"Who the hell are you calling that?"
Long Yi's temper finally snapped after hearing Duan Chen's taunt.
Su Baiyi, with a cold face, watched Duan Chen turn and head for the office door. A sense of unease creased her brow.
The current turn of events was completely different from what she had anticipated. She never imagined it would unfold this way.
Most importantly, her talent had always been her ace in the hole, never failing her. Yet, this future instructor from a backwater place managed to escape her grasp?
Not only that, but he had directly exposed her talent and could even replicate her abilities.
What kind of monster was this?
Su Baiyi couldn't help but bite her lip.
Had they misjudged their initial approach?
But how could these paragons of talent be willing to be bossed around by an instructor from such a place? They had to make him understand that they weren't easily bullied.
This way, they could ensure they held the initiative in future operations.
Yet, they were the ones being lectured.
Had they truly made a mistake?
But...
Su Baiyi gently touched her heaving chest. For some reason, she felt an intense discomfort.
This feeling of being controlled.
It even made her feel on the verge of collapse.
As she was lost in thought, Long Yi, beside her, his temper already simmering, couldn't hold back. Before Su Baiyi could intervene, a dispute and conflict erupted.
Long Yi's face contorted in fury as flames engulfed his fists. With a stomp of his foot, the floor cracked.
He leaped over the somewhat obstructive sofa.
Long Yi was already in front of Duan Chen.
Clasping his hands together, he formed a fireball. The fireball, radiating heat and explosive energy, shot directly towards Duan Chen's face.
He roared, "I don't care if you're an instructor or not. If you dare insult me, I'll make you pay."
A flicker of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
If Duan Chen couldn't dodge this fireball and took it head-on, he would be bedridden for at least ten days to half a month.
Su Baiyi's fingers twitched. She remembered how Duan Chen had effortlessly broken her charm and publicly exposed her, causing her to lose face. The urge to intervene waned.
The girl beside her wanted to stop them, but with a glance from Su Baiyi, she hesitated for some reason and sat back down.
"Be careful! Officer Duan!"
Xiao Li couldn't help but exclaim.
Even from her position, she could clearly feel the heat of the flames.
Although she knew Duan Chen was incredibly skilled, she couldn't help but worry.
"Stop this nonsense! If you keep fighting, I'll tell the President!" she said, frowning as she pulled out her phone.
She worried silently.
She should have known better than to listen to that idiot Bai Ye.
If things escalated further, their newly built office would be destroyed. She had to report it to the President immediately.
Coincidentally, the President had already returned from the capital.
Duan Chen, seeing Long Yi charging at him, a faint smile played on his lips.
"Just in time."
The elemental energy of fire ascended around his fist, gradually engulfing it.
To Long Yi's astonishment, the flames on Duan Chen's fist didn't form a fireball but stretched and elongated, transforming into a fiery dragon.
The dragon burned with an intense heat.
It emanated a scorching intensity that burned the eyes.
Long Yi almost lost his composure and dispelled his own fireball.
Duan Chen struck at this moment.
"Take this, Fire Dragon!"
Long Yi had no time to react and could only instinctively throw his small fireball.
With a boom.
Xiao Li's face turned pale.
She thought the newly built office would once again be reduced to rubble.
She frantically closed her eyes, and when the sound subsided, she anxiously opened them, only to find that nothing had happened.
Oh, no, that wasn't quite right.
It wasn't that nothing had happened; there was a stunned young man sitting on the floor, his hair singed and curled.
"How is this possible? My ability... Why can you use my ability?"
Long Yi couldn't comprehend the underlying principle.
Duan Chen casually clapped his hands, offering no explanation.
"As I said, not just anyone can give me a taste of their power."
He glanced indifferently at the dazed Long Yi sitting on the floor.
"With your current abilities, go back and train for another ten years."
This statement wasn't just directed at Long Yi but encompassed everyone else.
Another man stood up abruptly, his eyes like a venomous snake.
He stared intently at Duan Chen.
"Don't push your luck."
Duan Chen casually swept his gaze over him.
"And who are you?"
"Never mind, I'm not interested in knowing your name."
With that, he turned and prepared to leave, clearly no longer intending to involve himself.
Bai Ye couldn't help but marvel.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Duan Chen seems to be holding back something from me."
He stroked his chin, watching the group of young men, some seated, some standing, clearly defeated.
He chuckled.
"What a shame. These brats picked the worst time to confront him, when he's in a foul mood. No wonder they're getting treated like this. This is going to be good."
Yes, he had done it intentionally.
These young people had been waiting here for more than just a day.
Initially, Bai Ye had been in the mood to talk to them properly, but he had been publicly humiliated. Unfortunately, these people had picked the wrong opponent.
He wasn't someone to be trifled with.
After all, he was once the notorious Crow.
Wang Zihao—the young man who stood up after Long Yi—took a sudden step forward.
His speed was astonishing.
He appeared directly in front of Duan Chen.
"Apologize to him, or we will handle this matter in our own way."
He glared at Duan Chen.
His face was dark and somber, like the approaching night.
Duan Chen curled his lips.
"Your way? What way do you have?"
"Tell me about it."
"You!" Wang Zihao couldn't hide his fury at Duan Chen's condescending attitude, as if he were treating them like children playing house.
He was enraged.
His hand clenched into a fist.
Just as another dispute was about to break out, a calm female voice suddenly echoed.
"Alright, stop this."
Tap, tap, tap!
With the sound of high heels, a woman entered. She wore a business OL attire, a silver-gray pencil skirt, gold-rimmed glasses, and a high ponytail. She looked stern, resembling a strict school principal.