Chapter 873: He Is My Boss

“Henry?”

Only now did Barron fully recognize the middle-aged man on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

“It’s me, Mr. Barron! Save me! That damn Chinese scum dared to attack me. I must send him to prison!”

Henry glared venomously at Xu Shaochen, his words squeezed through clenched teeth, revealing his deep hatred.

After hearing this, Barron was momentarily stunned. Then, he flicked his cigar and asked with a tilted head, “Wait… did you just say… he’s scum?”

He felt as if the world was playing a joke on him. Why did he walk in to see Henry committing what looked like suicide? To use such vile words to insult Xu Shaochen—wasn’t that tantamount to suicide?

“Isn’t he? Mr. Barron, surely you agree with me on this,” Henry responded as if it were obvious.

“No, no, no,” Barron shook his head and smiled slightly at Henry, “In my eyes, you’re the real scum. Not just scum, but also a dumb pig.”

“Mr. Barron…” Henry looked at Barron, dumbfounded, not quite processing what had just been said.

But Barron ignored him and turned to Xu Shaochen, “Xu, how do you plan to deal with this foolish scum? I’m quite experienced in pig-slaughtering. Maybe I could offer some advice.”

Wow! In reaction to this, everyone gasped, looking at Xu Shaochen in disbelief.

They didn’t know who Mr. Barron was.

But from Henry’s words, they could tell Barron was someone important.

And now Barron was speaking to Xu Shaochen with such respect. How could they not be astonished?

The hotel manager was already pale, cold sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, standing there filled with anxiety.

If he had the chance to redo things, he certainly wouldn’t have made the same choice.

“Mr. Barron, what’s… what’s going on? Is he your friend?”

Henry forced himself to ask despite the deep unease in his heart, his expression rigid.

“Friend? No, no…” Barron shook his head.

“Whew-”

Both the hotel manager and Henry let out a sigh of relief. If they weren’t friends, then maybe they just knew each other.

Barron smiled slightly and finished his sentence: “He is my boss, the first heir to the Xu Corporation.”

Boom! When these words fell, the hall instantly exploded with chatter.

“He’s the heir to the Xu Corporation? Oh my gosh, he’s way too young!”

“So the Xu Corporation’s heir really is a Chinese person…”

Everyone was in heated discussion, their eyes constantly scanning Xu Shaochen as if they were looking at a national treasure.

Several Chinese people were itching to hand over their business cards. After all, the opportunity to meet Xu Shaochen was rare.

But in the end, they suppressed the urge, knowing this wasn’t the right time to make connections.

Henry and the manager both looked as if they’d lost a loved one, their faces pale, completely drained of color, as though all their energy had been sucked out.

Thud.

The manager, who had clearly gotten used to being a lackey, reacted immediately, collapsing to his knees.

“Mr… Mr. Xu, I was blind and didn’t recognize greatness! Please, spare me. Have mercy on me as a fellow Chinese!”

The manager knelt in front of Xu Shaochen, continuously banging his head on the floor, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

“Chinese?”

Xu Shaochen looked down at him, a mocking smile curling his lips, “Does your passport say ‘China’ under nationality?”

The manager’s face froze, stammering, “At least… at least we’re both descended from the Yellow Emperor! We share the same blood, Mr. Xu, I beg you!”

“Bang!”

Hearing this, Xu Shaochen lifted his foot and kicked him to the ground, his eyes cold and sharp like a blade, “Descendants of the Yellow Emperor? Who do you think you are? Someone like you thinks you have the same blood as me? You’ve got a lot of nerve.”

The manager’s face alternated between blue and white, speechless for a long time.

“Pathetic.” Xu Shaochen spat disdainfully, then looked at Long Yi, “Break one of his hands. Teach him a lesson. When a dog bites the wrong person, it pays the price.”

As soon as Xu Shaochen finished speaking, Long Yi and Long Er rushed forward and dragged the manager out.

“No! Please, Mr. Xu, forgive me! I was wrong, I really was wrong! Please spare me… Ah!!!”

The manager struggled all the way but it was futile. In the end, he let out a miserable scream and fainted.

Xu Shaochen’s gaze fell back on Henry.

Even though Long Er had let him go earlier, Henry still lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Feeling Xu Shaochen’s eyes on him, Henry couldn’t stop trembling, looking at Barron with a pleading expression:

“Mr… Mr. Barron, save me… please, save me!”

“Sorry, there’s nothing I can do,” Barron said casually, puffing on his cigar, hands open, smiling calmly.

Then, he took out another cigar, offering it to Xu Shaochen, “Want one? It’s pretty good. I promise you’ll love it after just one try.”

“As you wish,” Xu Shaochen took the cigar.

Barron quickly struck a match and lit it for him. After lighting it, he extinguished the match and said, “When smoking a cigar, you have to use a match to bring out the taste of time.”

The two of them started chatting casually about cigars, as if they had completely forgotten about Henry.

But to Henry, this was pure torture, a trial as he awaited judgment. Cold sweat was already drenching his entire body.

“Whew—”

Xu Shaochen exhaled a puff of smoke and then looked at Henry, saying lightly, “Didn’t you tell my friend to lick your shoes? Now, lick everyone’s shoes here clean for me.”

Hearing this, Henry’s body trembled. He looked up at Xu Shaochen with a face full of pleading, “Honorable Xu, I truly know I’ve done wrong…”

There were over ten people in the hall. If he had to lick everyone’s shoes like a dog, how would he ever show his face again?

Xu Shaochen took a drag on his cigar, squatted down, grabbed Henry’s hair, and lifted him up, looking into his face as he spoke each word clearly:

“Do you think I’m negotiating with you? My patience is limited. OK?”

As he spoke, Xu Shaochen flicked the ashes from his cigar, the hot embers landing directly on Henry’s hand.

“Ah!!!”

Henry screamed and instinctively recoiled, nodding like a pecking bird, “OK, OK.”

“Good,” Xu Shaochen patted his face and smiled slightly, letting go, standing up, “Since it’s OK, get started.”