The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Chapter 120

Security guards in residential areas have always been seen as ideal positions for the incompetent, ranging from children of fifteen or sixteen to old men in their sixties or seventies. As long as you put on a security uniform, you can handle the job. High-end residential area security guards can’t avoid this either.

Where there are incompetents, there naturally is a place that shelters the incompetents.

Ye Tian felt disgusted by these two people, especially that scrawny monkey-like guy, "Bro, I heard that the security here needs to go through a property management interview. It seems like you guys don’t have the final say."

"Not having the final say? Then who does have the final say? Come on, tell me, tell me, just say... Ouch! How dare you push me, are you going to hit me... Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts!"

Just as the skinny security guard, who was about to start swinging at Ye Tian, a scream like a pig being slaughtered emerged from him. It was as if a huge pair of pliers had clamped onto his wrist, immobilizing him completely due to the pain, his body gradually curling on the ground, completely limp and devoid of strength.

Zhang Houtu’s massive body completely blocked the sky and sunlight above the skinny guard’s head, casting a large shadow over him, enveloping him completely.

"I was a soldier, can I be a security guard?"

The skinny guard didn’t dare to speak, gasping for air he looked towards the chubby guy, "Ah! Yes, yes, yes, big bro, you can be one!"

Before receiving the chubby guy’s response, the pain in his wrist surged again, his entire arm almost breaking, tears involuntarily starting to fall.

Zhang Houtu looked very satisfied, released the skinny guard’s hand, flung it to the ground, stood up and looked at the fat guy, "What about you?"

"... Fuck your mother!" As expected of someone fatter, he had a bit more courage. The fat guy didn’t wait for Zhang Houtu to make his move, swinging his baton at him. Zhang Houtu could even see the spittle flying out of his mouth.

Courage is good, but the outcome isn’t always favorable. The fat guy’s baton was stopped mid-air by a hand that grabbed it, twisted by Ye Tian, a burning heat transferred to the fat guy’s hand causing intense pain that made him let go.

The batons in the hands of residential security are often bought from the market themselves; police batons are strictly controlled and aren’t casually available to non-police personnel. The baton in the fat guy’s hand was made of rubber.

With a "snap!", the rubber baton was forcibly broken in half by Ye Tian.

"Can I be a security guard?" Ye Tian asked coldly. Dealing with these kinds of people, polite words were unnecessary, they naturally looked like they deserved a beating.

That was rubber, and it was hard rubber. Chemically speaking, this is a cohesive polymer structure, tougher than steel itself. The fat guy might lack chemistry knowledge, but he knew his body weighing over 200 pounds definitely wasn’t as hard as that baton.

"Bro, bro... brother, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." This fat guy was straightforward, immediately kneeling down.

Pig Hu loved being in the thick of things, running over with his face currying favor, "These two are both my nephews. You tell me, can I be a security guard?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Uncle, you can be!"

"Hmph!" Pig Hu smirked triumphantly, then followed behind Ye Tian ostentatiously heading towards the entrance of the residential area. Zhang Houtu looked around, found nothing else to break, simply exerted force, lifted Liu Zhongshi’s hospital bed with both arms, hoisted it over his head, a Hercules walking in front, his arms bulging with muscles, showcasing the strength of a powerful bodybuilder.

Three people dashed forward with great strides.

"Bro, are we just gonna let this go?"

"Hell no!"

The fat man watched the trio’s retreating figures and fiercely spat on the ground, then turned the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "Hey, Liu Er, someone’s heading your way soon. The new guys, taking over for us. Screw them! I got bullied by those guys! Listen, no troublemaking here, be nice during the handover, we’ll settle the scores tonight. Quit your bullshit, I’ll be there soon."

While talking and cursing, it’s clear that the fat man was the leader of this group. In fact, the property management had already fired them due to their lazy nature which greatly dissatisfied the residents; everyone living here was a company big-shot, males stealing chickens, females stealing ducks, the last thing they wanted was outside gossip. Yet these security guards, having nothing else to do, often followed others and gossiped — discussing how someone from building three room 603 brought back a woman, or another from building eight room 302 brought back a man, quickly spreading the news throughout the community.

You reap what you sow; if not them, then who else deserves to be fired?

At the entrance of the community, a security guard stood in a small house, the one the fat security had called "Liu Er", and that’s what the other guards called him too.

Damn! Is this even human!

Liu Er saw a hefty man carrying a bed walk towards him. Not to mention his terrifying strength, just his bizarre appearance alone probably attracted plenty of attention. Then there’s the hunchbacked old man behind him, with a leather bag in one hand and two pieces of a police baton in the other, clearly broken unevenly. The flat-headed guy at the back wasn’t doing anything extraordinary, but being in the company of these two, he must also be extraordinary in some way.

To think you’d try to fleece these guys, boss, that was a bold idea.

Of course, Liu Er knew the fat security’s plan to make a quick buck before leaving, but that required picking the right people. Offending someone like this, even ten fat men wouldn’t be a match.

While resenting the fat security’s lack of perceptiveness, Liu Er stepped outside, "Yo, my brothers, you’re the new guys, right?"

"Yeah. New here. From your tone, looks like you want to set us on fire?"

"Of course not, you see..."

Seeing the two pieces of baton tossed by Pig Hu, Liu Er nervously rubbed his hands.

"Brother, we are newcomers; could you please take us to where we’ll be staying first? My uncle is sick, needs a place to rest." Ye Tian saw that Liu Er was quite honest and didn’t want to push him too hard, worn out after a night of ordeal.

"Ah, right, right, come with me. Here, big brother, let me help you!"

"No need, I can manage on my own."

Liu Er intended to help Zhang Houtu, but was rejected and sulkily went ahead to lead the way. After about three minutes, covering less than two hundred meters; a small bungalow appeared, shabbily coated with white paint on the outside. This was their resting place.

Two steel bunk beds, a table, two chairs, and some essentials like a sink and cutting board were present, along with lots of food boxes and instant noodle packets.

"Do you guys usually live here?" Ye Tian walked around inside the room and asked.

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