The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 460 - 459

Chapter 460: 459

One-on-one, Gui Xiao is no match for him, but it’s more than enough for Ye Tian to beat him to the point where he’s scrambling to find his teeth.

A group of people arrived in the dark of night, or more precisely, in a little alley shrouded by night. Each crowd has its own circle of life. White-collars like to play the part of the poetic and fresh in cafes, and some people prefer to rev up their rickety motorcycles with pals in the back alleys of Nightlife, or to swig down beers. The street in the run-down neighborhood where Ye Tian and his companions arrived is a paradise for hooligans, identical to the situation back in Huaxia, except that the crowd here includes more people of different skin colors. Black, white, and yellow-skinned people all revel here, their principle is similar to the often spoken Huaxia motto of ’living in a drunken dream,’ but the level of enjoyment in their lifestyle is obviously a few notches lower, at best it’s taking pleasure amidst suffering.

Clearly, people here have a high degree of recognition for Miller. Seeing him arrive, everyone consciously looked over. Those trading white powder and ecstasy, those telling dirty jokes, and those in the flesh business all stopped their activities. Some people who were close to Miller consciously came over to stand by him. Soon, they were surrounded.

"Captain, are you confident?"

"I’m good for taking on one person, but taking on a group... I need to pull you in."

Chu Tianying glanced at him, "Captain, you’re screwing me over again."

Different from brawls in Huaxia, foreign countries, especially Western nations, tend to value combat with actual techniques, meaning the sort of methodical fighting like a punch for a punch, a kick for a kick, as seen in the scenes from the Stallone-starring movie ’Rocky,’ which is about street brawls and follows the story of a boxer being raised.

Westerners admire the strong, and Japan, especially after the Meiji Restoration, embraced this spiritual content well, otherwise, they wouldn’t have started by fiercely targeting the Three Eastern Provinces.

Even so, seeing the other side line up in formation, it’s clear they’re aiming for a war of attrition. This is going to be a bit troublesome.

The streets admire black colors and violence, and seeing there’s an exciting scene, people nearby all flocked over afraid to miss out on the drama. Men and women of various ethnicities, like watching a circus act, surrounded Ye Tian and the others at the center. There were also plenty of people on the outskirts of the crowd blowing whistles, not caring if things got too out of hand.

Well, it looks like this situation won’t end peacefully.

"Kid, explain to me what’s all this about?"

Pulling Gui Xiao to his side, Ye Tian asked a question.

"If you can’t see it, they’re gearing up for a fight. See that big guy? He’s the champion of the underworld boxing rings here. Twenty-nine straight victories!"

"Pfft," Ye Tian’s expression was one of disdain. Nepal, a little bigger than the size of a palm, yet talking about underworld boxing rings, "Skip the nonsense. Just tell me how to fight."

"Just win. And then, one more big play at the end. One-hitter quitter."

"What’s this ’one hammer to settle it’ thing?"

"It’s a game of risking your life, like gambling. But this time, it’s your life on the line, not money."

Damn it, I’m not someone who’s easily frightened.

Seeing Gui Xiao’s expression as if he was trying to intimidate him, Ye Tian didn’t take it seriously at all.

Seeing them talking in a language that nobody else could understand, Miller had a scornful smile on his lips. Just then, a woman with a flirtatious, sultry demeanor came over, her hair in big wavy curls, wearing a very short skirt that just covered her buttocks, and thigh-high boots that extended above her knees. Her black patterned stockings and fiery red lips highlighted the woman’s incredibly seductive allure.

Miller grabbed this enchanting beauty straight into his arms. The black fur coat made the little beauty’s skin itch, her seductive moans only intensified Miller’s desire, almost making him want to deal with her right then and there.

"Miller, is there going to be a show tonight?"

The crowd parted to make a path, just like a river dividing, as they automatically made way. A bald man walked down the middle. Different from Miller, this Caucasian was wearing a black leather jacket, looking buff. He wasn’t tall, but his broad shoulders and the aura radiating off him made Ye Tian feel that this man was not simple. When he got closer, Ye Tian realized that his gait was markedly that of a European military march.

The "ostrich step" is what the soldiers of Huaxia jokingly call the Europeans’ march, with heads high and chests out, and their faces exuding pride as if they were involved in a great cause that could save the world. They got this nickname because their posture resembles that of an ostrich.

This bald guy in the black leather jacket was ex-military. Moreover, the people he brought were visibly more numerous than Miller’s, and it was quite obvious that their fighting capability was far stronger than the onlookers; this could be seen from the look in their eyes. Otherwise, the surrounding crowd wouldn’t have taken a step back.

Miller, who was holding the beauty, had his pleasure interrupted and was naturally not in the best of moods. Looking at him, he said, "Indeed, there is something exciting. And it’s quite a sight."

Looking at the three people encircled in the middle, Baldy seemed to understand something. Craning his neck, he said to Miller, "Miller, there are some words I’d like to have with you."

Miller was startled, narrowing his eyes slightly, the arm holding the beauty also moved a bit. He lowered his head and gave the beauty’s cheek a kiss, but his gaze never left the bald man.

Slapping the woman’s buttocks, Miller said, "Babe, wait for me a sec."

The beauty, pricked by his stubble, seemed a little overwhelmed. Hearing his words, she obediently walked into the crowd and soon mingled with a young guy dressed in hip-hop attire.

"Qiao, just say what you want right here. I’m busy."

This bald man was called Qiao, a gang leader in the area, just like Miller. The difference between them was that their main business directions were not the same, meaning their modes of operation differed. Miller was a gang leader among hooligans, and his biggest concern was establishing his authority among a group of hooligans. The most important matter for him was dealing with the businesses of bars in this area. In essence, he dealt in white powder and ecstasy. But Baldy Qiao was different. He didn’t engage in the same business as Miller; instead, he dealt in arms trafficking. Although it was only small firearms, it was terrifying enough; after all, the truly powerful are those with guns in their hands.