Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!

7.

Erina stared at his back for a few more seconds.

She could feel a strange aura from the man standing before her. Calm. Steady. As if the situation in this corridor posed no danger at all.

She simply replied shortly,

“As long as… you don’t kill them.”

The corner of Fang Zhe’s lips lifted slightly.

“That’s enough… to test my abilities.”

The three men in black suits exchanged glances. Then one of them snorted coldly.

“Take action? Who does this kid think he is?”

The largest man stepped forward first. He was nearly two meters tall, the muscles beneath his suit clearly visible. He raised his massive hand, aiming to grab Fang Zhe by the collar.

His movement was fast.

But… Fang Zhe moved first.

There was no exaggerated motion. Just a small step to the side.

The large hand passed through empty air.

In that same split second, Fang Zhe had already twisted his waist.

BAM!

His palm struck the man’s elbow from the side.

“AAARGH!”

The man’s elbow joint bent in an unnatural direction. His body spun halfway around from the force.

Before he could fall—

Fang Zhe had already stepped forward. A short punch landed squarely in his abdomen.

BOOM!

The air burst out of the man’s lungs like a punctured balloon. His massive body lifted slightly off the ground before dropping to his knees, gasping.

“Ughhh!”

All of it happened within two seconds.

The other two men’s expressions instantly changed.

“Damn it!”

Seeing their companion collapse, the second man attacked from the side with a straight punch aimed at Fang Zhe’s face.

But Fang Zhe didn’t even turn his head. He simply raised one hand.

PAK!

He caught the attacker’s wrist mid-air with perfect precision.

Then—

CRACK!

He twisted it slightly. The man screamed immediately as his body was forced to rotate due to the joint lock.

“A-akhhh!”

Fang Zhe pulled him closer—

—and drove his knee upward.

DUG!

His knee slammed into the man’s chin. The man’s head snapped back, his eyes instantly going blank. His body dropped to the floor like a sack of sand.

Only one remained.

The third man stepped back half a step, his face turning pale.

“Don’t come closer! O-or I’ll use this knife!”

He pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, the blade glinting under the corridor lights.

But Fang Zhe showed no concern. He continued walking forward slowly.

“If you surrender now,” he said calmly, “you can still walk away.”

Seeing Fang Zhe continue to advance, the man roared in anger and lunged forward, the knife thrusting straight toward his chest.

The movement was fast.

But in Fang Zhe’s eyes… it was strangely slow.

He tilted his body slightly, letting the blade pass by the side of his suit.

At the same time, his hand moved like lightning.

PAK!

He grabbed the man’s wrist.

Then—

Fang Zhe’s body turned halfway, his shoulder pulling the opponent forward in a clean throwing motion.

BRAK!

The man’s body slammed hard onto the marble floor, the knife flying out of his hand.

But Fang Zhe wasn’t done.

He pinned the man’s arm to the ground with his knee, then pressed down on his shoulder joint.

CREAK!

The man screamed instantly.

“AAARGH! STOP!”

Fang Zhe stopped.

He slowly stood up, glancing at the three men now lying on the corridor floor.

One clutching his broken elbow. One unconscious. And the last trembling in pain, holding his shoulder.

The atmosphere fell into silence. Only their heavy breathing could be heard.

At the same time, Fang Zhe casually adjusted his suit collar, as if he had just finished a trivial task.

Then he turned to Erina.

“Sorry, Boss. I hope this doesn’t count as causing trouble.”

Erina still stood in place, her eyes fixed on the three men who were no longer able to stand.

Then her gaze shifted back to Fang Zhe.

Her expression had changed.

It was no longer just the look of someone evaluating a bodyguard.

There was something else in her eyes.

Clear admiration… and a deeper curiosity.

She walked toward him slowly.

The sound of her heels echoed softly on the marble floor.

“Fang Zhe.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Erina stopped right in front of him. The distance between them was now very close. She studied his face for a few seconds.

“You’re truly impressive…”

Her voice was low, almost like a whisper of admiration.

But before Fang Zhe could respond—

CLICK.

The VIP room door behind them suddenly opened.

Hurried footsteps followed.

Young Master Brata appeared at the doorway. At first, his face still carried a look of irritation. Clearly, he had come out to see whether his men had “escorted” Erina back.

But the moment his eyes saw the corridor—

His expression froze.

His three trusted guards lay on the floor.

One clutching a twisted elbow. One unconscious. Another trembling with a dislocated shoulder.

As the reality sank in, Young Master Brata’s face gradually turned pale.

“This… what happened…?”

His eyes moved from one body to another, then stopped on Fang Zhe.

The young man stood calmly. His suit remained neat. Even his hair wasn’t disturbed in the slightest.

As if the chaos had nothing to do with him.

Fang Zhe looked at him calmly. There was no anger on his face—only an unsettling composure.

That alone made Young Master Brata swallow hard.

He knew exactly who those three men were.

They weren’t ordinary guards.

They were former street fighters specially recruited by the Brata family. Usually, one of them was enough to make ten men back down.

But now…

They couldn’t even stand.

Young Master Brata’s gaze began to waver.

“Y-you… did you do this?”

Fang Zhe didn’t answer immediately. He simply took one step forward.

The movement was slow…

But enough to make Young Master Brata unconsciously step back half a step.

Only then did Fang Zhe stop.

He adjusted the cuff of his suit with an elegant motion, then looked straight at the young master.

His tone was polite.

“Young Master Brata.”

Fang Zhe slightly lowered his head. His demeanor was even refined.

“I believe today’s meeting is already over.”

The corridor fell silent again.

Young Master Brata didn’t respond. A thin layer of sweat formed on his temple.

Then Fang Zhe continued in the same calm tone.

“So…”

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“May we leave now?”