Their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Vodka, upon seeing Suzuki Byakuya, immediately harbored murderous intent.
He reached for his waist with his right hand, assuming a draw-gun posture. As long as the other party made a move, he would fire immediately!
Gin furrowed his brow slightly, turning his head to glare at his subordinate.
Vodka, like a mouse seeing a cat, obediently retracted his hand.
Only then did Gin withdraw his gaze and examine the tall and handsome man in front of him:
“Let’s have a self-introduction.”
He truly was as concise as he was on the phone.
“My name is Suzuki Byakuya. I saw that the salary here is good, so I came to apply for the job.”
In the end, Byakuya felt that this statement lacked appeal and added:
“I’ve learned martial arts. I can take on ten men at once!”
Vodka snorted, revealing a disdainful expression.
Being tall doesn’t necessarily mean you can fight; the two are not equivalent.
He, too, had put in a lot of effort to be by the boss’s side.
Gin’s face remained calm, showing no change:
“Fukaken, go get the other applicants.”
The security guard at the door responded and retreated respectfully:
“Yes, boss.”
Soon, nine applicants entered the office, making the room feel somewhat cramped.
Gin, dressed in black clothes and a black hat, exuded the air of a big brother. He waved his hand:
“Let’s go. We’ll talk outside.”
He led the group out of the office and into the spacious workshop:
“This position doesn’t look at academic qualifications, only strength. Why don’t you all have a fight. The strongest one stays.”
After saying that, Gin leaned against a wooden crate, lit a cigarette, and didn’t utter another word.
Vodka, like a straight man, took the initiative to explain:
“If you’re not capable, leave quickly, or even the subordinates won’t be able to manage you.”
Upon hearing that the position was determined through a fight, five people voluntarily withdrew.
They had simply come to work, not knowing they had to compete through a fight.
The remaining four were surprised but still eager to try.
Someone pointed to Suzuki Byakuya, who was wearing the same black coat as the boss:
“Boss, is he one of yours?”
Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, smiling and shaking his head:
“No. I don’t care about your background, only the results.”
The four, plus Byakuya, made a total of five people in a free-for-all.
This situation was similar to a battle royale game, where the ultimate goal was to be the last one standing.
Without knowing the strength of the others, there was no need to rush in.
Men, too hasty, are not good.
Byakuya stepped back, preparing to assess the situation before making his move.
The other four formed pairs, fists and feet flying, engaged in a fierce fight.
Vodka, seeing this, sneered:
“Hah, coward.”
Gin took a puff of his cigarette, without expressing any opinion.
Being able to clearly define one’s position is extremely rare, and this has nothing to do with cowardice.
Soldiers don’t need to have extra thoughts, they just need to follow orders. But generals are different, they need to consider all aspects.
The tense battle did not last long, the balance was broken by a straight punch.
Someone’s nose was bleeding profusely, and he immediately raised his hands in surrender. Another was kicked to the ground and surrendered voluntarily.
The two left, and the next was the classic three-on-one.
“Hey, friend, he’s been watching from the sidelines the whole time, we can’t let him get off so easy. How about we team up, take him down first, and then fight one-on-one, how about that?”
Gin had said that he only cared about the results, turning a blind eye to the matter of alliances.
But seeing the two smile at each other, one left, one right, like the Azure Dragon and White Tiger, their punches strong, legs swift, their attacks were astonishing.
Suzuki Byakuya’s strategy was to first target the easiest opponent and find an opportunity to eliminate one. Drag the situation into a one-on-one scenario, then rely on his height and physique to achieve victory. If he was constantly under pressure, his legs wouldn’t be able to move freely, and he would easily be defeated.
But in the blink of an eye, the iron fist was close at hand!
Byakuya shifted his left shoulder back, avoiding the frontal attack. He hooked forward with his right hand, and the moment he grabbed the arm, his left foot sprang out like a spring.
“Boom!”
A dull thud, the other’s abdomen took the kick squarely, and his expression immediately went out of control.
After a brief moment of pain, instead of retreating, he actually tried to reach out and grab his foot, creating an opportunity for his ally.
The bald man on the right had a tattooed, big-eyed, fierce tiger on his arm. His fists were like hammers, powerful and fierce.
Byakuya dared not stay and fight, immediately abandoned the big man, stepped back to create distance, and at the same time, clenched his right fist, leaning sideways to block three attacks in a row.
One, two, three…
He blocked three punches in a row, and the opponent’s momentum had already waned.
He stepped forward, his beautiful Zu-an words squeezed from between his teeth:
“You are a loser!”
But, the bald man in front of Byakuya was fine, while the big man on the left fell to the ground.
What a great move of feinting!
Byakuya pressed his advantage, beating the dazed big man until he was gasping for breath, rendering him incapable of fighting in the short term.
The bald man, seeing the situation turn into a disadvantage, looked gloomy.
He reached toward his waist with his right hand, flicking a cold glint!
Byakuya caught sight of the dagger, his brows furrowed. Before they could clash, he stepped back several paces to create distance.
Seeing that his first strike had missed, the bald man charged with the blade again.
Byakuya was on high alert, dodging while attempting to snatch the knife.
The bald man wasn’t an idiot, he also changed positions and stabbed again. The knife was the man’s heart, how could he easily let someone take it away.
As the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger. Empty hands could not snatch a blade, so he had to find another way.
Byakuya’s eyes flickered, his limbs almost kept up with the rhythm of his consciousness, his movements were like flowing water.
Seeing an opening in his lower body, he ducked down and delivered a sweeping leg, taking the bald man by surprise, causing him to stagger.
Once he had succeeded, he didn’t let up! The battle situation was changing in the blink of an eye.
The bald man’s wrist took a kick from the spin kick, he lost his grip, and the dagger fell to the ground.
“Clang!”
Byakuya didn’t stop there, he leaned forward and closed in.
He grabbed the other’s wrist, a twist, a pull, his knee powered by momentum, soaring into the air!
The bald man’s hands were restrained, unable to defend himself. His chin took the heavy blow, and he immediately fell unconscious.
Gin’s eyes lit up, he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, clapping his hands.
“Clap, clap, clap.”
He looked at Suzuki Byakuya with amusement, paused for a moment, and then said:
“You are very strong. Go back and wait for notification.”
“Huh?”
Didn’t the fight finish, and they choose right away, why is he waiting for notification again?
As if sensing his confusion, the security guard, Fukaken, came over and whispered:
“Captain, the company’s recruitment needs to go through an approval process, which is a bit complicated, and we can’t make a decision on the spot. But don’t worry, this position is yours!”
Seeing that the security guard called him Captain, Suzuki Byakuya nodded in understanding.
“Okay, since it’s company regulations, then I’ll go back and wait.”
He left his contact information and left the pharmaceutical factory.
Vodka stared at the departing figure, looking very vigilant:
“This guy is so strong, he could be an undercover cop.”
The boss already has him, what’s the point of having more people? Is he trying to curry favor?
Gin, hearing this, frowned slightly: “Are you teaching me how to do things?”
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