The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 296

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The last bite of the fried dough stick was clutched in his hand, yet Ye Tian chose not to eat it, bringing the soybean milk to his lips instead.

How could someone be so thick-skinned!

"Miss, you better convince your man to leave quickly!" Seeing that talking to the man was futile, the snack stand owner turned to persuade the woman instead.

Mo Yan was usually cold and arrogant, as well as quick-witted, but now her face turned red, and she became speechless. This irritated the snack stand owner a bit. Her man was about to get beaten up, yet this woman didn’t even bother to intervene.

"Boss, another fried dough stick, will leave after eating."

This was just blatantly asking for trouble!

Chuanzi pushed the snack stand owner aside, causing the latter to fall onto the snowy ground, with snowflakes covering the thick cotton sleeves.

Aha, military boxing.

Ye Tian immediately recognized that this man called Chuanzi was using standard military boxing, which is simple but incredibly practical. Many grappling techniques among the Armed Police were derived from military boxing.

The Right Hook, a punch that eighty percent of people know how to use. To put it bluntly, it’s just swinging a punch with the right hand, but calling it a Right Hook sounds more impressive. However, Chuanzi’s punch didn’t aim for the head but went for Ye Tian’s armpit instead, a direct hit below the left rib could reach the heart, and a heavy blow might cause an immediate shock.

Ye Tian wasn’t in a hurry, nor was Mo Yan. She would never believe that Ye Tian could just sit there and do nothing. Sure enough, Ye Tian made his move.

He still held the bench in his right hand without letting go, and he slammed it down again, recklessly, not giving a damn about the incoming punch.

"Crack!" The bench didn’t break but merely cracked, and it would probably break if someone sat on it.

"Thump!" Chuanzi fell flat onto the ground, unable to even let out a fart—the man before him could still twitch a bit, but Chuanzi couldn’t move at all, muttering under his breath while white vapors sprayed out onto the ground, melting a patch of snow.

Let him fight! As long as he can fight, it’s good. Mo Yan watched Ye Tian without trying to stop him. She knew he had been holding back a lot of issues. If he didn’t let them out, it might lead to some trouble.

"Do you two still want to eat? I’ll make some space for you."

The remaining two guys weren’t fools. The strongest fighter, Chuanzi, was already groaning on the ground. They had no interest in eating anymore!

Seeing that they remained silent, Ye Tian spoke up, "Waiting another two minutes won’t kill you. Be more cautious in the future. Take them to the hospital for treatment, I might have gone a bit too hard just now."

Well, that’s stating the obvious; even the bench is cracked. The two onlookers, seeing Ye Tian returning to his soybean milk without intending to pursue the matter further, quickly scooped up the two fallen men and scampered away.

"Boss, another fried dough stick."

Mo Yan frowned, "You’re still eating?"

Ye Tian looked at her and then turned away, "Get one for her too."

It was Ye Tian who did the beating, not the stand owner’s concern. That guy was just a local bully, and his parents were government officials, but decent people, so there was no need to worry about retaliation. Ye Tian was puzzled, since when could a street riffraff perform military boxing?

The owner explained that they had a family history of serving in the military; his grandfather had been a soldier, who died in battle, leaving a posthumous child who was his father. Subsequently, his father also joined the army, and he himself was a posthumous child as well. Honestly, it was quite a pitiful story.

Everyone fell silent.

Just as Mo Yan thought, having beaten up two guys, Ye Tian vented out some of his frustrations and looked visibly better, but he still didn’t speak much.

After finishing breakfast and paying the bill, Mo Yan bought a breakfast for the old man at home, while Ye Tian borrowed one hundred yuan from Mo Yan. When Mo Yan asked him why he needed the money, he didn’t say.

"When will I be able to see Susu?"

"In a couple of days. She hasn’t woken up yet."

Ye Tian lowered his head and was silent for a while, "I want to see her now."

"I have already told you..."

"Just five minutes."

Ye Tian’s eyes fixed on Mo Yan, trying to put some pressure on this woman, but he miscalculated this time.

"I said no means no. Ye Tian, don’t haggle with me."

"...then you have to ensure her safety."

"I can’t guarantee that."

Ye Tian flew into a rage instantly, but his expression quickly returned to normal. This scared Mo Yan; she was surprised at how he could have such self-control. Half a year of surviving in Tianhe City had indeed brought him progress.

"I hope you can do your utmost to ensure her safety... please."

Mo Yan nodded her head, said nothing, and turned into the alley. Ye Tian looked at her, unsure whether he should follow her. Mo Yan walked all the way into the courtyard without looking back at Ye Tian, who then realized that she didn’t need him for the time being and just left.

Upon arriving in the yard, Mo Yan switched breakfast to her other hand. She’d forgotten to wear gloves when she left the house, and with the added delay, her hands were freezing. The yard had already been swept clean by the security staff, and Mo Yan had also bought breakfast for them. They’re old folks from the alley, still preferring to drink soybean milk and eat fried dough sticks. The security guard thanked her, and Mo Yan entered the house.

The old man was sitting on the sofa watching the news broadcast, an immutable habit of decades. He watched in the morning, at noon, and in the evening, on schedule and punctually, something that no one else could take away from him, except for Mo Yan.

Mo Yan casually grabbed the remote and switched to a local channel where a TV drama was playing, a new version of "Shining Sword." She didn’t like it. After flicking through a few more channels that all showed morning news, she reluctantly turned the channel back.

The old man was tense for a while, but as soon as the news broadcast came on again, his face lit up with a smile, and he enjoyed his breakfast even more.

Deciding to just lie down, Mo Yan propped herself up on the bed, legs dangling over the side of the bed and swinging.

Slurping a mouthful of soybean milk, the old man kept his eyes glued to the TV and asked, "You encountered that kid, didn’t you?"

"Yes." The old man was shrewd, and Mo Yan didn’t want to waste time on this.

"He’s seen through this whole business deal, why can’t you?"

Thinking of Tang Su, whose life was still hanging in the balance and who had not even completed her wedding ceremony, Mo Yan, as a woman, felt saddened. Moreover, it was she who pulled Ye Tian onto this path, and after all was said and done, she bore an inescapable responsibility.

Mo Yan flipped over, lying on her side.

The news was analyzing American Imperialism’s Type-C encirclement strategy. The Mo Family’s old man frowned, then bit into a fried dough stick, chewing vigorously while glancing at his side-lying granddaughter.

"He’s climbed to this position because he’s capable. Give him a straw, and he can use it as a lifesaving tool. People like him have tough lives; don’t worry too much."

Mo Yan came back to her senses, clearly hearing the old man slurp his soybean milk. She pouted, rolled her eyes, hopped off the bed, and walked toward the door.

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