The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 33 - What Is Demanded Is Life
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“What’s different this time, aren’t the criminals also taking hostages?”
“It’s not about the hostages, but their intentions.
After taking hostages, the criminals neither tried to escape nor demanded anything, which is very unusual.
And most importantly, the criminals didn’t take a single cent when they escaped.
That’s the money that cost the lives of two accomplices; how could they just leave it behind?
And the most important thing is that Ye Tian…”
“Captain Song, I hope you watch your words.
What Ye Tian?
Which Ye Tian?
The higher-ups have already…
Alright, enough.
You can leave now, I have a meeting to attend soon.” Leaning back on the sofa, picking up a cup of tea, a standard gesture to send a guest off.
Although Song Qian was stubborn, she wasn’t foolish.
“I’ll leave first, Director Song.”
After leaving the director’s office, turning a corner, at the end of the corridor hung a solemn police badge on the wall.
The badge shimmered, yet Song Qian felt it was so glaring.
It’s always this attitude whenever that Ye Tian is brought up; what exactly is his background, to have even alerted the provincial Public Security Department?
If she had never met Ye Tian in person, Song Qian would really think he was some important figure.
However, after seeing him, especially after hearing his self-centered, overacted words at Shuanghong Bridge, Song Qian realized that he was nothing but a shameless scoundrel.
When she turned away after slapping him, she caught him in the corner of her eye staring at her behind, his drool nearly falling.
She just couldn’t understand what background such a person could have.
Even if the sky fell, he was just a slightly more daring simpleton.
Speaking of simpletons, Song Qian was reminded of that scene in the bank.
Rashly taking action under uncertain circumstances would only enrage the criminal, that was gambling with the lives of more than twenty people in the bank.
Such a person, if not a simpleton, then what?
Feeling frustrated, she unwittingly walked out of the Police Building.
Looking down from the top of the many stairs, she felt a bit dizzy.
“Xiaoqian!”
The voice came from behind.
Song Qian turned around.
Liu Zheng?
Along with a few colleagues from the department, both men and women.
“What a coincidence?
Let me walk you out.” A handsome and strong-looking young man, Director Liu’s son, a researcher at the communications office, with a bright future ahead.
Even a fool could see that Liu Zheng had feelings for Song Qian.
She was not a fool, and she noticed it too, but she was just not interested in romantic affairs, at least not for the time being.
“Uh…
never mind,” Song Qian looked down at her watch, an old wind-up watch that had dulled with time, “it’s already six o’clock, you’d better go, or you’ll be caught in traffic soon.”
“Hey, it’s the weekend tomorrow, who’s going home?
Let’s go out and have some fun?” another young man said, Zhang Zhiqiang, colloquially known as friends who are birds of a feather. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
“Captain Song, so many people are waiting for you.
Let’s go.”
“Yeah, Qianqian, don’t always be so harsh on yourself.
Look at you, when you first arrived, such a spirited girl, and now you look so haggard.” A woman’s voice.
When Song Qian first arrived, a senior police officer in the province told her that no matter where you go, as long as you’re part of the system, you will live within it, also known as bureaucracy.
In there, skill is not the most important; connections are.
Thinking about this, she gave a wry smile, “Then let’s go.”
Instantly, the scene became bustling and lively.
She came out in a hurry and hadn’t changed clothes; she was still wearing her police uniform.
Someone joked that going to a bar in uniform meant you wouldn’t have to pay.
Only then did Song Qian realize that they were heading to a bar.
A place she often raided was now a place for enjoyment.
It was the first time Song Qian started to doubt whether she was suited to wear this uniform because she was finding it increasingly difficult to see through the people and things around her.
It was intentional.
When the car stopped, Song Qian’s first thought was these three words.
As her gaze swept over Liu Zheng’s face, which still bore that charming smile that drove girls wild, she believed in her intuition—at the busiest time of traffic, driving for two hours to ache your backside, driving from the west of the city to the east.
What for?
A simple issue of reasoning.
Loud music, flashing lights, cramped crowd, and bodies twisting wildly on the dance floor; the joy of Friday always comes earlier than other times.
As expected, Song Qian’s police uniform caused quite a stir, drawing many gazes.
Zhu Youzhi, who had been working on a woman’s belly in the office, also rushed down, pulling up his pants, not having time to wipe the sweat off his face.
Licking his face, Zhu Youzhi was obsequiously serving, “Quick, quick, quick, bring some drinks for the officers, bring the good stuff!”
Liu Zheng, the Young Master Liu, who doesn’t know him, Zhu Youzhi might be a Zhu by name but was certainly not dim-witted.
Photos of heads of every department in the Public Security Bureau were in his drawer; as long as their faces were not surgically altered, he could recognize them.
Did you think becoming a bar manager for ten years was just for nothing?
Song Qian sat in the furthest corner; she didn’t want people to see her.
In such a place, she felt…
embarrassed.
“Manager Zhu, I heard it’s been a bit unsettled here recently.
Any troublemakers?”
“No, no, with Chief Liu here, which dog with no eyes would dare make a fuss?”
“Heh, your mouth…
However, security measures still need to be strengthened.
Call your security manager over, I wish to ask him some questions regarding bar security,” Liu Zheng said, tilting his leg and sipping beer.
Zhu Youzhi was taken aback, then nodded and bowed, “Yes, yes, that’s right, I’ll call him over now.
You all drink first.” Bending over, he walked ten meters out before Zhu Youzhi straightened his back, like…
a eunuch.
Liu Zheng’s buddies kept to themselves smirking.
Of course, they knew the thoughts of this police chief’s son; it was just about venting for his beloved.
What?
The provincial office issued a notice to restrict any contact with Ye Tian?
Ridiculous!
The matters of Huaizhou City are decided by the people of Huaizhou.
Ye Tian came over, Zhu Youzhi also left, bending at the waist till he was ten meters away before straightening up; his presence was no longer needed here.
But he was equally puzzled, wondering when this kid Ye Tian had offended the young master of the Public Security Bureau.
When Liu Zheng and his party came in, Ye Tian had no idea, as he was in his usual spot on the second floor, resting his eyes.
With a big fight looming, he needed to conserve his energy.
The small advantage he gained yesterday on that glass of plain water would not make the Northern First Blade Man show any mercy today; this duel was not about injury, it was about life and death.
He did not want to die.
