Lin Mu's shrill scream quickly attracted the secretary and security guards.
Upon seeing Lin Mu's pathetic state, everyone froze in shock.
"Stop it, let go of our President Lin."
The head of security shouted as he was about to charge forward.
"I'll see who dares. If anyone steps forward, I'll take their life."
Song Qiao snorted, his grip tightening.
At his words, the security guards and secretary dared not make a move. They could only watch helplessly as their manager was rendered defenseless in the other's grasp.
"Song Qiao, I've already signed the contract, what more do you want?"
Lin Mu's face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with venom as he looked at Song Qiao.
"Hmph, you tried to trip me up behind my back and insulted my wife. Shouldn't I settle these scores with you?"
Song Qiao smiled dismissively, a cruel smile on his lips. He picked up a shard of the ashtray from the table and gently placed it on Lin Mu's forehead.
It seemed as though if Lin Mu didn't behave, he wouldn't hold back any longer.
"Quick, quick, go call President Zhao, have President Zhao come save me."
Lin Mu was so terrified by this action that he almost wet himself. He no longer dared to defy Song Qiao and, in his panic, quickly instructed his secretary.
"President Song, let's talk it through. Please don't be rash."
Seeing that his intimidation had worked, Song Qiao, not wanting to take the man's life, loosened his grip.
He then calmly sat back on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
Lin Mu quickly hid behind the security guards, his arrogance returning instantly.
"Song, don't get cocky. When our President Zhao arrives, he'll make you pay."
His snarling appearance was a stark contrast to his earlier pleading demeanor.
Even the two security guards beside him couldn't help but frown, thinking to themselves, "This President Lin is really classless."
However, Song Qiao paid no mind to Lin Mu's attitude. He calmly dropped the cigarette butt at his feet, stomped it out, and smiled at Lin Mu.
"Manager Lin, do you believe that even if your President Zhao shows up, I'll still teach you a lesson just like I did just now?"
"Pah, you ignorant brat. You've probably never even heard of our President Zhao's name."
As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, Lin Mu retorted dismissively.
"I really don't know what you're thinking. Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"
Song Qiao shrugged indifferently and smiled again.
"It's alright, Manager Lin. When your President Zhao arrives, we'll see if he can protect you."
After speaking, Song Qiao ignored him and sat on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.
About fifteen minutes later, Zhao Tong, who had been notified, arrived with a grim expression.
Before he could even speak, Lin Mu suddenly rushed out from behind the security guards and clung to Zhao Tong's leg, wailing.
"President Zhao, you're finally here! If you'd been any later, this bastard would have torn our company apart."
"What happened? Tell me quickly."
Zhao Tong glanced at Lin Mu with some disgust and subtly shifted his body, distancing himself from him.
"President Zhao, it was this guy named Song. He brought his wife today to discuss a contract. I initially thought they were incapable and was about to refuse. Unexpectedly, this fellow suddenly started hitting people, completely disregarding our Zhao Group."
"President Zhao, look, my wound is still bleeding."
As he spoke, he pointed to his forehead for Zhao Tong to see.
"Under his coercion, I had no choice but to sign the contract and report this to the media."
"I never expected him to come back for revenge!"
Manager Lin's glib tongue managed to portray himself as innocent in front of President Zhao, making Song Qiao appear to be a heinous criminal.
"Heh, Manager Lin, you really don't blush when you lie. You conveniently omit the part where you openly harassed my wife in your office."
Song Qiao couldn't help but mock him as he listened to Lin Mu's twisted explanation.
"Shut up, you dare to be so insolent in front of our President Zhao? I think you're tired of living, you blind fool."
"Hurry up and get over here and kneel down to apologize to our President Zhao."
Lin Mu now seemed like a dog with a master backing him, his tone becoming tougher.
"You're seeking death."
Song Qiao sneered and suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Lin Mu by the collar again and delivering a hard slap to his face.
"I said, if you dare to speak such nonsense to me again, I'll rip your mouth apart."
Song Qiao said, and with the back of his hand, he slapped Lin Mu's face again, hard.
Because he held nothing back, Lin Mu's face instantly swelled into a pig's head, and stars swam before his eyes.
Song Qiao's sudden action stunned all the security guards and the secretary present.
A hint of sympathy arose for Song Qiao in their hearts.
This guy was too arrogant, daring to beat a senior manager of the company in front of Mr. Zhao, the prominent figure of the Zhao family. He truly seemed to have no fear of death.
Zhao Tong was no ordinary businessman; his power and resources were enough to make Song Qiao vanish in an instant.
Everyone's gaze turned to President Zhao, wondering how he would resolve this situation.
"President Zhao, you see now? This brat is just a brute. Please, you must uphold justice for me."
Lin Mu, terrified, covered his face and crawled to Zhao Tong's side.
However, to everyone's surprise, Zhao Tong, though his face was ashen, showed no outward signs of anger. This was completely out of character for his normally protective nature.
"Brother Song, did your hand hurt?"
"This good-for-nothing dog Lin Mu dared to offend you. I think he deserved to be beaten."
Zhao Tong's words caused a deathly silence. Even Lin Mu himself was too shocked to cry out, looking incredulously at President Zhao.
"It's my fault for not disciplining him properly. I will definitely give Brother Song a satisfactory explanation when I get back."
Zhao Tong stood up, glared fiercely at Lin Mu, and said apologetically to Song Qiao.
When he had arranged the company for cooperation with Song Qiao, he had not been thorough enough in his instructions, and this horny Lin Mu had developed wicked intentions, which brought shame upon him as the boss.
"It's alright, President Zhao. I've beaten him and vented my anger. President Zhao can deal with him as he sees fit."
Song Qiao waved his hand gently, indicating that Zhao Tong didn't need to be so polite.