"Mr. Han, you're really well-informed. I just stepped out of the hotel and you called right after," Shen Lang said with a smile.

The caller was Han Yuming, the owner of another five-star hotel in X City. He was a good friend of the first owner of the Yasi Hotel and had joked countless times about trying to poach Shen Lang to his hotel, even offering him a year-end bonus.

"Mr. Shen, have you ever thought about coming to work for me? The salary and benefits will remain the same as before: an annual salary of 500,000 plus year-end bonus. I guarantee you'll earn over 800,000 a year," Han Yuming said.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "I thank you for your kindness, Mr. Han, but I just came down from here and would like to rest for a while."

"Alright, fine." Han Yuming sighed and said, "Then you should rest for a while. I'll keep the store manager position for you."

Shen Lang smiled wryly and said, "President Han, why are you doing this? I'm just a guy with no academic qualifications."

Han Yuming said, "I like you the most, brother. Alright, I won't say anymore. You should get some rest. The doors of the Star Domain Hotel will always be open for you."

After saying that, Han Yuming hung up the phone.

"Sigh!" Shen Lang sighed softly and continued on his way.

The nearest real estate agency to the Yas Hotel is nearby; just walk through a deserted alley.

Along the way, Shen Lang received numerous job offers from headhunting firms and colleagues, all of which he politely declined. He just wanted to rest for a while before starting afresh.

Just as he was about to cross the deserted alley, five burly figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Then Shen Lang looked behind him and found that there were also five people surrounding him.

"Brother, we have no grudges against each other, right?" Shen Lang asked with a slight frown.

One of the men, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Shen, we have no grudges against each other, but you have offended someone you shouldn't have."

"Was it Liu Huimin who instructed you?" Shen Lang asked.

One of the henchmen next to the leader walked up with a baton in his hand and said, "Boss, why waste words with this pretty boy? Just cripple him."

Then the leader didn't waste any more words with him and called to the people around him, "Brothers, go easy on them. We're just doing this for money. Don't kill anyone."

"Alright, boss!"

Before Shen Lang could react, someone behind him struck him hard on the back of the head with a baton.

Then several people surrounded Shen Lang and began punching and kicking him.

Lying on the ground, Shen Lang could only try his best to protect his head with his hands.

"Damn, this pretty boy is actually quite good-looking. I'll give you a good beating today." Someone said this, and Shen Lang was immediately enraged. He stood up and pounced on the leader, raining punches down on his face.

As the general manager of a five-star hotel, he would learn boxing and fighting skills from the instructors at the hotel gym in his spare time. Although he wasn't very good, he could still take someone down unexpectedly.

The leader was careless and didn't expect Shen Lang to retaliate. Before he could react, Shen Lang punched him hard in the face more than a dozen times.

But two fists can't fight four hands. Just when he was fighting hard, he was kicked to the ground and then hit hard on the head with a baton.

Then Shen Lang's vision went black and he fainted.

"Damn, this kid's got some tough nut to crack." The leading man stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood; two of his teeth had been knocked out by Shen Lang's punch.

Then he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and walked toward the unconscious Shen Lang: "I won't be able to vent my hatred until I stab him a few times today."

One of the men quickly grabbed the leader and said, "Brother Tiger, let's not cause a death. It's not worth it for such a small amount of money."

"Get out of my way!" The leader, enraged, kicked away his henchman who was holding him, and the other henchmen did not dare to stop him.

Just as the switchblade was about to pierce Shen Lang's body, a delicate shout rang out: "Stop! What are you doing?"

One of the henchmen looked towards the alley entrance and shouted, "Boss, run! The cops are coming!"

The leader had no choice but to abandon the operation and shouted to his underlings, "Run!"

The group of ten then quickly fled the scene.

A female police officer in uniform rushed to Shen Lang's side, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Calling headquarters, calling headquarters, someone is injured on Fengming Road, requesting ambulance assistance."

"Received by the headquarters."

At this moment, Shen Lang's nose and mouth were covered in blood, and his snow-white shirt was stained red with blood.

The ambulance arrived quickly and lifted Shen Lang onto a stretcher.

Outside the emergency room, the policewoman waited anxiously. This was her first day on the job, and encountering such a situation inevitably made her nervous.

At this moment, a doctor in a white coat came out of the emergency room and said to the policewoman, "Officer, please contact the injured person's family as soon as possible. The injured person suffered a severe blow to the head and is in imminent danger of death. He needs immediate surgery."

"Then you need to perform the surgery quickly," the policewoman said anxiously. "I don't know his identity either."

The doctor said, "I'm sorry, but our hospital policy is that we cannot perform surgery without the signature of the injured person's family."

"Can't you be a little more flexible?" the policewoman said urgently. "He's almost dead. Do you want him to die in the emergency room?"

"I'm sorry, officer, we're just following the rules. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to afford the consequences if something went wrong," the doctor said.

The policewoman said angrily, "Can't I sign it myself?"

She couldn't bear to see a vibrant life slip away before her eyes, and at the same time, she was somewhat indignant about the doctor's regulations. In her view, human life was always at stake, how could they refuse to save someone just because of a risk statement?

After the policewoman signed the papers, the nurse handed her a stack of payment slips and said, "Officer, could you please go to the payment counter to pay for the surgery?"

"Okay." Without hesitation, the policewoman took the payment slip and ran to the payment counter on the first floor.

After paying the fees, the medical staff wheeled Shen Lang out of the emergency room and into the operating room.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in uniform arrived at the hospital and asked the policewoman, "Xiaotong, how is the injured person?"

The policewoman said, "Sir, you've arrived. Have you caught the attacker?"

The older man shook his head and said, "We didn't catch them. These people were very clever and managed to evade all the surveillance cameras on the street."

"The injured person's life is in danger, and they have already been taken into the operating room," the policewoman said.

"Where are the injured person's family members? Why can't we see them?" the sheriff asked.

The policewoman said, "The identity of the injured person is currently unclear, and we have not been able to contact their family."

The sheriff then asked, "Who signed the surgical risk form?" As a senior officer, he knew very well that the hospital would not perform surgery without knowing the patient's identity.

The policewoman said, "Sir, I signed it."

The sheriff slapped his forehead and said resentfully, "Xiaotong, are you confused? Do you know how risky this is? If anything happens to the injured person, you will be held responsible."