The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Chapter 214

"Haven’t seen you for months, but your mouth’s still sharp; too bad your courage has shrunk." Even Zhang Xiayang, patient and radiating a killing aura, couldn’t handle Ye Tian constantly evading.

The two stood five meters apart. Ye Tian checked the distance and then stepped back another five meters before nodding in satisfaction. "Being cowardly is fine as long as it keeps you alive, right?"

"Too bad you won’t survive today."

"Cut the crap, plenty of people have been after my life, you’re just the smallest fry. I’ve already given you some respect, take it or leave it, no need for this bullshit. You wanna play? Fine, come on! I’m game!"

Ye Tian, seemingly tough but actually shameless, bent down and undid the knife strapped to his calf. He flipped it in his hand, threw a flourish, not bad, not rusty at all. Then he looked at the figure approaching slowly with a long blade, and then at the sharp but short weapon in his hand, shook his head quietly, this is unfair!

Suddenly, a rush of swift footsteps surged forward. Before Ye Tian could see the movements clearly, he felt a numbness atop his head. Without thinking, he raised the knife high above him. There was a crisp "clang" of metal against metal, Ye Tian’s arm numbed, and he quickly retreated three steps, creating a brief distance from Zhang Xiayang.

He hadn’t disarmed him. Is this guy even human?

Ye Tian was shocked. When he had raised his knife, the blade was clearly slanted downwards, but Zhang Xiayang’s force didn’t lessen at all. If there was enough light, one could clearly see the blood oozing from the tiger’s mouth on Ye Tian’s right hand.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiayang was unscathed.

"Heh, you’re still the man! How about we just spar a bit, all you want is for me to leave Tianhe, right? I’ll go, isn’t that enough?"

"Don’t think of playing dumb to make me let my guard down. Whenever I kill, no matter who it’s against, I give it my all."

Ye Tian’s hand, which had been stealthily gathering strength, stopped. This man had not only capable skills but also a meticulous mind.

"Is that so? What about me?"

His voice boomed like a bell, embracing all rivers.

Zhang Daniu’s massive frame stood like a tower behind Ye Tian at the parking lot entrance, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, revealing only the silhouette of that towering figure.

Zhang Xiayang silently bowed his head, murmuring, "Brother."

A bull and a butterfly, the stark difference in size and appearance enough to astound anyone. Ye Tian recalled a painting he’d seen once, a butterfly landing on a bull’s nose, the artist dramatically juxtaposed the two creating a dramatically appealing effect and garnering widespread praise.

Zhang Daniu, Zhang Xiayang. Ye Tian slapped his forehead, who would’ve thought these two were brothers? And Zhang Houtu shares the last name too.

"I thought you wouldn’t come back," said Zhang Daniu, entering from the entrance. "You’ve become quite something, huh? The knife grandpa gave you, still good for killing, right? Killing smoothly, aren’t you? Kill a thousand people and you can transform into a butterfly, you must be close now, huh?"

Ye Tian’s heart felt hairy upon hearing this, "Kill a thousand people? Even firing a machine gun would take at least five minutes. Killing with a knife would make your hands go soft." Under the shadow of the big man in front of him, Ye Tian shivered for no reason.

Zhang Daniu went up with a kick and knocked Zhang Xiayang to the ground. Zhang Xiayang did not fail to try to resist, but he realized that his attempt to block the kick was futile. It felt like a huge rock was pressed against his chest, immovable and overwhelmingly heavy.

"Can’t get up with just one kick?"

It was like provocation. Zhang Daniu verbally taunted his younger brother, whose face was frosty. With one hand on the ground, Zhang Xiayang flipped over, staggering to his feet, but? Before he could steady himself, Zhang Daniu, with great force, kicked again. This kick landed straight on his abdomen, sending him flying like a ripe shrimp, three meters away, curling up on the ground.

"Thought you were so tough, getting scared after a couple of kicks? How can you still hold that knife and make trouble here, thinking you’re the best in the world?"

Zhang Xiayang struggled to rise from the ground, bent at the abdomen as he got halfway up, only to receive another solid kick from Zhang Daniu to his stomach. A wave of bitterness surged in his stomach, acid and bitter filling his mouth. He frowned and forcibly swallowed the bitterness back down. The Butterfly Knife had already flown out of his hand, landing on the ground, lonely, just like its master lying there.

Elder brothers are indeed like fathers.

"Pretending to be tough, huh?"

"Stay out of my business." After a long while, Zhang Xiayang finally uttered these words, a trace of red appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Now you know not to involve me, what took you so long? Causing trouble and letting others clean up after you, do you think you’re being rational and honorable? It’s so glorious having everyone around you, you must be really fucking proud!"

Yet another kick, but this one was blocked by Zhang Xiayang. His arms overlapped and resisted this kick.

"I said, stay out of my business."

This guy always had a cold tone, even towards Zhang Daniu.

Zhang Daniu stared at him blankly, silently bending down to pick up the Butterfly Knife from the ground and threw it over, "Anyone can stay out of your business, but not me. Because you are my brother, the blood that flows in our veins is the same, nobody can compare to that. He’s nothing!"

Ye Tian saw that Zhang Daniu was pointing at him, sheepishly shrinking his neck and squatting on the ground without speaking.

"Xiayang, Grandpa said long ago that one day we may each follow our own master, but the old man also told me, whether the future changes or not, once brothers, always brothers, this bond can’t be undone or broken. Today, I dare to point at his nose and say he’s nothing, and if he dares to touch you, tomorrow I will dare to kill him!"

Ye Tian was stunned, feeling wronged and pouting his lips, what have I done to you.

"Xiayang, in the end, being a person requires conscience."

This statement had a somewhat heavy tone, and there was always something flickering in Zhang Daniu’s eyes, like flames of anger, yet also like sorrowful heartache.

"Conscience? I’ve talked about conscience with lots of people, even painstakingly advising them, but they still pointed knives at me. So later on I seldom talked about conscience, who says you can only negotiate with a conscience, with less of that, it’s more convenient." After saying this, Zhang Xiayang picked up the Butterfly Knife from the ground, wiped the blade, as if talking to himself, "There is not so much conscience to speak of."