Zhan Bei Jue held Min Er silently, comforting her until she finally calmed down.
Due to the medication and fatigue, she soon fell into a deep sleep after calming down.
Only when he confirmed she was sound asleep did Zhan Bei Jue stand up.
He tucked her in, then looked at Jiang Nan Fang.
"Watch her here. I'm going out for a bit."
He had cried.
This was the first time Jiang Nan Fang had seen his eyes redden since they had known each other.
In Jiang Nan Fang's eyes, no, in everyone's eyes.
He was so tall, so mighty, so capable of anything.
Yet, there were people he couldn't protect.
This sense of defeat, this irreversible powerlessness, must have pained him greatly.
Jiang Nan Fang knew what he was going to do.
She wouldn't ask, nor would she stop him.
There was no need to even remind him to be careful.
Because if it were her, she would react the same way as Zhan Bei Jue.
Those maggots hiding in the dark should have nowhere to hide from someone as upright as him.
The staff was still waiting at the door.
When Zhan Bei Jue went out, their eyes met, and he asked again.
"Where was she found?"
"The team has already investigated. She was picked up by a car on a street block of a real estate company. An arrest warrant is being processed, so don't worry."
Zhan Bei Jue said expressionlessly, "The license plate number."
"Mr. Zhan..."
"I asked for the license plate number."
"Nan A XXX."
He strode out.
As he walked, he called Zhou Jin Bei.
"I'm sending you a license plate number. Within one minute, tell me who the owner is."
By the time he reached the entrance of the inpatient department, Zhou Jin Bei had already sent the owner's name.
Zou Jian Min. The branch manager of a bank in Nancheng.
Zhan Bei Jue was very familiar with this name. He had dealt with him quite a bit before.
He knew he wasn't an honest person, but he didn't expect him to be so dishonest.
Because, if he remembered correctly, at Ke Teng's dinner party, he had mentioned his relationship with Min Er.
To dare to make a move on someone he knew belonged to Zhan Bei Jue, wasn't this deliberate provocation?
Zhan Bei Jue drove directly to the bank.
When the staff saw him, they hurried to welcome him into the VIP room.
"Call your Branch Manager Zou out."
Thinking a big client had arrived, the staff quickly went to inform him.
Zou Jian Min had just arrived at his office, still savoring the enjoyable scenes from the previous night.
When the staff told him Zhan Bei Jue was here, he was startled.
Could Shen Min Er have already complained to him and he had come to settle the score?
But then he calmed down.
Zhan Bei Jue was a person who cared about benefits and reputation. With their years of acquaintance, he shouldn't turn against him over a mere girl.
Besides, they were both men; who didn't know the other?
Could he guarantee he had no dirty secrets?
Composing himself, he pretended nothing was amiss and walked out.
Seeing his plump face appear at the door with a disgusting smile,
Zhan Bei Jue said nothing. He stood up and rushed to the door like a gust of wind, grabbing him by the neck.
One was 1.7 meters, the other 1.9 meters.
Although Mr. Zou was plump, in Zhan Bei Jue's hands, he was like a head of cabbage.
His strength was immense, and Manager Zou was forced to retreat repeatedly as Zhan Bei Jue choked him.
Amidst the screams of the staff, he was slammed against the corridor wall with a thud.
"President Zhan, you..."
Zhan Bei Jue raised his right hand, aimed at his face, and slapped him twice.
Then he bent his right leg and, with his knee aimed at his abdomen, kicked with all his might.
Manager Zou, caught off guard, cried out in pain.
Unable to withstand the force, he doubled over like a cooked shrimp after two kicks.
Zhan Bei Jue released him, kicked his bent leg hard, causing him to fall to the ground crookedly, and then he put his left foot on his face with all his might.
He ground it in fiercely.
"Who else? Speak."
Zou Jian Min had entered the bank in his twenties and lived to be almost fifty, rising steadily through the ranks.
Although his status was not as high as Zhan Bei Jue's, he was accustomed to a life of luxury and had never suffered such humiliation.
In pain, urgency, and anger, his mouth was pressed into an ugly oval.
He retorted to Zhan Bei Jue in a changed voice.
"Don't think you're so great just because your family has some money! What madness is this? Are you lawless? Don't think I won't report you!"
Still in the mood to bicker about trivial matters?
And still had the nerve to mention reporting him?
Zhan Bei Jue lifted his entire right leg into the air, putting all his weight on his left leg, and ground it fiercely against his temple.
He pressed so hard that his face became like a deformed lantern.
He let out a pig-like howl.
"You're crazy, get away, it hurts so much!"
"Help! Someone come quickly, pull him away, he's gone mad!"
Hearing the sounds of a struggle and howling from inside, colleagues rushed over to see.
Most of the bank employees were women. Seeing the scene, they were all stunned.
"Call security! What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and call security to pull him away!"
Manager Zou, lying on the ground, yelled at everyone with a ferocious expression.
Finally, someone reacted and, trembling, started to run towards the exit.
Zhan Bei Jue cast a cold glance.
"Haven't you all suffered enough from him? Do you enjoy being bullied by him? Are you willing to see him continue to live?"
This sentence seemed to lift the masks hidden on everyone's faces.
Instantly, everyone's complexion turned paler.
They looked at each other and, in unison, chose silence.
It seemed that no one present had escaped his unspoken rules.
It was just that no one dared to speak up normally.
Zhan Bei Jue's gaze shifted back to Zou Jian Min and he stomped on him again.
"I gave you a chance to speak, but you're stubborn, aren't you? Fine."
He reached out to a nearby staff member.
"Gloves."
As they dealt with cash daily, the staff wore white gloves.
Trembling, he took them off and handed them to him.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhan Bei Jue slowly put on the gloves.
He squatted down, grabbed his hair, and began to drag him towards the center of the crowd.
Zou Jian Min's face was glistening with sweat from the pain, and he bared his teeth.
While grabbing his wrist, he struggled desperately.
"I haven't done anything to wrong you. It's just signing a contract with Ke Teng; it's fair competition. Do you have to do this?"
"Zhan Bei Jue, there are cameras everywhere here. You can't get away with this, don't do anything rash!"
"You are no longer worthy of speaking to me. Save your strength to take one last look at this world."
Everyone, terrified, scrambled to the sides, clearing a path for them.
Dragging him to the center of the lobby, Zhan Bei Jue had all the cameras pointed at him and said indifferently,
"I'm sending you to hell with my own hands. This is elevating you, you scumbag."
With that, he took off the gloves and threw them at his face.
While he was covering his face, Zhan Bei Jue stepped on his vital area and ground it fiercely.
Everyone closed their eyes in terror.
Zou Jian Min's pained howls echoed through the lobby.
As if that wasn't enough, his dirty hands kept grabbing at Zhan Bei Jue's pants, so Zhan Bei Jue simply twisted them in the opposite direction, dislocating them.
Then came his feet, his legs.
Until he could no longer make a sound, collapsing like a dead pig.