The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 272

Chapter 272: 272

"And then, halfway there, I happened to bump into this old geezer hiding in an alley scamming money and seducing women, getting beaten up so badly. I’m just kind-hearted, otherwise, anyone else would’ve been thankful not to kick him a couple times."

"Cough cough."

The person wearing the conical hat behind him coughed unnaturally twice, as if to hide something. Ye Tian saw through the rearview mirror that his trousers were covered with a lot of mud, it seemed that what Pig Hu said was indeed true.

"What are you coughing for; you still have the shame, huh? Then why act all high and mighty with me? I told you, I brought you here to enjoy, not to emit corpse qi in the cemetery, what are you nervous about... Uh!"

While Pig Hu was chattering away, he suddenly clammed up, his whole person stiffened like a wooden stake hammered down, his mouth agape, his tongue rigidly laying inside.

"Even after all these years, you still can’t stop your habit of nonsensically running your mouth." Qin Haizhu murmured, still bowing his head, his large conical hat obscuring his face, making it hard to see.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough! Haizhu, did you really have to go so hard on me, dammit! If I had known, I wouldn’t have brought you along! Cough cough cough cough... Bloody hell, that scared me."

Ye Tian was startled, just now he saw a flash of light from behind Pig Hu, which originated from something in Qin Haizhu’s hand, likely a needle-like thing, that was pricking Pig Hu and rendering him speechless.

What kind of people are these!

Ye Tian inwardly sighed, wondering why every person Pig Hu brought back was so freakish.

In the darkness, the black Audi A4 silently approached a hotel not far from Fengyue Inn. Though the facilities here couldn’t compare to Tianhe Hotel, they were quite decent nonetheless. Ye Tian was always generous in socializing.

Qin Haizhu looked at the towering hotel before him, but couldn’t dare to lift his head, fearing the conical hat on his head might fall off.

Ye Tian noticed this man wanted to look up but did not dare to, which only piqued his curiosity further. Since he could boss Pig Hu around, he definitely must be someone capable, especially given Pig Hu’s temperament; not much of a skilled person, yet prouder than anyone, always eager to show off the slightest superiority over others. A classic ostrich mentality.

Qin Haizhu remained indifferent throughout, his conical hat covering his face, revealing only his chin and beard, yet not obstructing his sight in any way, whether reaching the elevator or turning at the intersections, just like a normal person. When Ye Tian suggested going for a few drinks, Pig Hu was the first to raise his hand in agreement, Qin Haizhu thought for a moment, then silently went into his room, no longer speaking. Pig Hu, impatient, waved his hand, "Forget him, let’s go drink. Call that rascal Li Jing, I got his family heirloom back for him, if he doesn’t call me grandpa, my surname ain’t Zhang!"

Typical nonsense.

Others, especially when hosting, choose top-notch hotels, or at least a quiet private room, slowly enjoying the drinks leisurely. But not Ye Tian, not Pig Hu; this bunch wasn’t the type to stay quiet in a small room to drink.

At a Northeastern stew stall, several men of varying sizes sat, conspicuous by two unreasonably large men among them. Every time the lady boss came over to serve dishes, she smiled nervously, afraid of not serving well and offending these men, causing them to smash her stall.

"Li Jing, here, this is for you."

A beautifully wrapped rectangular box was taken from behind by Pig Hu and placed on the table, handed over to Li Jing. Li Jing was stunned for a moment, then took the box with both hands, his face solemn and serious.

"Look at you, not even saying thank you. I give up on you."

Pig Hu withdrew his hand to pick up chopsticks and fished a piece of meat from the hot pot into his bowl, chewing vigorously, the oily sheen glistening brightly under the reflection of the hot pot.

Li Jing, true to his name, not polite at all, silently placed the sword box to the side of his body and quietly drank the wine in front of him.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. To ease the mood and also out of his own curiosity, Ye Tian asked, "Old Hu, the person you brought back, who exactly is he, and why is he wearing a hat? It’s quite odd."

While stuffing food into his mouth, Pig Hu said hesitantly, "Odd my ass, do you think he likes wearing hats?"

"A hat? Is it Qin Haizhu?" Li Jing raised an eyebrow, seemingly enlightened.

Pig Hu wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Li Jing, "Yeah, it’s him. Ran into him when he was coming back, he’s washed his hands of his past life, but he’s not doing so well, was selling plasters on the street when I met him. I told him about the situation here, he wouldn’t come, telling me nonsense about how ’mercy shows the way to shore’ and then advised me to wash my hands clean early, to stop creating sins. I was dumbfounded at the moment, is this really the Qin Haizhu from back then, how did he become so cowardly all of a sudden. Talking about... what, turning back is the shore. Where is the shore? I haven’t seen it anyway."

After that, Pig Hu continued eating and drinking.

"What does he do, I saw him holding a needle in his hand."

Li Jing glanced at him and said, "Acupoint, ever heard of it?"

"Using a needle for acupoint?"

"That’s his business. You ask him."

Seeing Li Jing pointing at himself, Pig Hu cursed, "Don’t point at me, besides you, who hasn’t been pricked by him. It’s not just me."

Qin Haizhu, a northerner, speaks with a Qin accent, no one knows his exact address, only that he likes to sit quietly facing the northwest direction, as if there is something there he has always been longing for.

Skilled in medical arts, known as the Qin Accent Ghost Doctor, his acupuncture is nothing short of miraculous. Rash in his youth, his family fell from grace, during the harsh winters of December, he was cornered by enemies and was almost chopped to death, if not for a master passing by, his life would have been fed to the dogs. However, because of fighting, his skull was partially chopped off with a machete, leaving a hole in his skull. It was a comminuted fracture, with bone fragments having entered his brain, clearly a dying man, but he was kicked out of the hospital after three days because he couldn’t afford the medical bills. The first thing he did after getting out of the hospital was to buy a straw hat to wear on his head, then during a breath’s gap, he killed all the dozen or so people who had cornered him that day.