When Yang Fan received a new mission, he naturally summoned his own men immediately. However, after a full quarter of an hour, only half of the people arrived.
Xing Zhuo, Jiang Xiong, and their closest associates did not arrive.
"They seem to be on a mission?"
"Mission? Why didn't this stall know about it? Even if they had a mission that they had to go to, why didn't they report it to this stall?"
In the lobby, Yang Fan put his knife on the table, looked around, and said with a faint smile: "Maybe if I don't show off my power, some people really treat my stall as a decoration!"
Although he was smiling, anyone could feel the chill in his voice.
Just a few days after leaving the palace, these people dared to ignore his existence. Is this okay?
Do you really think that the knife in his hand is harmful?
Yang Fan, who originally wanted to clean up the internal affairs, would not miss this opportunity.
So, he decisively took the murderous step.
He wants to completely establish his authority!
Yang Fan sneered in his heart and ordered lightly: "Xiao Rongzi, bring me a stick of incense. After the incense is burned out, whoever hasn't arrived——"
"cut!"
Yang Fan calmly uttered the last word, his calmness carrying the power of a stormy sea, making the atmosphere in the entire lobby seem to become cold and solemn.
"As you command!"
Sun Rong felt nervous and did not dare to refuse. He immediately brought up an incense burner, inserted an incense stick into it, a spark lit up, and a wisp of green smoke floated up.
Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.
They all realized that Yang Fan was serious!
As a veteran factory guard, Yan Lei stood silently, like a stone pile, just watching the development of the situation indifferently.
As for the other factory guards, they were constantly exchanging glances in secret, showing that their hearts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.
A person huddled in the corner quietly exited the lobby and quickly went to report the news.
Yang Fan saw him and ignored him. Now that he had set up his formation, wouldn't it be too boring if the supporting characters didn't appear?
The air became more and more oppressive, and there was silence in the lobby. Only the stick of incense seemed to be burning slowly.
When the stick of incense in the incense burner was half burned, Jiang Xiong hurried over with a group of people. As soon as he came in, his face changed slightly.
He immediately saluted and said: "Tell the stall manager that you are late for your humble duty, please punish me."
A group of people behind him also knelt down.
"Please stall for punishment."
Yang Fan looked at them condescendingly and ignored them. He turned to Sun Rong and asked, "Xiao Rongzi, how many more people are left?"
"We still need Xing Zhuo and his party."
Sun Rong said softly.
"Surprisingly, there are still people who haven't come yet!"
Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle, and slowly sat up straight, like an old vine being straightened. His eyes fell on the stick of incense in the incense burner in front of him.
It burns so slowly!
With a gentle flick of his hand, the palm of his hand caused a breeze. The next second, the stick of incense suddenly began to burn rapidly as if it had been stimulated by something!
Crack, crackle!
The incense tip even burst into flames, and it was almost completely burned in the blink of an eye!
Seeing this, Yang Fan nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Time flies so fast, the incense has burned out!"
Although Yan Lei was silent, he had been secretly observing Yang Fan's movements.
Naturally, he took in the scene just now and couldn't help but feel nervous: "My new stall is really evil. I'm afraid Xing Zhuo and the others are going to be in trouble this time!"
"Burned out?"
At this time, Jiang Xiong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and looked at the incense burner on the table, with a look of shock on his face.
"It's impossible. When I came in, the incense was only half burned! How could the remaining half burn so fast!"
Yang Fan is up to something!
When he thought that Xing Zhuo had not arrived yet, he immediately felt a chill in his heart.
By this time, Xing Zhuo had actually arrived long ago.
He originally wanted to step in and rush in, but he didn't expect that Yang Fan didn't give him a chance at all, and actually burned the stick of incense three times!
"See the stall. I just responded to Eunuch Tao's order to send a file back to the palace. If you are a little late, please punish the stall."
Xing Zhuo's eyes fell on the burned incense stick, and he told him the excuse he had made long ago.
However, he obviously underestimated Yang Fan's determination, and only heard Yang Fan say lightly: "Are you done with your excuses?"
Xing Zhuo's expression changed: "Master Stall, my humble position is in compliance with Eunuch Tao's order..."
Yang Fan interrupted him unceremoniously, walked up to him, and said condescendingly: "For cross-level instructions, you must report to me. Have you done it?"
Xing Zhuo's face trembled fiercely: "At that time, I didn't find the Lord."
"No one found?"
Yang Fan said calmly, "The reporting rules in the factory still require you to see the boss? If the boss is not here, you can make your own decision and not report?"
"I don't dare to be humble!"
Xing Zhuo's expression finally changed.
He didn't expect Yang Fan to study the rules in the factory so thoroughly.
According to the rules, if the immediate superior is absent, he still needs to report to the factory and keep a file on his own, and there will be a dedicated person in charge.
At that time, he was busy dealing with the shipment of goods with Jiang Xiong, but he didn't bother to do that. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan directly caught the handle at this moment.
He gritted his teeth and continued to defend: "Time was tight at that time, and Eunuch Tao's order was also urgent, so I didn't have time to report it."
Of course, although the situation was a bit bad, Xing Zhuo never left Tao Ying's orders.
Everything was done according to Tao Ying's orders.
After all, he went to work for Eunuch Tao. Even if he was a little late for the meeting, could Yang Fan really do anything to him?
Do you really dare to kill yourself?
Xing Zhuo thought of this and his mind became calm again.
However, Yang Fan smiled brightly: "When did you take over the mission?"
"At the beginning of Mao Shi."
"When is that now?"
"At the end of Chen Shi."
As soon as Xing Zhuo said these words, something bad suddenly occurred in his heart.
Bang!
Yang Fan suddenly pulled out the long knife, pointed the tip of the knife directly at Xing Zhuo's nose, and shouted coldly: "Two hours! How long does it take to get back and forth from Dongchang Yamen?"
"..."
"explain!"
"Half an hour."
Cold sweat broke out on Xing Zhuo's forehead.
"I'll give you half an hour to transport the dossier. Then, where are you for the remaining hour? Where did you go?"
Yang Fan's gaze cut across Xing Zhuo and the factory guard behind him like a knife.
Everyone's expressions changed.
"Don't want to say?"
Yang Fan sneered, "Failed to abide by the reporting rules, this is the first crime! Failure to arrive at the meeting place on time, this is the second crime! Procrastinating and violating Gu Shangfeng's instructions, this is the third crime! Not respecting my life, this is the fourth crime!"
"Here are the four sins, and you deserve to die!"
Yang Fan waved his long sword, and the scarlet energy and blood power poured down like a boiling river, and unstoppable power burst out.
"No!"
Xing Zhuo was shocked all over. He never expected that Yang Fan would be so violent. He suddenly pulled out his knife and blocked it in front of him.
Unfortunately, his resistance was like a mantis using his arms as a chariot, and was cut off by Yang Fan's devastating sword.
Bang!
Yang Fan's long sword suddenly returned to its scabbard.
Then, the two halves of Xing Zhuo's body fell heavily, with a look of disbelief still on his face.
"You are so cruel!"
Blood dripped all over the ground, and his body was still struggling and twitching with the remaining vitality. The scene was so terrifying that everyone present collectively lost their voices.
Yang Fan looked around at the people kneeling behind Xing Zhuo's body and asked lightly: "Now, should someone answer my question?"