Lin Chen was familiar with these few security guards; they were part of the group that he had beaten up that day.
Soon, Lin Chen's office was tidied up spotlessly.
Lin Chen naturally knew that these security guards were so diligent because they were aware that he was the president's husband.
"How are your injuries?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.
"It's nothing serious, just some minor injuries. Luckily, Division Chief Lin showed mercy." A skinny guy replied.
Lin Chen glanced at him and saw that he was still walking with a limp, obviously not fully healed.
"Let me take a look at your injured leg." Lin Chen said.
The skinny guy awkwardly said, "Division Chief Lin, it's really nothing, just a light injury."
"Don't move!" said Lin Chen as he picked up the guy's foot without further ado.
A streak of golden light flashed in his palm, and Lin Chen put the skinny guy's foot back down.