Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend
Chapter 132 - 2: The Clumsy Cute Male Bodyguard

Chapter 132: Chapter 2: The Clumsy Cute Male Bodyguard

"Sister, take a look first." Ye Lingyue pulled Lan Cai’er, her interest piqued by the burly man.

"Ten copper coins to throw a punch? Heh heh, this is a good deal, our fists are itching, here’s a hundred copper coins for ten punches." A few young servants came forward, surrounded by two or three others.

"That’s a servant from Duke Wei Wu’s Manor, these people like to bully the weak and are up to no good," Lan Cai’er looked down on them, her lips pursed and at the same time, she looked worriedly at the burly man.

Marquis Zhenyuan, Duke An, Duke Weimeng, Marquis Changping were the famous Four Great Noble Marquis of Xia Capital, besides Ye Lingyue’s Marquis Zhenyuan’s Mansion, and An Minxia’s Duke An, Duke Wei Wu was the third great noble.

All Four Great Noble Marquis, being nobles of Daxia, enjoyed hereditary titles, and everyone in their mansions, from young masters and mistresses to servants, held themselves in high regard, disregarding commoners.

It was not uncommon for someone to be beaten to death in the Marquis Mansions, but due to the influence of the Four Great Noble Marquis, these incidents were always suppressed.

The young servants were clearly looking for trouble; they pulled out ten copper coins per person, and a group of seven or eight encircled the man.

Most who could serve as servants in Noble Marquis Mansions were trained in Martial Arts.

Once they went up, they started punching and kicking.

The burly man didn’t say a word, and after taking seven or eight punches, he suddenly grabbed the hand of one of the young servants.

"You’ve given seventy copper coins, enough for seven punches. To continue, you must pay more."

When they heard that the burly man was demanding more money, those young servants used to swaggering around on the streets started cursing loudly.

"What kind of lowlife dares to ask us for money? Do you know who we are? We are from Duke Wei Wu’s Manor. No money for you, but plenty of punches, get him!"

As the servant spoke, his wrist made a cracking sound — it had been broken by the burly man.

"You can hit, but not insult," the burly man became enraged too, and with a shoulder bump, he sent the servant with the broken hand flying.

Seeing this, five or six other servants, unwilling to back down with a numerical advantage, held the burly man from behind while others sneakily struck towards his lower abdomen.

Yet, such a punch felt like hitting a thick wall, causing the punching servant to scream in pain.

It turned out the burly man’s muscles were as tough as steel; the punch did not hurt him, but instead, the servants hurt themselves.

With a roar, the burly man emitted a fierce energy like a wild beast, hurling the servant behind him away.

In just a few moments, six or seven servants from the Marquis Mansions—some lying on the ground moaning, others with broken arms or legs—could no longer stand properly.

"Just wait and see, having offended people from the Marquis Mansions, don’t expect to get along in Xia Capital anymore." The servants helped each other, fleeing the slave market like escaping for their lives.

This lad, truly deceptive in appearance—merely with three punches and two kicks, he had beaten the servants from Duke Wei Wu’s Manor into a panicked retreat.

This caused those around who had been bullied by the servants of the Four Noble Marquis to feel a good deal of schadenfreude, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Unexpected, isn’t it? This lad either has a naturally resilient physique or extraordinary strength," Lan Cai was dumbfounded, initially thinking that the burly man was going to be unlucky today, surprised that the lad could not take much.

"Sister, it seems you were mistaken this time," Ye Lingyue’s eyes twinkled.

She took out a silver ingot and walked to the big man, placing it on his tray.

That silver ingot weighed at least ten taels.

The big man stared blankly for a moment, then looked up at Ye Lingyue, and when he realized that the one giving the silver was a beautiful young lady, his dirty face that was hard to see clearly blushed.

"I can’t take your silver," the big man scratched his head.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Lingyue felt that this big man was very tall; Ye Lingyue barely reached up to his chest, and he had a very strong physique, with bulging muscles all over his body.

Ye Lingyue’s thighs were not even as thick as the big man’s arms.

No wonder earlier the servants of Duke Wei Wu had their arms broken, crying out and wailing in pain.

"Why can’t you take it?" Ye Lingyue asked amusedly, her eyes curved, looking even more charming and amiable.

"Hand... hand will hurt." The big man pointed at the card, then counted with his fingers, "One punch for ten coins, hit freely for one tael, no strength left after hitting, need to rest. Ten taels of silver... would take a lifetime... your hand will hurt."

The big man looked distressed; although he was not very bright, he saw that Ye Lingyue was delicate and soft, and he feared his rough skin might hurt the young lady’s hands.

Did this kid think that Ye Lingyue’s reward silver was for hitting him for a lifetime?

"Ha ha, this is too funny. I thought you were a bit slow, but unexpectedly, you even know how to pity the fair," Lan Cai’er laughed until she almost cried.

"I won’t hit you, what’s your name?" Ye Lingyue signaled Lan Cai’er to stop messing around.

"Yan Che, seventeen years old." The big man’s accent had a stiff tone to it.

"Yan Che, I want you to be my guard, this ten taels of silver is your first month’s salary," Ye Lingyue really liked this somewhat silly big man.

The adoptive mother was right; if she wanted to settle in Xia Capital, she had to adapt to the rules of Xia Capital.

She is now the second young lady of the General Mansion, and she should have some trustworthy people by her side.

"Ling Yue, you plan to let him be your personal guard, that’s not okay." Lan Cai’er, who was still laughing in a goofy manner, disagreed immediately upon hearing Ling Yue wanted to hire Yan Che.

This kid, although sturdy, but obviously untrained in martial arts, how could he protect Ling Yue using only his brute strength.

You must know, this is Xia Capital, where a falling roof tile could kill several Innate Experts.

"Ling Yue, do you really want to buy this boy? He looks dull and also isn’t from Daxia." Lan Cai’er felt that finding a house slave should be someone smart; this boy named Yan Che, despite being tall and burly, seemed a bit slow-witted.

Ye Lingyue also observed Yan Che; his nose was as if chiseled and very high, his eyes were azure, clearly not a man from Daxia.

He must have fled from the Central Plains area, where people either cultivate Evil Techniques or are barbarians, hard to tame.

"He has a pair of very clean eyes." Ye Lingyue always trusted her own judgment.

"That won’t do, known by face but not by heart, unless this boy can defeat me, otherwise, I won’t agree to let him be your guard," Lan Cai remained resolute, believing that Yan Che could never be her match.

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