The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

"From the ethnic minorities?"

"Yes, that’s right. That old man and I, just the two of us, were also at night, but we were on a bridge then. After exchanging a few moves, he died. But actually, it should have been me who died. He played dead then nearly killed me with the knife on his right leg, just barely missed. I really didn’t expect him to have two knives."

Ye Tian unwrapped the cloth and tossed the Butterfly Knife over, Zhang Xiayang caught it with one hand.

"Why did you think of using this thing? It’s flashy but impractical and can easily cause accidental injuries."

"I like it. Just need to practice more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiayang flipped open the Butterfly Knife, "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh," the sound of the blade tearing through the air rang clearly by his ear, mixed with the flashing cold light, it was quite the sight of a combat scene.

Ye Tian could feel the excitement called forth by this imagery in his blood. On the battlefield, a knife is always used last, the vanguards are usually various kinds of artillery and firearms. In other words, when everything else is exhausted, a knife is the lifesaving trump card.

When it comes to knife fighting, Ye Tian is not afraid.

"Ye Tian, I’ll fight with lethal intent," his eyes entirely devoid of warmth, perfectly matching the demeanor a killer should have.

"Now? But you just ambushed me, and my hands still hurt badly."

"That’s your problem."

Shameless!

Ye Tian no longer limits his definition of people in white clothes just to being pretentious, but should also include the term ’scum.’

Ye Tian had never seen such use of a Butterfly Knife; in his memory, although he had encountered people who played with Butterfly Knives, none used it as a weapon like Zhang Xiayang.

It was obvious, Zhang Xiayang’s knife was custom-made, with a blade almost as long as a machete, which came whooshing towards his head. Seeing the fierce and irresistible attack, Ye Tian held his knife horizontally, slightly tilting the blade to deflect some of the force as he just barely held on. The blade scraped across the knife, the friction creating sparks that appeared ghostly and bizarre in the dark night.

Ye Tian thought it would be easier after that strike, but he was wrong. The first strike from Zhang Xiayang hadn’t fully unloaded; when the blade slid to the tip, Zhang Xiayang flicked his wrist, and the other two blades instantly flew out, increasing the lethal area of the slanted Butterfly Knife considerably.

Had it been an ordinary Butterfly Knife, it would have been fine regardless of the angle, but Zhang Xiayang’s Butterfly Knife was specially made by a master, with increased length and width. If it had struck, the two fingers Ye Tian used to hold the knife would definitely have been severed immediately.

Left with no choice, he had to retreat.

With a flick of his wrist, he parried the entangled Butterfly Knife and kicked out fiercely with his leather shoe, hitting the inner side of Zhang Xiayang’s knee. As Zhang Xiayang slightly turned to dodge, Ye Tian retreated a few steps to stabilize his stance, while Zhang Xiayang stood still, watching him silently without a word.

Ye Tian was slightly out of breath. The move just now seemed effortless, but who knew the dangers it possessed? Ordinary people wouldn’t even dare to strike, let alone endure the flashing cold light that surely could have caused pain. Had he been a fraction slower, parts of Ye Tian’s body could have very well ended up scattered.

"Come on, continue."

Ye Tian waved his hand, raising the pitchfork he held. Although it looked roughly made, its quality was top-notch, Old Man Gongsun’s blacksmith skills were unquestionable.

Watching Ye Tian shouting from across, Zhang Xiayang uncharacteristically sheathed his knife and said, "I’m leaving. I have killed someone."

Ye Tian was taken aback and stood frozen with the knife in hand.

"Chen Pingrui is dead, heart attack. This is my phone; you can trust everyone on it completely. Here are the keys to the villa; you have free access. I will call the madam, she will tell you what to do. The Chen family is now yours, Ye Tian."

Holding a phone and keys, Ye Tian suddenly felt overwhelmed.

"Wait, be clearer. Who did you kill? Why be so fearful?"

Zhang Xiayang turned his back to him, "Liu Laogou. Although many contributed to Chen Pingrui’s death, Liu Laogou is not without blame. We also had personal grievances. I took care of Chen Pingrui’s corpse and then killed Liu Laogou."

"Where will you go now?"

"Where to? I’ll take it one step at a time. I still have some friends in Southeast Asia, while there’s still time, I need to go there. I’m relying on you here. The Chen family now has six women; you need to protect them and try to secure some livelihoods for them. Chen Pingrui was too solitary; he didn’t trust anyone until his demise."

Watching that retreating white figure, the keys and phone in Ye Tian’s hand gradually felt heavier, eventually, he simply placed them down on the ground. He wasn’t sure if he had the strength to pick them up again, nor if he would be the next one to succumb to a sudden heart attack.

What is Mo Family doing that they haven’t stepped forward? Are they really going to abandon me here?

Ye Tian cursed inwardly, blaming God for being blind, and at the same time cursing that his parents’ grave’s Feng Shui was poor bringing him a life of hardship and toil.

Looking at the keys and phone on the ground, Ye Tian, tired of cursing, rubbed his eyes, picked up the items, and without looking back, walked towards the small security guard cabin.

This matter needed to be thoroughly discussed, at the very least, he had to drag others down with him.

Zhang Xiayang, a name tinged with desolation. No one in the underworld expected this overlord to end everything by fleeing.

In the history of Chen Pingrui’s rise, one figure he couldn’t avoid was the Butterfly Knife Zhang Xiayang. Everyone said Zhang Xiayang was more loyal than a dog; even if Chen Pingrui ordered him to die, he wouldn’t hesitate or say another word, born as a perfect tool, utilized by others, and indeed fitting in well.

A king’s orders are inevitable death for his subordinates. But Zhang Xiayang, truly did not want to die.

Beheading Liu Laogou was his masterpiece, had time permitted, he would even have performed Lingchi on Liu Laogou. His master had taught him the methods and techniques of Lingchi, demonstrating it personally in front of him once. One hundred and eight cuts, no more, no less, and on the one hundred and eighth, the victim had just breathed his last.

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