Chapter 8
Cyrus met the manager of the Project Department, Victor Flores. Victor looked him up and down in a calm manner. 

“Here’s your nameplate.” 

Cyrus took it and looked at it. He was assigned as the deputy manager in the Project Department. 

“Thank you, Mr. Flores.” 

“You’re welcome. You may report to your team leader now.” 

After Cyrus left, Victor leaned against his chair and laughed as he shook his head. “What a pity that he’s assigned to Team Rich-Second Generation. I’m just afraid he might be bullied badly.” 

‘Whatever, this has nothing to do with me. I’m just following the chairman’s orders.’ 

Cyrus found Team Four’s office. 

When he entered, he noticed that the office was in a mess and very smoky. He saw a few male and female irresponsible employees gathered around, playing games. They looked extremely playful. 

Cyrus frowned. ‘So… this is the Project Department’s Team Four?’ 

A young man with spiky hair, looking like Super Saiyan, took a glance at him. He was holding a cigarette as he asked, “Who are you?” 

“I’m the new deputy manager, Cyrus Salazar. Which one of you is Mr. Long?” 

“That’s me.” 

The young man with spiky hair put down his phone and gave the rest of the employees a kick. “Stop playing already! Can’t you see that we have a newbie with us?” 

“Oh, okay!” 

The others put down their phones and stood up with Ekialde. Ekialde approached Cyrus and took a good look at him. He then sneered, “So, you’re Cyrus Salazar, huh?” 

Cyrus nodded. 

“Guys, beat him up!” 

Ekialde’s gaze suddenly filled with hatred. The few people at the back took out baseball bats that they had hidden, and rushed forward. Cyrus was a little surprised. ‘What’s happening? Do these people have something against me?’ 

Swoosh! 

Cyrus stepped back, dodging a hit. He then rushed forward, and brought his knee up to hit the young man’s abdomen. 

“Ouch!” 

young man had a ferocious expression. He

it! He knows martial arts!

didn’t mention that this recluse knows martial arts!’

swarmed and besieged Cyrus

heard from Team Four’s office. It was extremely

swiftly. They thought to themselves, ‘I wonder who’s that unlucky guy who got assigned to the laziest team. Looks like he got

‘Pity him!’ 

minutes, Team Four’s office became

door, then shook

the now quiet Team

Where are you from?”

the company…” Ekialde mumbled. He was squatting against the wall with messy

left hand was supporting his right wrist as he covered his bleeding

hands as they squatted against the wall

holding the baseball bat with his right hand. There was

then looked at the second

Mason. My grandfather is one of

“And you?” 

third person. She

Ray… M— My father

seven people, not including Cyrus.

either

of rich-second

a group of

would dare to provoke the seven of them.

beaten up seven rich-second generations!’ This was the first thought that came to

were to file a complaint, it would trouble Mr.

want to owe anyone a favor. I am the

you to beat me up?” Cyrus

I’m the one

an eyesore to

“N—No…” 

want to beat me

like this when they first come in! Yes, that’s right. You can

an eyesore. Who

If you were to file a complaint, Mr. Gardner might have to

said. “It’s embarrassing enough that the seven of us

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