaring.
The Porsche was immobile - like there was a towering mountain blocking its path!
"Bang!" The Porsche’s engine suddenly smoked due to overheating!
Pan Dashan was terrified and tried to open the car door, but found that the security guard was holding the door, no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn’t budge!
Ren Feifan held the door of the driver’s side with one hand, and opened the back door with the other, taking Sun Qingqing into his arms.
With Qingqing in his arms, Sun Qianqian’s chest pushed against Ren Feifan’s, creating quite an experience for him.
"Remember the first question I asked you?"
Ren Feifan holding Sun Qingqing stood in front of the Porsche, amusedly looking at Pan Dashan inside the car.
Pan Dashan paused, recollecting that this guard had asked about car repairs.
The next second, he felt the sensation of weightlessness. The entire car was lifted straight off the ground!
The strong inertia almost made him feel the entire world was upside down. If it hadn’t been for the seatbelt, he would’ve surely been thrown out!
When he finally comprehended what was happening, he was terrified to the point of shuddering!
Because he saw his Porsche being lifted easily by the security guard!
The guy made it seem like it was the most effortless thing ever!
Worst of all, the security guard was holding a woman in the other hand!
Holy shit! Is this guy human or ghost?
Ren Feifan casually threw the Porsche as one would a toy.
Pan Dashan felt the strong vibrations, and the Porsche’s airbags inflated instantaneously wrapping around his entire body, his consciousness immediately plunged into darkness...
If he had known he would encounter such maniacal security at Elime, he would’ve been dead before returning a second time.
Ren Feifan brought Sun Qingqing to his office, hitting a few acupuncture points on her body, and Sun Qianqian’s damp eyes opened. The moment she saw Ren Feifan, she threw herself into his arms.
"Feifan! How are you here?"
Feeling the softness against his chest, Ren Feifan licked his lips and teased: "Last time, you had your period and ruined my plans. Now I am, of course, here to reclaim what’s mine."
Hearing this, Sun Qianqian turned her head, her face blushing: "Who wants to do that with you!"
"If you don’t want to, then forget it, I am leaving!"
Ren Feifan pretended to leave. He had taken a few steps when Sun Qingqing stopped him: "I was joking!"
Ren Feifan turned around, and step by step, approached Sun Qingqing, smirking: "So, do you want it, or not?"
"Want." A tiny whisper left Sun Qingqing’s lips.
Just as Ren Feifan was about to make a move, a clear knock on the door interrupted them.
"Ren Feifan, the President is asking for you in his office!"
It was the voice of Xu Shihan’s assistant, Juan.