The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 42 - Can I Beat Him Up First
42: Chapter 42: Can I Beat Him Up First?
42 -42: Can I Beat Him Up First?
Hunched over with a forced smile, Zhu Youzhi approached Liu Zheng like an old madam of the Eight Great Alleys.
Ye Tian clearly saw a bulging envelope subtly slipped into Liu Zheng’s jacket, inside that suit symbolizing justice.
“Boss Zhu, please don’t make this difficult for me, for the safety of the public, this is…
tough to handle.” Liu Zheng showed a troubled expression, but the envelope quietly remained in his pocket.
“Heh heh, I understand, I understand.
How could I make things difficult for Chief Liu?” As he licked his smiling face, he turned to his security guards, “You, you, you, and you, come with Chief Liu.”
Those pointed at acted as if nothing was unusual as going to the police station for a cup of tea was the norm for them, not their first visit—just needed to pay some money and bail themselves out.
“Chief Liu, you see…”
Liu Zheng smiled and shook his head, pointing at Ye Tian, “I want him.”
Everyone was stunned; this was provoking trouble.
“Hey!
Wild boar, watch out!”
People couldn’t see his face clearly, but they could see the figure cutting through the air.
That side kick, the kind only seen in Jackie Chan or Jet Li movies, he flew so high, passing over everyone’s heads, and landed right on Liu Zheng’s chest.
“Crash!” Liu Zheng was directly kicked to the ground, sliding across and knocking over many tables and chairs, the sound of shattering glass was incessant.
When Liu Zheng’s body finally stilled, there was no more movement from him other than the alcohol and glass shards all over him, and a pair of shiny handcuffs just fell from the air landing on his head.
Ye Tian covered his eyes, looking like he wanted to cry.
“Uncle, uncle?
What’s wrong?”
“Kid, you…
you’ve caused a big disaster now!
This is a policeman!”
“A policeman?
What is a policeman?”
Hearing this, Ye Tian started crying miserably, sobbing as he explained to Shen Jingwei, “A policeman…
he…
he’s no good.”
No matter how tough Ye Tian was, he wasn’t tough enough to beat up a policeman and get away with it;
No matter how foolish Shen Jingwei was, seeing the color of Ye Tian’s face, he knew he had messed up.
Ye Tian and Shen Jingwei, one big one small, walked grandly into the police car, nobody daring to handcuff them.
They weren’t as bold as Liu Zheng, so, the two were taken into the police station, while Liu Zheng was rushed to the hospital by an ambulance; diagnosed with a slight concussion and…
three broken ribs along with a dislocated neck.
The injured party was Liu Zheng, Director Liu’s son, so almost without interrogation, the two were thrown directly into detention, waiting for trial.
The written statement was also very straightforward to understand, only names and gender were listed, the rest was filled out by the policemen— who knows what they wrote.
“Uncle, what is this place?”
Ye Tian looked around, each no sequentially numbered, “Zoo.”
“Really?
Are there any monkeys?
I miss White Ape.” Hearing it was a zoo, Shen Jingwei perked up, indeed he seemed like a kid from the deep mountains.
“Stop talking nonsense!
Move!” Two detention center guards, one in front, one behind; the one in front took out the keys, likely almost there, while the one behind had a face full of stern muscles, seemingly specialized in scolding suspects.
Hearing this, he pursed his lips, no longer speaking, and patted Shen Jingwei on the head to signal him not to be scared.
Indeed, as the keys clanked, Ye Tian’s “zoo” had arrived.
“Here, you stick to the rules, don’t fuck around starting shit, bear with it.
In this place, hooligans come out appreciating freedom.
Get in!” When Ye Tian went in, he also received a kick to the butt, which he wasn’t pleased about.
Ye Tian was displeased, and there were others even more displeased than him.
It was bad enough being woken up in the middle of the night; not cursing was already very decent, hey, it’s not only that Ye Tian was lucky or Shen Jingwei was a lucky charm, everyone in the room was still awake.
Looking around, sitting right in the middle on the kang was a person with a large build, resembling a Mao Niu.
“Arrived?” said the Mao Niu as his first words.
“Arrived.” That was Ye Tian speaking.
By now, everything was clear, Liu Zheng’s move was ruthless, first having someone cause trouble, then descending like a divine soldier to uphold justice, then incarcerating the troublemakers, and eventually, in detention due to a group fight, a severe beating might almost deliver them to death, but a beating was inevitable.
Sorting his thoughts, Ye Tian cursed inwardly, such a waste of talent not being a hooligan but a policeman.
“Let me make this clear, someone paid me to take care of you.
You understand?”
“I understand.”
“Hmm.
Good, you understand.
So, what will it be?
Do you want a sack over your head, or shall we just start?”
“I have一个请求,不知道可不可以?”
That Mao Niu paused, then his shoulders began to shake, he was laughing, “Haha, making a request?
Let’s hear it.”
Ye Tian pointed to the side, “Can you beat him up first?”
Not just the Mao Niu, but even the shadows sitting on either side began to shake their shoulders, all laughing, “This kid’s mother…
haha…
he’s damn chivalrous!”
“Exactly this fucking temperament, he deserves a beating!”
After a while, the laughter subsided, and the beating began.
Seeing the situation was right, Ye Tian patted Shen Jingwei on the shoulder, encouraging him with his words and eyes, “Kid, when dealing with beasts, you’re more skilled than I am.”
“Don’t worry, uncle, I’m best at beating up dogs!”
The two exchanged looks and words, quite stirring.
“Fuck your mother!
Calling us dogs!
Beat them up!”
“Shh, keep it down, don’t let the guards hear.”
“Fear nothing!
Just greet them well, just don’t kill anyone.”
…
The talk ended, and it was time to communicate with fists.
The situation was almost one-sided, Shen Jingwei’s Fist was refined and determined, utterly ruthless without dragging it out.
Watching, Ye Tian saw a bit of Wing Chun style, but the footwork was entirely different; Ye Tian had practiced Wing Chun, and he knew its steps were very small, hence why northerners jokingly call it a woman’s Fist.
Looking at Shen Jingwei’s footwork, wide and aggressive, like a tiger dominating his dominion matched with precise and fierce Fist, truly unstoppable.
A round of Fist finished in just three minutes, except for the central Mao Niu, everyone else was lying on the ground, likely with their jawbones dislocated by Shen Jingwei, all of them merely humming softly, none talking or cursing.
It was unexpectedly harmonious.
