The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

The young man’s eyes narrowed into a slit, filled with crafty and treacherous light, and his henchmen all charged forward. The situation was dire, on the verge of erupting. No matter what, Old Man Shi was set to take the loss.

"Little Bun, do you recognize who this guy is?"

"I have some recollection."

"Who is tougher, your boss or him?"

Little Bun curled his lip, what a question to ask, "Of course, our sister Xing is. He’s nothing... hey, what are you doing!"

Ye Tian took three steps in two strides, rushing forward to stand in front of Old Man Shi,

"Slap!" A crisp slap landed on the young man’s face. The satisfaction Ye Tian felt from that slap, that half of the face instantly swelled into Porky Pig.

That slap was really refreshing; Ye Tian felt his own hand go numb, and an enduring burning sensation stayed on his palm.

"You... you...! Who are you! Why did you hit me!"

The young man covered the left side of his face with one hand, and angrily pointed with the other, asking furiously. Meanwhile, the group of henchmen who had followed also charged up, surrounding Ye Tian and Old Man Shi from all sides, ready to strike at any moment.

"Why did I hit you? For no reason, just because you deserved it!"

"Slap!" Another loud smack flew out. That slap was fierce. The man looked dizzy and couldn’t even utter a word when pointing at Ye Tian.

This was the most unbridled Ye Tian had ever been in hitting someone, as he had support backing him up, and not a small one at that. Fear nothing!

"Do you have respect for the old and love for the young? Do you know traditional virtues? Do you understand the Four Goods and Five Merits? Are you aware of the Three Principles and Eight Points of Attention? Do you grasp maintaining social harmony? Hitting you, I’m already being nice not killing you, understand who I am now? What are you glaring at, think your eyes are bigger than mine?!"

With a fierce glare from Ye Tian, that brat got so frightened that he involuntarily took two steps back.

"Today’s your lucky day, kid. If it were my master you’d met, he would have beaten you to death or at least broken your legs. Alright, I won’t break your legs, which one did you use to step on the old man just now?"

The young man shivered. Had he encountered someone tough? But looking at those clothes, they didn’t appear extraordinary.

"Bro, which gang are you with, just let me know. It’s good to leave a line when doing things, so we can meet again..."

"Go see your ancestors! Tell me! Which leg did you use to step on him just now?" Ye Tian was unyielding, kicking the young man down with one foot.

The young man put one hand on the ground, and seeing Ye Tian’s fierce expression, he dared not get up. He looked around at his companions and signaled with his eyes not to make a move. On this turf, there weren’t many who did not know who Liu Hao was, let alone dared to hit him. Could it be that he really ran into some big shot today?

Kid, if I find out you’re playing me, I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this! Liu Hao got up with a sycophantic smile, "Bro, look... we all hang around here, so why don’t I just give you..."

"Not to me, give it to this old man."

"Ah! Right, you say," hurried Liu Hao, disregarding his disheveled suit and dusty shoes, turned and walked to Old Man Shi, "Old man, I went too far. Please ask this young gentleman to spare me. I won’t take your Deyi Yuanbao, and I’ll also cover your losses, what do you say?"

Old Man Shi looked him up and down, coldly snorted and turned away, refusing to engage any further, leaving Liu Hao with no options, looking helplessly at Ye Tian.

"Ye Tian, Ye..."

It was Chen Xing, that Golden Lion King, whose appearance instantly attracted many greedy stares.

Seemingly accustomed to such looks, Chen Xing didn’t mind a bit and sashayed over to Ye Tian with an unsatisfied tone, "Who let you come here? This place is full of junk, follow me."

"Chen Xing, is this your person?" Liu Hao suddenly blocked Chen Xing’s path, pointing at Ye Tian behind her and asking.

"Hmph, I thought who it was. What now, Liu Laogou can’t handle it, so Dog Liu comes out to yap? You gotta have some skills for that though, an old dog can eat meat, but a pup can only eat shit. Get lost!" Chen Xing’s temper was explosive, and judging by her words, there really wasn’t a person in this world she dared not curse. Indeed, if she dared to curse even the highest fathers, was there anyone she wouldn’t dare to curse?

Liu Hao, unruffled, said with a sinister smile, "Surely, Dog Liu is better than a dead eunuch, eh? The Chen family with three wives and three daughters, really impressive indeed."

"You...!"

"What about me? Hmph, Ye Tian is it?" Liu Hao turned his head to look at Ye Tian, sneered coldly, "I thought this was some great family’s pampered poodle, even daring to talk about respecting elders and loving the young, but it turns out to be just a castrated dog of a dead eunuch. Pah!"

Little Bun, I curse your ancestors for eight generations!

Ye Tian looked down and caught sight of Little Bun standing anxiously on the outskirts of the crowd, continuously wringing his hands, nowhere near as composed as before.

"Talk then, weren’t you all impressive just a moment ago?"

Liu Hao took a step forward, seemingly wanting to use his presence to overpower Ye Tian. This tactic was very effective; he had used it many times, and if all went as expected, one more step forward and this person would kneel down, cry and beg for mercy, allowing himself to magnanimously forgive him in front of everyone, then secretly have someone watch him and break his legs.

"Curse your ancestors!" Contrary to Liu Hao’s expectations, not only did Ye Tian not beg for mercy, he instead stepped forward and slapped him, all the while muttering, "Blind rascal, do you know who I am? I am..."

Looking for death! By now, even a fool would realize that Ye Tian was posturing.

"Beat him up!"

"Stop it!"

A stern shout came from the edge of the crowd, deep and authoritative, a grand and imposing aura spreading outward.

"It’s Young Master Gu."

"Really, what’s he doing here? Isn’t this place managed by Fatty Cheng?"

"Who knows."

"Whatever, there’s a good show to watch now."

The crowd discussing parted to make way, like a sluice gate releasing water, a few people walked in, the one at the forefront was dressed in an ordinary black suit, not particularly striking in appearance, but the aura he carried was sharp-edged. If presence could materialize, this person would certainly be enveloped in a spiky armor, like a hedgehog.

"Cheng Ming, you’re not being such a great boss," said the man in the lead.

Fatty Cheng behind him stood sweating profusely, stuttering without being able to speak, "This... this is..."

Seemingly with no patience for his explanation, Young Master Gu stepped forward, saw the scattered objects on the ground and the piece of linen that wasn’t properly put away, bent down, spread out the linen again, and one by one, started placing the objects on it.