Chapter 49-50 Boss Lopez of the Eight Trigrams

Douglas Smith fell hard this time, sprawled across the corridor like a painting, grunting several times before struggling to get up. His nose was bleeding, and no one could figure out why this guy didn't protect himself with his hands when he fell.

"Ugh..." Douglas Smith almost let tears fall as he caught his breath and then burst out in a thunderous voice, "You little punk, did you just trip me?"

James Smith widened his eyes, an innocent expression on his face as he said, "Mr. Smith, you must be mistaken. When did I ever trip you? Everyone saw it with their own eyes. You ordered me to get out of the way, and your voice was like a thunderclap. It was so full of authority, like the aura of a supreme ruler. How could a little employee like me withstand your might? I quickly stepped aside. I'm still feeling the power you projected then; my legs are trembling. How could I dare trip you?"