The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 459 - 458

Chapter 459: 458

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Miller suddenly burst into loud laughter, tilting his head backward, sending his long hair flying behind. His yellowed, smoke-stained teeth were unmistakably revealed. The underlings behind him, despite not knowing what he was laughing at, also joined in with a sycophantic chuckle.

Suddenly, Miller stopped laughing. His face darkened drastically as he leaned forward, his twitching facial muscles giving off a somewhat neurotic air, "Kid, do you realize I could kill you at any moment?"

As if he hadn’t heard what was said, Ye Tian idly played with a wine glass in his hand, "I’m a foreign citizen. If you dare kill me here, I’ll make sure you regret it."

To ensure he understood the implication of ’regret it’, Ye Tian added, "I’ll make sure you die quicker than me."

That statement wasn’t quite right; it sounded as if he was admitting he too would die.

This time, not only did Miller laugh, but Chu Tianying at his side also nearly let out a chuckle. What era is this for someone to care about your life or death? Even if they really killed you, they could dump your body in any corner – you would die for nothing!

"I’m Japanese."

Pfft! Chu Tianying almost spat out. Then he saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the group opposite. But they quickly turned fierce again, "Kid, don’t try to fool me with any tricks. If you say you’re Japanese, I won’t believe you even if I was beaten to death!"

Ye Tian looked at him with disdain, "You’re not stupid. I’m Huaxia, from the north."

The north is a region bordering Huaxia, also the general term used by people from Nepal for Huaxia.

Miller’s face contorted fiercely, "Stop wasting time here. Get to the point. This place is too small for both of him and us, either he goes, or he gets dealt with. I see you want to stand up for him. Since you want to stand up, let’s play by the rules. You have no objections, right?"

So, there are rules to this place. Ye Tian thought that these sorts of situations would unfold like a shootout in the movies, or perhaps a big boss would come to mediate. Isn’t that how ’The Godfather’ depicted it?

Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged. Realizing it was Gui Xiao’s hand, Ye Tian turned to find the kid looking at him, apparently wishing to speak.

"Spit it out!" Ye Tian seemed full of confidence, "They won’t understand anyway."

Gui Xiao looked uneasy, his display of feigned bravado seemed rather comical. On one side, there was a physique lacking vigor as if on the verge of collapse; on the other, there was an attempt to bluff with unconvincing bravado – a bundle of contradictions. Ye Tian couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up, "Alright, stop it, they’re getting ready to draw the line with you. Tell me, what are the rules here?"

"A fair fight."

"... What kind of rule is that!"

Gui Xiao nodded, "I thought the same. But that’s their rule."

Ye Tian then caught a glimpse of cunning flash through Gui Xiao’s eyes – fleeting, yet he captured it. Despite Gui Xiao still appearing utterly petrified, Ye Tian wasn’t buying it.

"Kid, you did that on purpose, huh? Wow, you’ve even outsmarted us. I’ll say, you’re not just nimble-fingered, but an Oscar-worthy Best Little Gold Man."

"Captain, they call that the Oscar for Best..."

"Shut up!"

Ye Tian guessed right. Gui Xiao was indeed looking for backup; this territory was his domain, his truths were genuine, but the only thing he concealed was about his escape. His underlings were all kids; they had no chance fighting these seasoned gangsters, so he had to seek help. Unexpectedly, he ran into Ye Tian and company.

Helplessly, he had to deceive these two.

"Heh heh," Ye Tian’s fierce face suddenly broke into a brilliant smile, "Kid, do you know what I enjoy most in life?"

"I don’t know." Might as well die, Gui Xiao thought resignedly, ready to throw caution to the wind. Miller was sitting opposite; even if Ye Tian spared him, those guys wouldn’t. Are men from Four-nine City afraid to die?

Of course, they are afraid!

Gui Xiao defensively argued internally, it’s not death I fear, it’s the pain!

"What I like most is to set someone up! But today, you’ve outplayed me. Relax, don’t be scared. I’ll definitely help you this time, but you also have to help me. Think it over. Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want your life, nor your chastity, I just need to borrow your skills to help me ’borrow’ something."

"Done!"

Of course, it’s done. His life is nearly gone; what else could he object to?

Ye Tian addressed Miller across the way, "Ok, the time and place is up to you, but let’s be clear on the rules. If I lose, you can do as you please; but if it’s you guys..."

"Friend, you’re mistaken, it’s he who will lose."

Miller pointed at Gui Xiao as he spoke, a knife appearing in his hand – a beautiful little knife with exquisitely engraved patterns on the handle and a slender blade reminiscent of wheat shoots. If one were to truly seek a knife worthy of being called a work of art, it would have to be taken from a monastery in the Tibetan area.

Tossing his hair back with a swift hand movement, Miller licked his lips with his tongue and said in a hoarse voice, "Friend, don’t joke with me, the price for that is steep."

"I’m not joking. I’m serious."

A pledge to be taken seriously.

The two stared at one another, their gazes sharing the same content: no jokes will be tolerated. If it’s on, it’s on for real.

It seems he really has met his match.

...

In this world, ultimately, it is those who are bold and skilled who prevail. Some rely on their hands, some on their words, others on people; in the end, they all use their abilities to change their lives. This ability is known as a craft.

Miller isn’t a thief; he’s not cut out for that line of work. Thieves need to be quick-witted, and most importantly, they need to meet certain criteria. The most basic of which are slender fingers and an ordinary appearance – too ugly or too good-looking, and you simply can’t be a thief. Such individuals attract public attention wherever they go, constantly being watched, making it impossible to work unnoticed. Some even resort to disfiguring themselves. It’s the same principle as begging – if you don’t look pitiful, no one will put money in your bowl. That said, while Miller may not have the makings of a hands-on operative, it doesn’t stop him from recruiting local thieves under his command not for their skills, but for the power of his fists.