The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 321

He lives in the south room, Ye Tian remembered him; it was the man he beat up during breakfast, seems his name was Chuanzi.

Chuanzi, wearing a black coarsely woven cotton pants and jacket, donned a dogskin hat, wrapped up like a sticky rice dumpling. This was the standard attire for old Beiping natives in winter, warm, definitely won’t freeze.

Both of Chuanzi’s hands were tucked into his sleeves as he asked, "Do you want to know who did it?"

Ye Tian glared, "You know?"

"Know."

"Speak!"

Chuanzi stopped talking, looking around at the people, so many peering through the windows, all nosy commoners enjoying the chaos. The mess amused them, no way they’d help. Ye Tian grasped his meaning, picked up a lath leaning against the wall, and roared, "All fuck off, what are you looking at! Keep looking and I’ll gouge out your eyeballs!"

"Who are you to tell us, this isn’t your house..."

The lath swished through the air; the man who had just spoken hastily retreated two steps. The lath struck a flowerpot on the windowsill, breaking it immediately, spraying red pottery shards all over, with the frozen clump of earth inside also smashing to bits.

This guy meant real business!

The crowd in the yard dispersed like a tide, still cursing under their breath as if this were their own home.

"Looking for a beating, are you!"

Across, Zhou Aiguo shrank his neck and pulled his head back from the window, which clicked shut immediately, without a peep.

Ye Tian, holding the lath with one hand, stood imposing and furious, making onlookers shiver with fear.

"All right, speak now, who did it."

Chuanzi was still young, used to swaggering around the alleys usually, with a bit of arrogance. But now, clicking his tongue, looking at Ye Tian, now that’s truly badass!

"What are you looking at! Gone dumb?"

Chuanzi snapped out of it, tilting his head, "You need to take me with you."

"Quit the bullshit, your legs are on your body, I can’t control them!"

"It was Zheng Sanpao from Erwanzi Street."

Fuck, should’ve known it was them!

Without another word, Ye Tian strode towards Erwanzi Street. He Biandan didn’t know what he was up to. When he stepped out of the house, Ye Tian was already out of sight. At this point, He didn’t care about Ye Tian anymore; he still hadn’t figured out where to sleep tonight.

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It was completely dark now, even darker in the alleyways. This darkness was unlike ordinary nights; anyone who has lived in alleyways knows, especially in winter, it’s truly unnerving for the faint-hearted.

This winter was reportedly one of the rare harsh ones, with temperatures down to minus ten degrees Celsius, indeed cold enough.

Ye Tian, holding a lath in his hand, stepped on the thick snow in the alley, unlike the main roads which had dedicated snowplows, alleys had none. Every household was too stingy, only dumping their snow onto the main streets which was the right strategy, the rest was left to be compacted by people’s feet.

The creaking sound of footsteps didn’t stop, with one person leading, Ye Tian, and the other, Chuanzi, following behind.

Ye Tian walked briskly, trailing a wooden beam behind him. Although this beam didn’t spark against the ground, the sparks in Ye Tian’s heart flared intensely, fueled by rage accumulated these past days—all of which he intended to unleash tonight, all of it!

Even though he had visited during the day, Ye Tian was still unsure whether this was Zheng Sanpao’s home. He turned and asked, "Is this the place?"

"Yes."

Hearing the confirmation, Ye Tian began to survey the courtyard. It was a medium-sized, enclosed quadrangular residence, smaller than Mo Yan’s grandfather’s, but larger than his own dwelling. This was significant—the government’s restrictions on Beiping’s courtyard houses were getting stricter, and owning such a property was far more substantial than buying a place outside of the second ring road.

The main gate was in front, with walls on both sides—a typical architectural style. On either side of the gate were red imprints, remnants of past Spring Festival couplets.

Clenching the wooden beam in his hand, Ye Tian knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Me."

"Who are you?" The door opened halfway, and a square-faced man appeared, his hair neatly parted, exuding a strong, hostile aura.

Ye Tian hadn’t seen him during the day; he must be Zheng Sanpao’s eldest son, Dazhi.

"Who is it?" Another voice came from inside, familiar to Ye Tian but unidentifiable.

Zheng Sanpao turned back and said, "Don’t know him." Then facing forward again, "Well, aren’t you going to talk?"

Ye Tian ignored him, turning to Chuan instead, "Is it him?"

Chuan shook his head.

Oh, understood. "Where’s Zheng Sanpao then?"

"You call him Zheng Sanpao, fuck!" The tone grew hostile, and flecks of spit landed on Ye Tian’s face, "Bloody hell, if it’s something, say it tomorrow, get lost!"

"Watch your language. Zheng Sanpao hit my brother; tell him to come out and apologize to my brother."

Dazhi glared fiercely, cursing with a "Fuck," a word loaded with deep contempt and defiance.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from inside the courtyard—it was Ergou, whom Ye Tian had encountered before, the one defeated by three slaps.

Ye Tian grasped the wooden beam tighter. Honestly, it wasn’t the best weapon for fighting, especially not in a brawl. It was brittle, suitable maybe for soaking but definitely not for a fight. He had thought of switching it out before he left but forgot. This was now his only weapon.

"Motherfucker, it was him, the stabber today!" Ergou shouted. Dazhi’s gaze turned sinister.

Ye Tian turned back, "Was it him?"

Chuan nodded. In fact, Chuan only half-nodded—not even completing the gesture—when Ye Tian already spun around and kicked the other door open. The door slammed into Ergou, who was sent flying back two meters, landing with a bloody face and three teeth missing. Tough as nails, Ergou swallowed his teeth, got up, and charged forward.

At this point, the fight was inevitable, right at the doorstep.

Dazhi, said to be the backbone of the local police station purchased through bribes, was also referred to as Butcher Zheng, a name shared with someone Inspector Lu had killed in a deadly conflict.

Seeing Ye Tian’s beam swing towards him, Dazhi reacted swiftly, snatching an iron crowbar behind the door and swinging it fiercely. A real iron crowbar, lethal if it struck the head.