Chapter 63: Thunderbolt Means

Listening to Yan Fei's two choices, Yang Song sneered and snapped his fingers. A robust middle-aged man behind him stood out, glaring fiercely at Yan Fei.

Yan Fei ignored the middle-aged man. He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, looking down at the street below. Then, suddenly, he grabbed the chair beneath him and smashed it hard against the window. A crisp sound was heard as the glass shattered to pieces, with fragments falling downwards. This window faced inward, overlooking a huge lawn with no one around, so no one was hurt by the falling debris.

Everyone in the room was stunned, not understanding what Yan Fei was up to. They watched as Yan Fei swung the chair, knocking out the remaining shards of the broken window. With no glass to obstruct it, a strong wind blew in from outside, causing papers to fly chaotically around the office.