The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89

"No problem!" Watching the man take Tang Su and Tan Xiao’s firearms and put them on himself, Ye Tian nodded.

"Okay, hurry, hurry, hurry, let’s start moving!"

Amongst the mountains and forests, several figures quickly dispersed.

Forced marches are the most exhausting, and this kind of forced march in the mountains and forests is even more draining. Tan Xin watched Ye Tian dart through the trees like a monkey, with his camouflage clothing serving as the perfect disguise. Several times, Tan Xin almost lost sight of him, only for Ye Tian to stop and wait for him.

After walking for about ten minutes, Ye Tian crouched down and stretched his palm towards the sky, signaling to stop moving.

Watching Tan Xin observe their surroundings with caution, Ye Tian couldn’t help but nod in approval. Although it was just a game, his actions clearly resembled those learned from professionals, which is usually what you’d expect from someone who has served in the field army for a year or two. It seemed Tan Xin really wasn’t just a decorative pillow.

Tan Xin slowly approached and stopped behind Ye Tian, "What’s the situation?"

"Nothing much, we reached the target earlier than expected, but I’m worried it might be a trap, so I stopped to check."

"We’ve been moving diagonally, naturally we’d be faster, and with your speed, it really is overwhelming," Tan Xin said, still panting heavily.

"Exercise more regularly and you’ll be fine."

Patting Tan Xin’s shoulder, after a brief rest, the two continued moving forward.

"I refuse to believe they could get ahead of us. What, by flying?" Fatty Long ran while gasping for breath, "Fifth and the others have passed, haven’t they? Professional soldiers can’t even beat a bunch of kids."

Fatty Long had assessed Ye Tian’s capabilities; someone who could beat Leopard into looking like a Pig had to be tough. However, even after mentally sizing him up, being tougher than Leopard meant what? Being a tiger or a lion? When up against a person, it still comes down to one shot to take them down. He didn’t believe in martial arts and such; he believed in the gun in his hand. Compared to the other scions of the big courtyard, he was among the first to get acquainted with firearms, from the antique break-action shotguns passed down by his grandfather to the Type 81, Type 93, Type 95, and Type 97. Eventually, he played his way back into archery, slingshots, and the like, as long as it involved shooting.

This was also one of the reasons why he was overweight. Martial arts training was too tiring; just holding a horse stance could take six or seven years. Other than the freak Leopard, who had that patience and perseverance? But what was martial arts good for when you could still get beaten into a Pig?

Having a gun was the real deal. No matter how far the distance, one shot could take down the target.

Playing with the gun in his hand, Fatty Long showed a confident expression on his face.

"Fatty Long, don’t be too careless, that Ye Tian is no pushover."

"Bullshit! A kid who hasn’t even grown all his hair dares to challenge people from Four-nine City."

"Brother Long, kill that man for Leopard’s revenge!" Yin Xue clenched her small fists, her face filled with raging anger. She never hid her affection for Lei Bao, even if it meant facing everyone’s disdain and coldness.

Ping Jie gradually slowed her pace and looked back at the young heiress still trying hard to run. She’s just a sixteen-year-old girl, how could she be here yelling for bloodshed.

"Okay, we’re almost there. You guys go ahead, goddammit, Pig chose such a wild place, it’s killing me!" Fatty Long signaled another person to go ahead and get the equipment, then sat down on a rock to rest.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ping Jie pulled Yin Xue to her side and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her sweat. She’s the youngest hanger-on in the team, so she received the most care and favoritism. But the sentence Yin Xue just said still left Ping Jie somewhat shaken; such words should not come from the mouth of a young girl.

"Xue, are you tired?"

"Not tired. It’s just this crappy gun that’s getting in the way. Leopard is so much more badass, he took people down without needing to hold anything."

Fatty Long was standing to the side with his arms open, flaunting his big belly, "Yeah, yeah, your brother Leopard doesn’t hold anything, just ends up getting beaten onto a bed, and now he can’t even walk."

"Shut up! Pig!"

"Why are you getting mad at me? I’m not the one who hit him. You’re the pig here, looking so clumsy, just like a dumb little piglet."

"You’re the pig, you’re a pig, a big fat pig!"

Fatty Long couldn’t be bothered with him and stood up with his gun, "Miss Pin, should we head out? If we lose again, us Beijing men are really going to lose face to these Tianjin folks."

Ping Jie gave him a cold look and stood up, pulling Yin Xue with her.

As someone who was into guns, Fatty Long’s vigilance far exceeded that of ordinary people. Upon arriving at the supply point, he didn’t rush over immediately, but instead found a spot to hide about fifty meters away, and meticulously scouted for nearly ten minutes before approaching.

"How’s the situation on site?"

"Good." To enhance the realism of the battle, Fatty Long had specifically borrowed a couple of men from the local Armed Police Corps, but instead of encountering Pig’s team, they ran into Ye Tian first.

"Uh huh! Hey, did you get in touch with that comrade of yours, why has the radio suddenly gone silent?" Fatty Long clipped a grenade to his waist while loading his paintball gun.

"I don’t know."

Pig’s base was not too shabby, with most types of guns and equipment available for the game. Soon, Fatty Long was fully armed, but his pistol was aimed at the scout first thing.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Ye Tian, right? You’ve really gotten creative with your impersonation and switching places. Even the top soldiers from the Armed Police Corps I brought in couldn’t stand up to you. You’re quite capable."

Ping Jie was startled, but seeing the barrel of Fatty Long’s gun, and considering what he said, could this man wearing sunglasses and a camo hat be that Ye Tian? How could that be? They hadn’t been gone long, how could he have arrived before their own people?

Truly underestimated this fat guy, capsized in the gutter!

While cursing internally, Ye Tian silently took off his hat and sunglasses, revealing the smirking face that appeared in front of Ping Jie once again.

"Ping Jie, is it him? Isn’t that the guy named Ye Tian? I knew it, this bastard always has some tricks up his sleeve. Kid, you seem rather capable, and it looks like you’re not just some simple bar security manager. Spill it, I’ll spare your life."

Pfft! Those who believe you are already in Hell.

"Young Master Long, is this what we call an encounter battle?"

"Encounter my ass, stop showing off your fancy words!"

"Be careful, Young Master Long, there might be snipers targeting you nearby. Just put the gun down nicely, and we can at least consider it a draw."

Fatty Long was really stubborn, not even letting Ye Tian finish speaking, he raised his hand and fired a shot, but in that instant, a plastic Tiger Tooth combat knife was pressed against his neck. Although made of engineering plastic, the edge was still sharp, and it pains when pressed against the skin.