"The third option? Alright, Farris, if you crawl under my legs, I'll let this slide. How about that? Don't say I didn't give you a chance," Hussein said, placing one foot on a nearby stool, his face full of mockery as he stared at Farris.
Seeing Farris's look of suppressed anger only made Hussein feel more triumphant. He knew Farris desperately needed this job, which is why he kept humiliating him. He wanted everyone to know that crossing him would lead to this kind of outcome.
"Hussein, don't go too far," Farris said, clenching his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging as he tried to contain his rage. He felt deeply humiliated.
"Are you out of your mind, Farris? Hussein is giving you a chance, and you're still talking nonsense?" one of Hussein's buddies chimed in.
"Hussein, you're too soft. If it were me, I'd slap him a few dozen times before even talking to him," another one of Hussein's friends added, clearly enjoying the situation.
The other security guards, who were friends with Hussein, naturally sided with him. As for the rest, they felt sorry for Farris. They had all seen what had happened earlier and knew that Hussein had deliberately spilled the lubricant, and it had nothing to do with Farris.
But what could they do? They were just junior security guards, with little power or influence, and they didn't dare to offend people like Hussein.
They desperately needed this well-paying job to support their families.
Listening to their words, Farris was so angry that his face turned dark, and his whole body trembled.
There was no way he would crawl under Hussein's legs.
Gritting his teeth, Farris finally made a decision.
He was left with no choice.
If he could endure it, he would, but this was beyond his limit.
He had the strength to work on a construction site, even if it paid less. At least he wouldn't live in such humiliation.
"Little sister, I'm sorry. Your big brother is useless."
The only thing he felt guilty about was his little sister. Giving up such a well-paying job meant he didn't know when he could save enough money to treat her illness.
Tears welled up in Farris's fierce eyes.
When he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with intense rage, and he looked like an enraged bear.
Months of pent-up anger erupted like a volcano.
Damn it, even if I don't work here anymore, I'm going to cripple these bastards.
Hussein, who was being stared at by Farris, shivered, feeling like he was being targeted by a wild beast. His legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.
"What the hell are you staring at? Do you believe I'll kill you?"
Hussein, embarrassed and furious, grabbed a nearby chair and pointed it at Farris, shouting loudly.
Farris clenched his massive fists, ready to give Hussein a serious beating. Just then, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his wrist.
Farris thought it was one of Hussein's friends intervening. He roared and yanked hard, intending to fling the person away.
However, to Farris's shock, he couldn't budge the hand.
It felt like his wrist was caught in a vice. No matter how much force he used, he couldn't move it an inch.
Farris was stunned.
Though he had never trained in martial arts, he knew he was naturally strong. He could kill a bull with one punch, and with this yank, he could probably move a small car.
Even Dawson, the head of security, wouldn't dare to challenge him in a test of strength.
Farris turned and saw a familiar, nonchalant face.
He furrowed his thick brows but then quickly recognized the person. "Director Campbell..."
"Yes, I know all about your situation. We're all colleagues here, so let's keep the peace," Campbell Watson said, releasing Farris's wrist with a slight smile, playing the peacemaker.
His eyes scanned Farris up and down several times, nodding to himself in satisfaction.
He had finally found a promising talent.
Farris, with his natural strength and unique physique, was an excellent candidate for external martial arts training.
Campbell's interest was piqued, and he decided to mentor Farris.
Given time, Farris would undoubtedly become a formidable martial artist!
"Director Campbell..."
Several security guards greeted Campbell Watson as he walked by.
However, Hussein and his group looked at Campbell with disdain, showing no respect at all.
To them, Campbell was just a coward.
"Director Campbell, you're here just in time.
Please help me get justice. Look at my pants. Can they still be worn? These are imported and very expensive."
Hussein lifted his foot to show Campbell the lubricant on his pant leg. "Director Campbell, don't you think Farris should compensate me for my loss?"
"You're lying! You got the lubricant on yourself. What does that have to do with me?"
Farris angrily retorted.
He had made up his mind. If it came to it, he would just find another job. No longer timid and submissive, he stood his ground.
"Alright, it's just a small matter. What's there to argue about? Everything can be discussed."
Hearing Farris's words, Hussein raised an eyebrow, ready to explode. But Campbell quickly intervened, stopping Hussein from spewing any insults.
"Fine, Campbell, I'll give you some face and won't argue with him. But he must pay the $3,000."
Hussein snorted, ceasing his argument with Farris.
"Your pants are worth no more than $50. Asking for $3,000 is a bit much, don't you think?"
Campbell glanced at Hussein's pants.
"Hey, what nonsense are you spouting? If you don't know, don't speak. Don't think that just because you're the director, I won't dare to hit you."
Hussein glared at Campbell, his voice filled with menace.
In his words, there wasn't a shred of respect for Minister Campbell Watson.
"Oh? Why don't you try hitting me then?" Campbell's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, stern expression.
Hussein was taken aback, not expecting Director Campbell to suddenly become so assertive.
Realizing what had just happened, Hussein's face darkened as if he had been insulted.
"Screw you! You think I'm scared of you?" he shouted, throwing a punch aimed at Campbell's nose.
Campbell had taken Dawson's position as minister, which had left Hussein and his group quite displeased.
Now that he had the chance, Hussein couldn't hold back. In a fit of rage, he decided to take action and teach Campbell a lesson.
The few security guards who were close to Hussein watched with amused expressions.
Hussein was a senior security guard with decent fighting skills. Taking on someone as slender as Campbell should have been a piece of cake, right?
They thought that maybe they wouldn't have to wait for the scheduled fight in two days; today might be the day they could get rid of this minister.
But what happened next left them all stunned.
The seemingly fragile Campbell suddenly stepped forward and kicked Hussein in the stomach, sending him flying four or five yards away.
Hussein clutched his stomach, writhing on the ground in pain, unable to stand up.
From the looks of it, Campbell's kick was anything but light.
The room fell into a dead silence.
Everyone's gaze toward Campbell Watson had changed.
A high-ranking security guard couldn't withstand a single kick from Campbell, indicating that he was not as simple as he appeared.
"Do you really think I'm easy to bully just because I don't show my strength?"
Campbell's sharp eyes slowly swept over the security guards who were with Hussein, making their scalps tingle.
"Get out of here, now!"
With an angry glare from Campbell, the security guards shivered, quickly picked up Hussein from the ground, and scurried out of the gym.
The other security guards, who had witnessed Campbell kick Hussein away, felt a mix of satisfaction and concern.
"Director Watson, Hussein is Dawson's most trusted subordinate. If you hurt him, Dawson will definitely come after you. Be careful."
"Yeah, Director Watson, the day after tomorrow is the monthly security department competition. I heard Dawson plans to challenge you. Don't accept it."
The security guards who disapproved of Dawson's behavior quietly warned Campbell, even sharing the information they had overheard.
"Thank you, everyone. I'll be careful."
Campbell smiled slightly but didn't take their warnings to heart.
Just a mere Dawson? He wasn't qualified to be his opponent...