The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 191

Shen Jingwei stretched out his hand, Gao Meng glanced at it and handed his over, a small stature pulling up a massive figure effortlessly.

"Practiced before?"

"Read too many martial arts novels, I learned that ’the only unbeatable martial arts is speed’, so I devoted extra attention to it."

Gao Meng looked down and thought, then raised his thumb to Shen Jingwei with genuine admiration on his face.

As the young Champion Marquis, Shen Jingwei truly lived up to the title!

Meanwhile, a kilometer away from the training ground, a reconnaissance soldier from the foreign army put down his binoculars and reported through his headset, "Report, I request to cancel the second infiltration operation, there’s an insurmountable obstacle within the red forces..."

Shen Jingwei did not immediately follow Gu Canghai back to the base. Among the surrounding crowd, he spotted a familiar figure, the slender and graceful silhouette of a woman.

It was strange, why would she appear in a military zone.

"Strange?"

"Yeah."

"What’s so strange about that? If she can make a military family like the Lei family shut up obediently, coming to a drill field is nothing difficult."

Mo Yan looked at the stubborn child before her, her tone melancholy, "You’ve grown up, cutting off your Little Bun, you actually resemble your second uncle a lot."

"Where is my second uncle?"

"Don’t worry about him; he’s just like you, climbing upwards. Only when you reach a certain height can you avoid being trampled to death."

"I don’t need this talk, I don’t want to hear it. Can you do me a favor?"

"Let’s hear it."

"I want... to become a mercenary."

The Mo Family is vast, its scope beyond anyone’s clear understanding. If one must describe it conceptually, it would be as a black hole—absorbing everything, consuming voraciously, growing wildly, a crazed behemoth. To be favored by the Mo Family is a blessing ordinary people couldn’t attain in several lifetimes.

As a mysterious and low-key woman from the Mo Family, Mo Yan naturally didn’t receive as much attention as the men, but had she willingly accepted and complied with such so-called chauvinistic ancestral rules, she wouldn’t have driven the young Beiping playboy, who drove a Ferrari, out of Tianhe with her pickup truck.

She admired Ye Tian’s resilience and outstanding skills, but what she appreciated more was his smart head on his shoulders.

It’s not surprising that she regarded everyone as worthless as dog excrement. As a member of the Mo Family, growing up playing under pear wood tables at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse with children of her age, she had seen too much of the world and met too many people. All kinds, from all walks of life, not one the same, yet those called heroes or men of valor, upon entering the Mo Family, would still have to bow their heads.

How could someone who overlooks the entire universe be interested in a steed galloping across the grasslands?

Leaving Ye Tian in that place was merely a non-essential experiment; to check whether it succeeded or failed, they just needed to see if that buzz cut man was still alive. One less person did not matter; with so many people in Huaxia, one fewer wouldn’t be noticeable.

Mo Yan wore a gender-neutral field uniform. Even though it was slightly baggy, it could not conceal her exquisite curves.

Two people, one tall and one short, walked across the desolate Gobi desert, not far from where military activities were buzzing, the roaring sound of tanks faintly audible. Mo Yan had already informed Gu Canghai ahead of time. Though Shen Jingwei was curious about her identity and the power at her disposal, he asked no questions. He was no longer that inquisitive mountain boy.

"Why suddenly think of becoming a mercenary? Who told you this?"

Information about the kid had already been checked; he had come from the mountains and was trained by that old fellow Gongsun Muyang. It wouldn’t make sense for him to be aware of the concept of a mercenary army in such a short time.

Shen Jingwei bit his lip, seeming unwilling to discuss this with Mo Yan.

Seeing the faint sadness hidden in his eyes, Mo Yan could probably guess what the kid was thinking.

"Do you want to rush to your uncle’s side to help him?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel that the path of growth in the military is too slow for you?"

"Yes."

Since it came to this, Shen Jingwei did not hold back. The power within this woman’s hands was extraordinary; perhaps she could truly be of help.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yan, who never took credit in front of strangers, readily agreed, "I can help you, and it’ll be with the best mercenary group in the world."

Ahead lay a field of weeds taller than a person, a common sight in the desolate wilderness, likely concealing many hidden sentries, perhaps even with their guns trained on him. Knowing the sentry deployment from Gu Canghai, Shen Jingwei led the way, avoiding this area. As a bodyguard, he knew this was necessary.

They bypassed the large swath of thick grass, and up ahead was flat land. On the horizon, the stunning sunset blushed like the shy face of a young girl.

Finding a spot with dried grass, Shen Jingwei spread out a patch of grass to sit on the ground and courteously offered the prepared grassy seat to Mo Yan, who unreservedly took the seat next to this respectful yet unassuming lad, her interest in him growing.

"Let’s talk terms. I don’t believe you’d help me so readily without a catch." Shen Jingwei propped himself up with one hand while chewing on a foxtail grass, gazing at the sunset on the horizon, his voice lazy and seemingly indifferent.

"You and your uncle, tsk, are becoming more alike."

He recalled Ye Tian, who stubbornly refused to race on the highway yet still conned a Ferrari from her and her sisters, with the same attitude; even if you shouted until the heavens fell, he might not even turn his head to look at you, as if doing so would cost him a half pint of blood.

"So what do you think of the military? Doesn’t fit you anymore?"

"No, it was here that I truly learned what it means to be ’crouching tigers, hidden dragons’. But I know my own path. This indeed is a good place, but it’s not where I belong, nor does it fit my pace. Grandpa Gu is pushing down on my temperament, trying to tell me to be patient, but I truly can’t wait."

"So how did you come to think of becoming a mercenary?"

"Nothing much. A while back, I caught a soldier from the Blue side, heard he was from some fairly renowned Special Forces unit, and he told me about it, inviting me to join a Mercenary Group called Wolf Pack. So I came to understand a bit more."

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