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!” 

a ferocious expression. He spat and his

martial

‘Ms. Gardner didn’t mention that this recluse knows martial

of people swarmed and besieged Cyrus

from Team Four’s office. It was extremely

They thought to themselves, ‘I wonder who’s that unlucky

‘Pity him!’ 

minutes, Team Four’s

the closed door, then shook their heads. They sighed and continued to work on their

quiet Team

Where

Ekialde Long. My grandfather is Chester Long, one of the first shareholders of the company…” Ekialde

supporting his right wrist as he covered his bleeding

both hands as they squatted against the wall

a little wrinkled. He was holding the baseball bat with his right hand. There

at the second guy. “How about

My grandfather is

“And you?” 

third person. She looked like a young girl.

My father

Four consisted of seven people,

members, either grandfather or father, were

team… consisted of rich-second

were just a group of

provoke

first thought that came to Cyrus’ mind. He

them were to file a complaint, it would trouble

Frank wouldn’t want to owe anyone a

to beat me up?” Cyrus asked Ekialde.

No, no, no, no! I’m the one who wants to beat

I look like an eyesore to you?”

“N—No…” 

did you want to beat me up, then?”

they first come in! Yes, that’s right. You can only

the row of b*stards. ‘What an eyesore.

Cyrus said, “You guys have quite interesting backgrounds. If you were to file a complaint,

embarrassing enough that the

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