The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215

Zhang Daniu closed his eyes in agony, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes. Grandpa, when Big Bull goes down, he must apologize to his little brother.

Suddenly, Zhang Daniu’s eyes snapped open, shining bright and black like onyx.

"Bring it on!" Zhang Daniu bellowed, his booming voice filling the entire underground parking lot, causing Ye Tian’s eardrums to ache slightly. When he looked back at the two brothers, they were already clashing in battle. It was only at this time that Ye Tian realized that, sometimes, the difference in physique may be an insurmountable gap for life. Towering figures like Zhang Daniu and Zhang Houtu could be said to have the strength to tear tigers and leopards with their bare hands, overpowering ten with sheer force, rendering any amount of skill futile. Zhang Daniu, nearly two meters tall, had a physique similar to Zhang Houtu, giving him a natural, colossal advantage that made Ye Tian envy his Combat Power. Zhang Xiayang’s knife techniques were fierce, the angles cunning, each slash and stab aimed at fatal points, with the dense blades like drizzling rain always managing to block Zhang Daniu’s attacks.

Fighting knives with bare hands, only this big oaf could do such a thing.

Zhang Daniu moved without any hesitation or unnecessary actions, seemingly childish and undisciplined at a cursory look, but Ye Tian could see. Just one touch, should the big man manage to reach Zhang Xiayang, just once, and it was certain death for Zhang Xiayang.

How many of the tens of thousands of falling bombs do you think you can withstand? Just one is enough to take your life. At this moment, each punch and palm from Zhang Daniu was like a bomb from heaven—get hit by one, and death was certain!

The Butterfly Knives continued to whirl, the blades tearing through the air, accompanied by the sound of the air splitting, chopping toward Zhang Daniu. A raise of the knife, and two huge blades closed in, aiming to chop off the big man’s head ruthlessly.

"Ha!" The knife blade rushed toward his face, but Zhang Daniu was unfazed, not even blinking as he let it come. It was still that foot, the terrifying strength appearing instantaneously without any need for charging up. That big foot kicked into Zhang Xiayang’s stomach, sending the Butterfly Knife, who was accustomed to wearing white, flying through the air. The Butterfly Knife, which was just inches away from Zhang Daniu’s face, grazed his cheek leaving a faint red line before its trajectory suddenly altered, flinging into the air, landing and scraping the hard concrete, leaving behind a deep groove and sparks.

It was probably ironic that Zhang Xiayang landed right in front of the elevator. This was where Ye Tian had been cornered by him.

A weight heavier than a boulder pressed against his chest, struggling to stand up a few times but in vain, Zhang Xiayang shuffled his body, leaning against the elevator, panting heavily as he watched Zhang Daniu approach. This strong, mountain-like body had once been his support, practicing boxing with him from a young age, taking up punishments for him, always the first to take the fall for his misdeeds; this was his own elder brother! How could he kill his own brother?

The Butterfly Knife never missed, except when it came to his own brother.

"We were never meant to walk the same path, no need for any more talk."

Zhang Xiayang looked at this man, bleeding from the mouth, feeling a wave of heartache. He grinned, showing his big white teeth, uncertain whether he was smiling or in pain.

"You still look so dumb when you smile, no wonder... no wonder you still follow others’ orders. In the future, be more flexible in life and don’t always talk about conscience with others; nowadays, people only talk about money. Also, the man you’re following now isn’t... isn’t bad, better than mine. Cough cough, haha, I’ve beaten you for more than ten years, but I’ve lost at the end, even lost my life. Cough, cough cough!"

Zhang Daniu stood there, not knowing what to say, just grinning with an idiotic look.

"Grandpa told me that I was fated to be like Pang Juan, with great talents, but a short life. I never believed it."

"And now?"

"Now I do."

"I don’t believe it!"

Zhang Daniu bent down, slung one of Zhang Xiayang’s arms over his shoulder, and then hoisted him to his feet. "I know my own strength. You can’t become Pang Juan. I can tell. I can also tell fortunes, remember? When we were kids and stole chickens together, I was always the one who cast the fortune-telling sticks first. Did you ever get punished?"

"If you weren’t so quick to admit wrong, the one punished would definitely have been me."

"Ding-dong!" A crisp sound. The elevator door opened, revealing an old man in a uniform—the same one who had mocked Ye Tian and Lin Jingran in the elevator.

Almost instinctively, Zhang Xiayang moved lightning-fast to get in front of the old man. Under the old man’s confused gaze, he forcefully flexed his two fingers, reducing the throat, wrapped in dry, wrinkled skin, to bone fragments.

"Xiayang!"

Zhang Daniu’s roar, filled with anger and profound disappointment, set off car alarms all around, creating a cacophony, amidst which was Zhang Daniu’s tearless face, confronting his own little brother and the corpse of an innocent old man.

Zhang Xiayang glanced at the two fingers that had crushed the old man’s throat, then looked up at Zhang Daniu with a smirk that was utterly eerie. "I told you, we’re not on the same path. If it wasn’t for this old codger showing up, the dead one would definitely have been you. Heh heh heh."

Zhang Daniu suddenly remembered the hand that had been resting on his shoulder was trying to retract, intending to strangle him, to crush his throat.

"I’ve always been beating you, how could I possibly lose. Hmph!"

A small gun slid out from Zhang Xiayang’s sleeve, a derringer, usually loaded with only two bullets.

"Brother, you’re really foolish, truly."

The gun was aimed at Zhang Houtu, who, unmoved, still stood there with a sad smile. That feeling was worse than being cut with a blade. Zhang Xiayang glanced at him, gave a short laugh, but then suddenly turned the gun toward Ye Tian.

"Click!"

"Click!"

For the first time, Ye Tian discovered that the sound of breaking bones and the sound of a hammer falling on an empty chamber are strikingly similar.

Zhang Xiayang only sought death, and he wished to die by his brother’s hand.

Endless autumn rain, a downpour outside, and inside, Ye Tian watched a tall man, weeping profusely, his tears more desolate than the autumn rain itself.

"Grandfather used to say, an eldest brother is like a father. When he passed away, he told me to take good care of you. You always caused trouble well into our youth, got beaten up a lot, but I know, the one Grandfather doted on the most was actually you. You had more Spiritual Energy, were more clever than me, and every time we fought, you were the winner. Ha, did you think I couldn’t tell you held back that day in the underground parking lot? You’re so skilled with the Butterfly Knife, even Grandfather was no match for you, how could you possibly make a mistake? I may be foolish, but I’m not blind. Come on, have a drink, I still remember you stealing Grandfather’s liquor when we were kids. You got so drunk that you wet the bed right on Grandfather’s bed, and that got you a good beating..."