"You bastard!"

Schmidt finally couldn't stand Chen Xiao's sarcasm any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and glared at Chen Xiao. "You little brat, you're really asking for it!"

He gritted his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulging high, like a rabid beast.

Chen Xiao sneered and looked at Schmidt with disdain. "There's an old saying in Hua, 'Business may fail, but goodwill remains.' I just disagreed with your collaboration, and you want to kill me? The ancients did not deceive me; indeed, those who are not of my race must have different hearts!"

"Mr. Schmidt, please calm down and value harmony!" Zhao Xiaobo hurriedly advised.

He wasn't trying to help Chen Xiao; he was helping Schmidt.

After all, he knew that Chen Xiao had connections in the underworld. If they really fought, Schmidt, this dragon crossing the river—no, it should be a dragon crossing the sea—might not be Chen Xiao's opponent.

"You bastard, which side are you on?" Schmidt roared at Zhao Xiaobo.

Zhao Xiaobo quickly said, "Mr. Schmidt, I am an employee of Kangxing Corporation, and you are my superior. Of course, I am on your side..."

Chen Xiao sternly shouted, "Zhao Xiaobo, you better not sit on the wrong side. Don't forget who you are, and more importantly, don't forget your motherland!"

"I, this... Alas, you two immortals are fighting; please leave me alone, okay?" Zhao Xiaobo was caught in the middle, not knowing what to do.

He had good intentions, but who would have thought that good intentions would not lead to good results!

Schmidt's face was uncertain as he looked at Chen Xiao. "You bastard, you dare to sow discord!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Chen Xiao.

He was tall and strong, regularly working out, and had also studied fighting with a combat master, so ordinary people were no match for him.

But who was Chen Xiao? In his eyes, someone like Schmidt was no different from a three-year-old child.

"You dare to attack?" Chen Xiao's eyes turned cold, and he slapped out.

*Pa—*

Mr. Schmidt's body flew up directly, rotating more than 1,800 degrees in the air, before falling to the floor face down, ass up, in a dog-eating-shit posture.

"Damn it, you actually dare to hit me. You're really asking for it! Someone, get someone!" After getting up, Schmidt roared like a mad dog.

Immediately afterward, a group of bodyguards wearing black suits, white shirts, and earpieces rushed in.

These bodyguards were black, white, and mixed, all tall and burly, with sharp eyes and fierce expressions.

Moreover, several of them had bulges at their waists, clearly carrying firearms.

"Kill him for me!" Schmidt pointed at Chen Xiao and ordered the bodyguards.

The bodyguards immediately swarmed towards Chen Xiao. They were well-trained and coordinated seamlessly. Seeing that Chen Xiao was alone and not particularly tall or strong, they immediately thought this would be a hearty beating.

They were half right. It was indeed a hearty beating, but the target of the beating was not Chen Xiao, but them.

In just three or four seconds, they were beaten to a pulp by Chen Xiao and all fell to the ground.

Even more terrifying, none of them could capture how the thin Hua man had made his moves.

"Hua, Hua country kung fu... lives up to its name, amazing, amazing..." A dark-skinned foreigner's eyes lit up as he said in broken Hua language.

Although he had been beaten miserably, the expression on his face was actually quite happy!

Chen Xiao cupped his fist at him and said with a smile, "You're too kind!"

They were just bodyguards trying to make a living. Chen Xiao had no deep hatred for them, not even hatred at all. After knocking them down, he ignored them.

He slowly walked towards Schmidt.

Zhao Xiaobo said tremblingly, "Chen, Chen Xiao... What, what do you want to do? I warn you not to mess around. This is Mr. Schmidt, the global vice president of Kangxing Group..."

"Shut your mouth! You dog who betrays his own kind!" Chen Xiao cursed angrily, causing Zhao Xiaobo to soften his legs and reflexively cover his mouth.

Chen Xiao walked up to Schmidt and looked down at him.

"Mr. Schmidt, do you still want to kill me?"

"You, what do you want to do? I warn you not to mess around, or you will pay the price!" Schmidt threatened.

Chen Xiao chuckled and stepped on Schmidt's chiseled face.

"The price? You should think about the price you'll pay for provoking me!"

Chen Xiao's foot slowly pressed down, and Schmidt let out a pig-like howl. His originally stern and handsome face began to gradually deform.

"Shit, fuck, I'm going to kill you! Ah..." Schmidt shouted loudly.

But Chen Xiao turned a deaf ear. When he lifted his foot, Schmidt's stern and handsome face was completely ruined.

Half of his face was unscathed, but the other half was deeply sunken, crushed like a pile of mud, with even small pieces of bone visible inside, and his eyeball was drooping out.

Even a hundred plastic surgeries wouldn't restore this face to its original state.

And now, he looked neither human nor ghost, half angel, half devil!

Chen Xiao made him look like this, obviously paying homage to the Two-Face in American movies. This could be considered a small, dark joke.

"This is just a small lesson. If you dare to provoke Miss Song Anran again in the future, it won't be as simple as disfigurement. Believe me, I will make you wish you were dead!"

After saying that, Chen Xiao laughed and strode away.

Only then did Schmidt understand why Chen Xiao had a problem with him.

"Song Anran, so it's Song Anran! That bitch! So you're all in cahoots..." Schmidt pounded the ground and roared in anger.

Zhao Xiaobo had long been frightened out of his wits, and his pants were wet, but seeing this scene, he felt that his chance to show his loyalty had come again.

"Mr. Schmidt, do you need me to call you an ambulance?"

"Call..."

"Okay, I'll go call one now!"

"Call your mother, you bastard. This is all your fault. If you hadn't recommended this bastard to me, I wouldn't have met him. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have been turned into this inhuman monster!"

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The more Schmidt spoke, the angrier he became. Ignoring the fact that his eyeball was still drooping out of his face, he jumped up and grabbed at Zhao Xiaobo.

Zhao Xiaobo was so frightened that he peed again and turned to run. But as he turned, he bumped into someone.

The person was handsome and elegant, with golden hair combed back. He smiled slightly at Zhao Xiaobo, then opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and bit down on Zhao Xiaobo's neck...