The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 21 - They Came to Us
21: Chapter 21 They Came to Us
21 -21 They Came to Us
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In the spacious office, two stunning women began laughing and playfully fighting.
The bar, like a nightclub, also does business at night, and it wasn’t until six in the evening that Ye Tian finally hailed a taxi.
Nightlife Bar, located at the junction of the new and old districts in City East District, can be seen everywhere.
Riding in the taxi, Ye Tian noticed that the chaos here far exceeded his imagination: groups of thugs, homeless people passed out on the streets, hair salon girls standing in front of salons, and figures meeting in dim corners, probably dealing drugs.
The scene made Ye Tian rub his forehead in frustration; he never imagined he would come to such a place.
Huaizhou City is divided into four districts: City East, City West, South Gate, and the northern Train Station.
City West, the district Ye Tian just left, is the most prosperous part of Huaizhou City.
In contrast, City East District has become a mess due to the old town renovation, which is not the most troublesome part.
The complication lies in the complex territorial divisions here.
From what Ye Tian learned from the taxi driver, there are five visible gangs, and if the bar Ye Tian is visiting belongs to one of the stronger ones, then things might be manageable.
However, if it is under protection, it means he has to deal at least with five groups coming to collect protection money every month.
But that isn’t what Ye Tian is most worried about; only he knows what his real concerns are.
“Young man, here we are.” The driver stopped the car at the bar entrance.
The huge neon lights spelling “Nightlife” shone brightly inside the taxi.
Ye Tian paid the fare, thanked the driver, and stepped out of the car.
Looking at the not-so-small bar, Ye Tian suddenly thought of a line of poetry – Let the storm be more violent!
Beiping City, a place that has buried and also bred many heroes.
Emperors conquer the world, Beiping conquers emperors.
At the foot of Badaling on the Great Wall, in a dilapidated village, solitary households, small fenced courtyards, chicken and ducks abound.
In the fenced yard, a man dressed in a black suit stood like a javelin.
Before him was a typical northern farmhouse courtyard with green bricks and red tiles, and beneath his feet solid loess.
In the yard, bright red cockscombs bloomed, and a thick green pomegranate tree stood, with a cricket cage woven from wheat straw hanging.
Under the midday sun, the cicadas were too lazy to call, but the man stood like a spear continuously.
Outside the fenced yard laid an unlicensed sedan, six meters long with large and thick tires.
Any car enthusiast passing by would recognize this as a Huaxia brand national car in red paint.
The car windows were tightly closed, concealing whoever was sitting inside.
In such a desolate place resembling a Gobi, the appearance of the car seemed eerie and abrupt.
“Screech,” a wooden door opened.
An old smoker with a shaky black smoking pipe and a gaunt elderly man with silver-white hair braided into a ponytail at the back of his head, sporting a Tuoba hairstyle, appeared.
“Tell him, you reap what you sow.
I can’t help you.” His voice was hoarse and deep, life had polished it to be full of magnetism.
“Bai Hu wants to meet you.”
The old man glanced at the man in the black suit and then at the black sedan parked at the door, snorted coldly, “The man isn’t much, but quite the show!”
Talk as he might, the old man still walked out the door, crossed the threshold with a large smoking pipe in his mouth, and slowly approached the man in the black suit.
“Aren’t you convinced?” the old man asked the young man, his face very close to that of the man in the black suit, “I saw your eyes twitch just now.”
The man in the black suit remained silent.
But the old man was relentless.
He stood up straight without getting any closer.
“Dressed as a servant and still acting so high and mighty, nothing but a despicable dog.”
His tone was calm, as plain as water hung out to dry, crystal clear with not a single impurity.
Then he struck!
The young man in the black suit threw a punch without moving his body, just throwing his fist.
The fist hadn’t reached yet, but the force was already felt.
It was the Cannon Punch from Shanxi Xingyi Fist!
The old man smirked, “Overestimating yourself.”
In a bluish long robe, lightly gracing the top of his shoes, an old hand hidden inside the sleeve swiftly moved like a striking snake towards the fist.
An old, calloused fist met with the thin, dry palm of the old man, lightly colliding and just as quickly withdrawing upon contact.
“Stop!” From beyond the fence, a loud shout roared, and a square-faced man hurried over.
Hearing this, the young man in the black suit withdrew his punch, stood up straight again resuming his earlier statuesque posture, but this time, his face had a troubled expression, as if he was struggling to hold himself up.
The square-faced man looked at him, sighed, but did not speak.
“Let’s talk inside.” The old man in the bluish shirt glanced at him, then turned and walked into the house.
The square-faced man looked bewildered, apparently not expecting this, but he followed soon after.
A horn pipe with a jade head, the old man tapped his smoking pipe, unlocking the tobacco pouch.
He meant to grab some tobacco to fill it but upon opening found it empty, so he had to settle for dumping the remaining bits into the pipe.
Sitting on the clay bed of the north, the square-faced man looked earnest.
“I’m not dead yet.
It’s not time for mourning,” striking a match, he lit the tobacco remnants in the pipe, taking a deep drag until the tobacco was fully lit before tossing the burnt-out matchstick.
“Who told you I was here?”
“The organization won’t let anyone lose contact.”
“Heh, thank your organization for me,” a trace of disdain crossed the old man’s face, then as if remembering something, he probed, “Is there a problem?”
The square-faced man shook his head, “It’s troublesome, but in Huaxia, we can’t be too overt, so we can’t rely on those people…”
“Since you’ve come knocking, why not just tell the truth?
With all the time spent on lies, your problems could’ve been solved already,” the old man smoked, squinting his eyes, piercing through the smoke straight to the heart.
The square-faced man fell silent, and at that moment, a muffled thud came from the yard, like something had fallen.
From the window above the kang, the square-faced man could see the young man in the black suit lying on the ground, his face showing shock, then he looked towards the old man in the bluish shirt.
“It’s fine, Xingyi Fist is fierce, not everyone can handle it.
Damaging the lungs and meridians, isn’t that just ruining oneself?
The soil in my yard is Five-colored Soil dug from beneath the Great Wall, it stores essence.
Let him lie down for a while, he’ll be alright.” He spoke lightly, as if he’d seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
