Chapter 4: I've Been Waiting For You

Words : 2816 Updated : Dec 20th, 2023

"Fine, I'll leave. Don't be angry." The murderous aura around Fanix instantly vanished. He smiled faintly at her before walking toward the stairs. Brisa glared at him fiercely, turned her head, and went straight into the office, slamming the door shut behind her. Fanix didn't go far; he soon returned to the door of Brisa's office, holding a broom and standing still like a soldier on guard with a rifle. A national treasure, an unparalleled war god, a commander of the three armies, now stood there like a statue. His posture was upright, solemn, majestic, and imposing. Fanix felt it was the most beautiful sound in the world and an exquisite enjoyment when Serin's voice drifted to him occasionally. Soon, it was already time to get off work. When Brisa came out holding her daughter, she was startled. "Are you crazy? Why are you still here? If you keep this up, I'll call someone." "I have something I want to say to you." Fanix was calm, his eyes involuntarily drifting toward his daughter. "I have nothing to say to you. Someone, come here!" Brisa called over a few security guards, pointing at Fanix. "Get him out of here. I don't want to see him." Several security guards quickly surrounded him. "You'd better not do this. It won't end well for you." Fanix remained calm and composed, as if he didn't take them seriously. "You're nothing but a lowly janitor. Ms. Genry told you to get lost, so get lost now. Don't force us to get rough." Seeing that Brisa and Serin were about to enter the elevator, Fanix swiftly followed them. The security guards immediately waved their batons and attacked Fanix in an attempt to show off. After Brisa exited the elevator and stepped outside, she found Fanix waiting for her at the entrance. "Wow, are you a superhero? How did you get here faster than the elevator?" Serin looked up at Fanix with wide eyes, her face full of admiration. Brisa rubbed her eyes and looked around, not seeing any security guards. She was unsure what had happened. Of course, she didn't know they were now lying on the ground, unable to get up. "What do you really want?" Brisa asked, flustered. "I just want to reclaim what I've lost. Brisa, please don't misunderstand me." Fanix gazed lovingly at Serin, wanting to get closer to them. Brisa held Serin tightly, letting out a cold laugh as if she had seen through Fanix's intentions. "So that's it. You just want to take back the company's assets, right? I can agree to that, but it has to be done through proper legal procedures." "That's not what I meant." "I understand. You've just come back with nothing, so it's natural to want those things. After all, we founded this company together. Come see me tomorrow, and I'll have a lawyer handle it." "But for now, please stop causing trouble. Move aside, will you?" Brisa walked closer to Fanix, coming nearer and nearer. Fanix wished this was a reunion filled with hugs and joy, with his wife and daughter running toward him. He wished they could embrace and be happy. But Fanix knew there was already an insurmountable chasm between them, and they were drifting further apart. Just as Brisa said, she had already given up. Fanix stepped aside without saying a word as he watched them walk away. "Goodbye, Mr. Superhero." Serin looked back at Fanix with admiration, her smile bright and innocent. She waved goodbye at him. Fanix stood at attention and saluted his daughter. He stood there until they were out of sight. Even if the feelings between Brisa and him were irreparable, Fanix was determined to stick to his plan for his daughter's sake. So, Fanix didn't leave. Instead, he took his broom and found his bed in the employee dormitory. He planned to wait at the company until tomorrow to see Brisa again. When Fanix sat on the bed, someone suddenly kicked the door open and rushed in. Seeing this, the other cleaners in the dormitory were alarmed and quickly ran out in a panic. Seven or eight burly men came in. When they saw Fanix sitting there motionless like a fool, they exchanged glances and sneered contemptuously. They walked straight over and surrounded him. The leader was a man with a buzz cut, shirtless, smoking a cigarette. He stomped his foot on Fanix's bed a few times, flicking the ash onto it. "So, you're Fanix, the new guy?" the buzz-cut man asked. Fanix glanced at them and said calmly, "If you're here to cause trouble, I advise you to leave within ten seconds." "Wow, aren't you arrogant? Do you even know who this is? He's the head of our cleaning department. You're done for, kid. You'd better apologize quickly." "Keep it low-key. Don't scare him." The head, Hewitt Young, smiled smugly as he shook his leg. Hewitt was indeed here to pick a fight, acting on orders from Madsen. These men were emboldened by having someone backing them, so they behaved recklessly. They usually acted like tyrants in the cleaning department. "You heard that? Are you deaf?" One of the men reached out to touch Fanix's head. Fanix's eyes changed, and a murderous aura surged between his brows. A cracking sound was heard. It happened in the blink of an eye. The man realized that his wrist was somehow broken, and his head was struck hard. Then came intense pain from his knee. With a thud, he fell to his knees in front of Fanix, his head drooping, motionless. "What happened to you?" Hewitt and the others hadn't even seen how Fanix made his move. Hewitt pushed the man, only to see him collapse to the ground, blood slowly flowing from his nose and mouth. His eyes were closed. The group looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. "Did you do this?" Hewitt glared at Fanix angrily. "Of course." Fanix raised his head slightly, exuding a proud aura like an eagle surveying wolves. Under his gaze, Hewitt felt a strong sense of pressure. He involuntarily stepped back. "Damn it, how dare you..." But before Hewitt could finish speaking, his head was twisted, and the sound of bones breaking made the others' skin crawl. A few seconds later, Hewitt's arm was wrapped around his neck several times as blood spurted from his throat. He was kicked like a football and ended up hanging from the bed frame, his condition unknown. The dormitory fell silent. Only the rapid breathing of the remaining men could be heard. Their faces were pale. They looked at each other, and their legs trembled uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by fear, they couldn't help but kneel in front of Fanix. "Mister, we were wrong. We were just here to make up the numbers. Please forgive us..." "Who sent you?" Fanix wiped his hands, calm as if he had just crushed an ant. "It was... it was a supervisor from the company. He told us to teach you a lesson." One of the men stammered, sweating profusely. "Why did the supervisor want to come after me?" Fanix asked in a deep voice. "It seems the supervisor is Madsen's lackey. That's all we know." "Madsen?" Fanix's expression turned thoughtful as he fell silent for a moment. The surrounding silence was terrifying, and no one dared to breathe loudly. After a while, the murderous aura in Fanix's eyes disappeared. He waved his hand. "If you get them to the hospital within ten minutes, they might survive. Now go." "Yes, yes, thank you. Thank you so much." The group quickly carried Hewitt and the other man away. That night, no one dared to come to the dormitory, leaving Fanix to sleep there alone. Early the next morning, Fanix dressed neatly and went to the company cafeteria for breakfast. After taking a few bites, he noticed that everyone in the cafeteria had left, and the doors and windows were locked. Suddenly, more than twenty people rushed out, wielding clubs and knives. Led by a man wearing glasses, they quickly surrounded Fanix. "Fanix, you're really not afraid of death, huh? How dare you mess with Madsen's people?" "Are you one of his lackeys, too?" Fanix remained calm, eating until he had finished the food before gently wiping his mouth. "Open your eyes and take a good look. I'm the head of the sales department. Instead of staying quietly in prison, you dared to come here. You're just asking for death. Today, I'll make you understand the consequences." Galen Doyle, the supervisor, waved his hand, and the twenty-plus men swarmed toward Fanix, eager to tear him to pieces. Fanix didn't move. He waited until the first man reached him and raised his knife. Fanix flicked his wrist, and a fork embedded itself in the man's chest, sending a stream of blood spurting out. Then, with a quick turn, Fanix flicked his fingers, and a spoon pierced the temple of a man behind him, leaving a bloody hole in his temple. The pupils of the two people instantly dilated, and the splattering of blood sprayed everywhere, landing on the faces of several nearby individuals. They were shocked, watching in horror as the two men collapsed to the ground, motionless. They were so stunned for a moment that they forgot to move, frozen in place. "Don't be afraid of him! Take him down! Mr. Madsen said that it's fine even if we kill him," Galen roared. The group returned to reality, roaring as they charged at Fanix again. "Madsen, what exactly have you been doing all these years?" Fanix shook his head, frowning slightly. He suddenly stood up, his body radiating a surge of murderous intent that spread outwards. He leaped into the air and plunged into the crowd. "Mr. Doyle, why are you in such a hurry?" Brisa had just arrived at the company and happened to run into Galen. He clutched his head, running so fast that he almost bumped into Brisa. Galen trembled all over, glancing nervously behind him. He stammered incoherently. "N-no reason. I was just worried about being late for work. I'll be going now, Ms. Genry." Galen wished he had more legs to run faster and quickly fled. Brisa found it strange and was about to leave when she saw Fanix approaching from behind. "Fanix? You're at the company this early?" Brisa asked, puzzled. "I didn't leave yesterday. I've been waiting for you." Fanix remained calm and slowed his pace. He glanced at the fleeing Galen and casually adjusted his collar, his gaze landing on Brisa. "What are you waiting for? You're so thick-skinned! Why won't you leave?" Brisa's eyes widened with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Fanix didn't want to argue about this and instead asked, "Where's our daughter? Has she gone to school?" "What does that have to do with you? Stop acting so familiar with us. It seems you're eager for something. Fine, today, we'll settle this once and for all. Come with me to the office." Brisa huffed, turned around, and pulled out her phone to call her lawyer. "Don't move." Fanix suddenly shouted, rushing over to grab Brisa. He pressed her against the wall and held her face in his hands. "You scoundrel, what do you think you're doing? Let go of me!" Brisa panicked, furiously pounding on Fanix.

Chapter 4: I've Been Waiting For You

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