The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87

"Who’s there?"

"Out here to fix the surveillance camera."

"Oh. Is it fixed yet?" As the speaker on the outside opened the door while talking, Ye Tian saw it happen, delighted in heart, thinking how overly simple this was.

The lads behind him were of course even more excited; this was a direct confrontation between the sons of Jinmen gentry and Four-nine City’s Crown prince’s party. There’s no room for talk about winning or losing being unimportant—this was a matter of face, and whoever loses would be losing face.

Aren’t they saying we’re not man enough? Aren’t they saying we can’t enter? Aren’t they saying we’re not man enough? Well then! Watch me smash your den and then see who you’re gonna man up to!

As if they could already see themselves charging in and hitting the jackpot, a group of young guys were all gearing up at the door, thinking about how they would handle those snobby jerks later on.

Some people were approaching from the side, and Ye Tian was the first to hear the sound of dry branches breaking underfoot, followed by a series of clear footsteps—some heavy, some light—which meant the group included both men and women of various heights and sizes.

With the arrow nocked, it was unfortunately cut off at this moment.

"Is this a CS (counter-strike) base? How’s the equipment?" A rough voice asked the person behind Ye Tian, Tan Xin.

"I’m a technician here, I don’t know much about the equipment side of things."

It was easy to make up stories while wearing the work clothes.

"Damn, how come we keep running into clueless duds? What kind of base is Pig running here, not even someone to welcome us!"

All of a sudden, that person started cursing nonstop, and while cursing, he walked inside. His plump figure quickly reminded people of a certain edible animal, but just then, the electric gate that had just been opened started closing.

"Sir, do you have a VIP card?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, followed by a kick, "Your mother’s VIP card!"

It must be said that sometimes, chubby folks do have an innate advantage—like this Fatty Long’s kick, which sent the staff leaning against the door stumbling down onto the concrete ground.

"Hey, you fatso, what do you think you’re doing? You know whose place this is? How dare you run wild here? Got a death wish?"

"I would like to hear from you whose place this is," a chilly voice wafted over, belonging to a woman.

Damn it! No way!

Ye Tian, recognizing the voice, lowered his head to sneak a glance. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly—not looking would’ve been fine, but one look and he recalled the fight that had broken out at the barbecue stand half a month ago, involving this woman alongside her naive, princess-like companion.

That settles it. Although there was no sign of the creep named Leopard, what kind of simple characters would you find around a woman like that? Although Fatty Long’s kick wasn’t particularly impressive, he had some martial arts foundation to it. In other words, he might well be a kung fu master, and not necessarily just an ordinary one like Sammo Hung.

Ye Tian tilted his head; he had no wish to provoke these people. If it was only himself, it might be okay, but now he was with a bunch of privileged youths. The long-haired man in the previous incident dared to make over twenty people kneel and call him grandpa in a fit of rage—perhaps this time, Fatty Long could make these young men lie down and lick his toes. Getting caught up in troubles not of your own making was not worthwhile.

The sound of high heels tapping closer and closer on the ground, Ye Tian knew that this time, he couldn’t avoid it.

"You’re Ye Tian, right? I’ve seen you before."

Having shed her purple Qipao, Ping Jie now donned a neat set of camouflage. Despite the bulkiness of the clothes, the perfect feminine curves were not hidden.

"What if I said you’ve got the wrong person? What would you do then?"

"In this wild and desolate place, making a body disappear is not really a difficult task."

"Indeed, I am Ye Tian. Nice to meet you."

Looking at the offered hand, Ping Jie shook it with a smile in her eyes that appeared somewhat admiring, "If there were to be another round, I think... Leopard would still lose to you."

"I dare not claim that. Last time, it was only because I saw my nephew nearly beaten to death that I got extremely angry and lashed out viciously. Under normal circumstances, I definitely wouldn’t win," Ye Tian stated with a sycophantic smile, while also savoring the amazing sensation of the delicate palm in his hand.

"Anger can indeed unleash a person’s potential, but it doesn’t always work like that. See you around."

Ping Jie withdrew her hand and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her hand in front of Ye Tian, then threw it on the ground, her high heel pressing it deep into the mud.

Ye Tian curled his lip, thinking to himself that these petty tricks were being put on display for him.

"Fatty Long, when did you get here? Why didn’t you let me know! Open the door, everyone get inside!"

"Why the hell would I say anything? I’m giving you face by coming here, and yet you fucking leave me standing outside, look at the damn quality of your staff. What are you staring at, I’m talking about you!" With a kick, Fatty Long caused the person sitting on the ground to shiver violently.

"Miss Pin is here too!"

Ignoring the foul-tempered wild boar that was Fatty Long, the boss nicknamed Pig went straight for the charming and good-natured Ping Jie, which caused Fatty Long to roll his eyes.

"Attack!"

"Fucking hell!"

Ye Tian was still in the dark about what was going on; behind him, the rich kids had already charged in, knocking down two guards and taking up positions on the roof of the guardhouse, shouting loudly, looking just like aroused gorillas.

"Pig, what is this... what act are you putting on? Some kind of welcome ceremony?" Fatty Long, hands tucked into his red boxer shorts, craning his neck to watch the people on the roof, his face beaming with a grin.

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Pig’s real name was Zhu, he grew up in the same compound as Fatty Long, they were childhood friends. Zhu never bothered to pick up the good habits but was quick to learn the bad ones. Unwilling to join the army as he couldn’t bear the hardships, Zhu drifted around the country aimlessly. With many brothers in the family, they didn’t miss him. As he grew older, he finally got his act together and set up this CS (Counter-Strike) outdoor war game venue in Tianhe City, finding a new place to settle.

The matter that Tan Xin mentioned was simply a misunderstanding, the specifics of which are no longer important to explain. Anyway, after such an incident, the brothers from Beiping City and the descendants from Jinmen came to understand each other. After a brief discussion, there seemed to be a genuine spark of competition between them.

Fatty Long said, "Pig, theoretically speaking, your den’s been raided, and their eye-gouging, Qiao’s disguise efforts were pretty good, especially since all your leaders were there. Saying you were completely annihilated is actually a compliment; you’ve been blindsided and have disgraced us men of the Four-nine City."