The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Watching Ye Tian being pressured increasingly tighter, Liu Ping’s mouth corner revealed a sneer. He was not laughing at Ye Tian, but at the two people beside him. Truth be told, without the help of these two, his plan would never have been possible to implement. Which bar business in Tianhe City isn’t looking up to slow rock as the leader? As long as you control the slow rock bars, basically, you have a reliance for half of Tianhe City’s nightclub venues, and this reliance was now in Liu Ping’s hands. And that Binhai Industrial, which is the fruition of Chen Pingrui’s lifetime efforts and also the enterprise that Liu Ping had been coveting, Tang Kaitai is already the largest shareholder. Just need to transfer Zhen Yulin’s shares to Tang Kaitai, and Binhai Industrial was almost certainly his.

Poor fools are still deeply believing in the fantasy that following him would mean getting a piece of the action. Want to kill Ye Tian with your own hands? Good! Then I’ll satisfy this wish of yours.

"Listen up, everyone, leave him a breath of life, later let Boss Zhen and Boss Tang have a bit of fun!"

Liu Ping’s shout was quite invigorating, many people moved the steel knives in their hands, using the flash of their cold, pallid light to answer Liu Ping’s command.

The relationship is fucking great, isn’t it, you two dumb pigs!

Seeing Ye Tian’s murderous gaze, Tang Kaitai’s face was full of schadenfreude. He had his own plans in his mind, the fiercer the Liu Family and Chen Family fought, the better. After all, he was just a temporary ally. Eight years of resistance in the war, how many heroes became traitors, he was just a hero who adapted to the tides of the times. Protecting himself was the supreme realm, and he would leave the roles of loyal and righteous subjects to others. That position is absolutely not suitable for him. Moreover, in the current dire straits, if Ye Tian could really get out alive, then that would be a miracle. Compared to Tang Kaitai’s schadenfreude, Zhen Yulin was extremely anxious, having personally experienced Ye Tian’s strength. Although back then, he only had one person behind him, he could not forget the domineering aura that person had exuded while sitting on the couch and talking to him, it was simply undisguised arrogance. To say something others won’t believe, even Chen Pingrui seemed inferior to him. Chen Pingrui’s aura was one of contempt for everything acquired through years of hard-earned struggle, which is really just a stronger and more confident presence than ordinary people. But besides that, Ye Tian also possessed an overbearing and bandit-like aura as if he had struggled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, truly an image of a second-generation tycoon who was fearless and would kill anyone who didn’t submit.

Such a reckless fellow!

"Victory belongs to the brave in a narrow path," this saying was what Ye Tian often heard from his instructor during his time in the army, but that was for one-on-one situations. Now it was a dozen against one, and if he blindly charged forward, he would only get hacked to death.

But he can’t just sit there and waiting for death.

Action speaks louder than words!

Ye Tian looked at the person standing closest in the front row and rushed towards him, his wrist as supple as a snake, flipping, turning, and locking. The arm of the man just raised was instantly controlled. With a turn of his body, Ye Tian’s back faced the man, somehow managing to use force, and the person was flung over from Ye Tian’s back, to be precise, he was thrown over by Ye Tian. A very common move, the shoulder throw.

A "crack" sound, the wrist was broken with the white bony stubs exposed, Ye Tian seized the cleaver in his hand and held it tight, and with a fierce kick, the man’s head shook violently, blood flowing from the nose and mouth, and his eyes filled with blood, looked quite terrifying. His head tilted to one side, he passed out.

This simple yet effective series of actions indeed had an impact. Ye Tian holding a cleaver with a cold gleam in his hand, stepping on a bloody head with blood from the nose and mouth. This image, these actions, this aura, tsk tsk, really quite imposing.

Alas, the men before him were not students who cower at the sight of blood or mere hooligans but true Death Soldiers who had killed and seen blood. Ye Tian’s move had completely ignited the violent and bloody genes within their hearts.

"Kill him!"

With a roar, a crowd surged forward, wielding knives as if they were sharpening their blades for sheep and pigs. Ye Tian had no choice but to grit his teeth, clench the knife handle in his hand, and with a more resolute look in his eyes, he picked up the knife... and turned to run.

Only an idiot would play around with a bunch of people swinging machetes!

Ye Tian’s turn and run infuriated the pursuers even more. After attacking our men, he turned and fled, questioning if he was even a man—what a damn coward! Stop right there!

There was only one road up the mountain, which had already been blocked by Liu Ping’s men. Not many, just three or four, but they were armed with guns, equipped with silencers. Ye Tian cursed inwardly and changed direction, choosing another way to flee.

If this were a vast plain, these men couldn’t possibly catch up with Ye Tian, the record-holder of the army’s five-kilometer cross-country run. However, it was merely a clearing atop a hill, only slightly larger than two basketball courts. Ye Tian would have liked to run a marathon, but Liu Ping only provided him with a sprint track. After taking two turns, he found himself trapped.

This time, there was truly no place to run.

As Ye Tian tied a knife to his hand with a strip of cloth torn from his clothes, he silently prayed in his heart to Jesus, confessing the misdeeds of his childhood, like throwing firecrackers into people’s privies or pulling girls’ pigtails—something he’d learned from an American mercenary. He had prayed to the Bodhisattva many times to no avail, so this time he decided to try Jesus.

The patience of the men opposite was not as good as Ye Tian’s. He had barely confessed his junior high sins when a cleaver swung towards him.

A cleaver chopped down towards his head, but Ye Tian, without even looking, dodged sideways, swinging his knife horizontally, hitting the man’s lower abdomen. Unfortunately, the man dodged quickly, and the knife only cut through a layer of clothing, which greatly infuriated Ye Tian. Failing to take down an opponent with a single blow would only grant more opportunities to those behind. As he pondered a fix, the men behind indeed raised their knives in unison, determined to chop Ye Tian into pieces.

Ye Tian, with one foot braced on the ground, saw three cleavers swing down towards him. He raised his knife to block, but as the blade was slanted downwards, it deflected much of the force, allowing him to retreat while striking.

Fighting and retreating, Ye Tian suffered two slashes on his body, but two or three of the assailants had fallen too. It was basically a one-to-one exchange—suffer a cut to take someone down. It might sound worthwhile, but when outnumbered, with more than a dozen assailants, even if it was half a knife per person, who could endure it?

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