Part-time Boss
Chapter 35 - 35 35 Calm Madness

35: Chapter 35 Calm Madness 35: Chapter 35 Calm Madness “Don’t—”

The scream was abruptly cut off as the tip of the pen stopped less than a millimeter from Wang Ziheng’s neck.

Mo Fei gripped Wang Ziheng’s neck with one hand, pressing him mercilessly against the wall,

while his other hand clutched the pen, aimed at Wang Ziheng’s throat.

“You son of a bitch, say it once more.

I didn’t hear you clearly just now.

What did you just say?

You want to sue me, right?

Want to fight it out in court, right?

Want to ruin me financially, right?

You motherfucker, say it again if you dare, say it just one more time—now, right now!”

With each shout, he pressed an inch closer to Wang Ziheng, the last sentence nearly roared into Wang Ziheng’s face, spittle spraying upon him, yet Wang Ziheng dared not move an inch.

“You… you wouldn’t dare…”

With a forceful push, the sharp tip of the pen pierced through the skin on Wang Ziheng’s neck.

The stabbing pain turned Wang Ziheng’s complexion deathly pale, unable to complete his sentence.

He looked at Mo Fei with terror in his eyes.

Mo Fei’s silhouette was backlit, and whether it was due to the lighting or not, his eyes appeared blood-red, like blazing flames, filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity and a desire to kill.

He had no doubt that if he dared utter another word, the other party would stab without hesitation, driving the entire pen into his head.

“Go on,” Mo Fei said coldly.

“Continue!”

The manager and the lawyers were stunned, wanting to intervene but too frightened to move, only able to plead by the side, urging Mo Fei not to be impulsive.

Meanwhile, a deep voice whispered incessantly, murmuring and urging in Mo Fei’s ear to act fast.

(Stab him, stab him!)

“Mo Fei, don’t be rash!”

(Stab him, kill him!

He deserves to die!)

“Call security quickly!”

“Shut up!

Don’t provoke him!”

(What are you waiting for, kill him!

These despicable mortals, these insignificant ants, let them witness your might!)

“Listen to me, Mo Fei, things haven’t reached that point yet, let’s talk it out!”

(Do it—you waste!)

Mo Fei did not stab further.

Though filled with rage and on the verge of madness, he hadn’t lost his senses.

Every outburst had a purpose, and self-destruction was certainly not the outcome he sought.

When his anger reached its peak, he suddenly calmed down.

Reality was not a game; killing Wang Ziheng would not grant him the ultimate victory.

But he couldn’t let the man go either.

The situation had escalated to this point; without making a definitive move, he would truly be finished.

“Speak up, weren’t you eloquent just now?

Tell me clearly what’s going on.

Why are you silent all of a sudden?”

Mo Fei looked at Wang Ziheng mockingly, “Since you won’t talk, how about I do?

I’m not giving you the account, I’m not paying the fine, not a single penny.

You want to sue me, use the law to pressure me, play capital games with me—I admit, I can’t outplay you in capital games, but I’ll play a different game with you: life for life.

You say I don’t understand the power of capital, then tell me, who has more power now?”

Mo Fei slowly moved the pen tip up, drawing an ink line across Wang Ziheng’s frightened face, finally aiming at Wang Ziheng’s eyes.

Wang Ziheng, too terrified to speak, simply watched as the pen tip stopped mere millimeters from his eye.

The manager continued to plead, “Mo Fei, don’t be impulsive, let’s talk.”

Without turning his head, focused intently on Wang Ziheng, Mo Fei said, “Let’s talk, is it?

Alright, I’ve drafted an agreement too, quite simple.

We part ways amicably, I leave Starshine Company, the game account remains mine, the contract hereby terminated, and from then on, we steer clear of each other’s paths.

How about that?”

“Absolutely, we can do that—just let the young boss go first.”

Mo Fei looked at Wang Ziheng, “What do you say, Prince?

Speak up.

My proposal is much fairer than yours, isn’t it?

If you agree, just nod.”

Wang Ziheng nodded slightly.

The room then fell into an awkward silence.

Mo Fei watched everyone’s stiff expressions and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Hahaha, look how scared you all are.

I was just joking with Manager Wang, right, Manager?” he said, pocketing the pen but not releasing his grip on Wang Ziheng’s hand.

Wang Ziheng glared at him, thinking to himself that this was no joke.

You’re fooling ghosts, but he didn’t dare make a sound, fearing he might trigger Mo Fei.

Mo Fei’s face displayed false remorse, “Oh, Manager Wang, why the anger?

Look at this mess.

I was just joking with you—can’t you take a joke?

And now you’re really upset—oh dear, why is there blood on your neck?

Did I do that?

That’s really unfortunate.

How about this, you stab me back, and we’ll call it even, how about that?”

And saying so, he actually thrust the pen into Wang Ziheng’s hand, pulled open his shirt, and bared his chest, “Stab here, shove it through with force.

Stab me, damn it, stab!” He then suddenly squeezed the hand around the neck, causing Wang Ziheng to lurch forward in pain, and the pen tip carved a bloody line across Mo Fei’s chest.

Wang Ziheng, startled, let go, and the pen clattered to the floor.

Mo Fei’s expression darkened instantly as he picked up the pen, looking coldly at Wang Ziheng, “Fuck, you actually went ahead and stabbed me.”

Wang Ziheng looked at him in surprise, “But you were the one who told me to stab.”

“So if I told you to die, would you go and die?

I speak to you nicely and you really go ahead and stab me with a pen?

Is this how you treat your employees?

Your fingerprints are all over this pen, damn it, I am calling the police right now.

You even aimed for my chest, that’s attempted murder, you know!

Somebody help, somebody!

Wang Ziheng is attempting to murder his employee!”

For a moment, a few people were at a loss, having not expected Mo Fei to actually blow things up this big.

Seeing Mo Fei actually reaching for his phone, Wang Ziheng had a spark of inspiration, “No, no, you forced me to do this, I have witnesses!

They can all testify for me.”

“Of course your employees will side with you, such witnesses won’t do, you motherfucker, just wait to go to jail.

No, someone like you, a rich second generation, will surely have a lawyer, I might not be able to get through you then.

How about I give you another stab and we call it even?

That’s right, let’s just do that, since we both have injuries, even if it goes to court it will just be a fight.”

As he spoke, he looked Wang Ziheng up and down, as if considering where to strike next.

Wang Ziheng felt like crying without tears, this was not how his script was supposed to go, “What exactly do you want!” he asked helplessly.

“What do I want!?” Mo Fei gave him a terrifying stare, suddenly grabbing his hair, pulling him violently into a humiliating position on the desk, with the sharp tip of the pen pressing against his chin, slowly piercing into the skin, blood and ink dripping down together, a sight that was shocking to the eye.

“Your mother asks me what I want, I fucking want to stab you to death!

I’ve made so much money for Starshine Company, and this is how you fucking treat me?

And you fucking want to go the legal route, motherfucker, do you have no shame?

If you really want to use money to oppress people, then shell out a good price.

You want my account right, fine, a compensation of ten million, and once the money is in place, the account is yours.

You know this price is definitely cutting you a deal, you can’t even cough up ten million and still pretend to be a rich second generation capitalist, even those rich coal tycoons have more swagger than you, not even blinking when spending ten million on a game account.

If you want to show off, then bring out the money.

If you don’t have the money, then don’t fucking pretend with me.

I indeed don’t have much money, I sure can’t beat you in playing the capital game, but I won’t deal with so much bullshit with you.

The little money I have is enough to find out where you live, and then you’ll see how many lives your family is worth compared to mine.

Now you know what I really want to do, right?

Huh—Young Master?”

Wang Ziheng’s face turned pale as he nodded vigorously.

“So how do you plan on handling this, give me a straight answer.”

“Ten million, cash for the account.” Wang Ziheng hissed through his teeth.

Mo Fei was somewhat surprised, not expecting him to be so tough, still thinking about the game account at a time like this.

Then he felt he had asked for too little.

Before the upgrade, it was ten million, after an upgrade it should at least be twelve million and fifty thousand.

But whatever…

He sneered, “Alright, we have a deal then, ten million, the contract will be signed tomorrow, and after the matter is settled, we will part ways.

Of course, you can keep playing your capital games with me if you want, and then you’ll see whether or not I am joking with you.

I’ll keep this pen as a memento—now get lost!”

As Mo Fei spoke, he pushed Wang Ziheng to the ground and stuffed the pen into his jacket pocket, shook his collar and strode towards the exit.

The manager and lawyer quickly stepped aside, and as Mo Fei left the office, he found that several night-time streamers were peeking in his direction from the corridor.

Seeing Mo Fei, they all looked at him with admiration.

Along the way, people rushed out from the doors on both sides to salute him.

Some even gave him a covert thumbs-up.

This was just too epic, like an urban legend.

Mo Fei walked on with a blank expression, but once he got out of the company’s floor, his face immediately changed.

His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding, he felt a rush of blood to his face, feeling feverish, he had never expected things to go this far.

The moment he regained his senses, he truly felt stuck in a no-win situation and nearly went through with it, thinking of ending it all with a stab.

Thankfully, he managed to hold the scene.

But he wasn’t sure if it was really over.

He went to the restroom on the first floor, turned on the water faucet, and filled the sink with cold water.

He splashed the cold water forcefully on his face, trying his best to calm down.

His hands were still trembling.

They had been steady as a rock holding the pen just now, but now he couldn’t stop shaking.

“Coward.”

Who was talking!

He turned his head back sharply, but the restroom was empty.

A hallucination perhaps?

Just as he was about to leave, something caught his eye in the mirror—a shadow flashed by.

He turned around abruptly but saw nothing.

Phew, just a hallucination, just a hallucination.

He turned back to open the drain of the sink, but as soon as he looked down, he saw the giant head of a black dragon grinning menacingly at him through the water’s surface.

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