บท 145: Plump Backside

Yang Enterprise.

In the deadly silent room, a nervous and sweaty man sat in front of a regal dragon whose lethally emotionless expression was scarier than facing a serial killer.

Time trickled by extremely slow, where a minute felt like an hour. The room was also precariously cold. The man thought he was sitting in front of a snow-covered mountain, instead of a brooding man.

"B-Boss…" The executive tried to ignite a conversation, but his voice was too meek and pathetic for Yang Feng to even bother with the talk.

"You're fired." Yang Feng pressed a button and in rushed the security team.

The executive wailed upon hearing the two most dreadful words in the world. He squealed like a pig being slaughtered. "No, wait, Boss please! Give me another chance! I swear I won't be bribed again—" Too late. He was dragged out of the room, screaming, kicking, and begging for mercy, his grating voice bouncing off the hallways, causing the employees to cringe upon hearing the deafening sound.