The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 348

"You cannot enter the premises without an entry pass."

Matthew knew about the entry pass. After settling in, bosses had to apply for an entry pass in the administration department. One of the passes cost 50 dollars. It would have the company name, department, and employee name written on it. However, he had to go to the administration department to handle this. How could he do it if he couldn't walk in?

He said patiently, "Listen here. I just got the new company, and I'm here to do the handover procedures today. I can only make the entry pass when I go to the administration department, which is where I'm headed now." The guard shook his head. "Sorry. I can't let you in without an entry pass."

What a son of a bitch! Matthew was frustrated. "How can I make the pass if I can't go in?"

The guard shook his head. "I don't care."

Matthew was angry. This was just unnecessary trouble. He couldn't even go into his new office.

It was straight-up bullying. He instantly grew furious and roared, "What do you think you're doing? My office is in this building. How dare a security guard like you tell me that I can't go into my own office?"

to do as his boss ordered him. "Don't argue with me. I'm not letting you in, no

resounding slap. Matthew had smacked

been expecting that. He held his cheek, staring at Matthew in disbelief. "How... how dare you hit

It was even louder this time and landed squarely on the guard's face. The latter lost his balance and toppled to the floor, passing out. The other guards finally came to their senses and

here alive!" Matthew saw Troy walking over to him in a suit. "Are you the manager? I want to make my entry pass at the administration department. Why can't I go in?" Troy said coldly, "You just can't. Now that you've hit one of our guards, you're in

say that he just couldn't make his entry pass, his blood

all this

this even proper administration? This was clearly

across the cheek so hard that the latter saw stars. Troy held his face, taking a moment to recover.

his anger shot through the roof. He roared at his guards,

dare you hit our manager? You're asking for

bitch. You're not fit to