The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 323

Zheng Sanpao was a ruthless character who had become a notorious ruffian early on, fighting was just a regular part of his day. He firmly believed that striking first was the best strategy, and to him, Ye Tian was just someone who relied on his bravado. But at a critical moment, he thought Ye Tian would be the type to shrink back. Unfortunately, he was up against an even tougher Ye Tian.

At this point, getting close for a fight would be downright stupid. Ye Tian didn’t even blink as he mustered all his strength to lift a pickaxe over his head and bring it down crisply, like swatting a fly. All that could be seen was Zheng Sanpao, who had been wielding a knife, falling to the ground with a thud, face down, blood streaming from his head. Ye Tian stepped forward, placing one foot on his shoulder and the pickaxe against his neck in a beheading posture. He didn’t forget to pick up and kick the sharp knife from the ground onto his lower back, useful for cutting vegetables when taken home. Zheng Dazhi and Zheng Xiaomao, coming up from behind and seeing this, indeed hesitated; the head under the pickaxe was their own father, they couldn’t just watch him being decapitated like a winter melon.

"Get out!" Ye Tian shouted.

Zheng Ergou stopped Xiaomao who wanted to rush forward, "You go, I won’t stop you."

"Quit your fucking nonsense! All of you, get out!"

While Ye Tian was talking, he forgot someone had sneaked up behind him and by the time he realized, the pickaxe had already flown out of his hand.

It was Zheng Sanpao’s wife who had hit him from behind with a stool.

Fuck! Capsized in the gutter!

"His dad!"

The wife, who wore a small flower and had a layer of white powder on her face, gave Zheng Sanpao on the ground a shove. Zheng Sanpao actually got up, shaking his head, "I’m fine! You motherfucker, I’m gonna keep you here today!"

"Keep me here?! Fuck!!!"

He scrambled up from the ground and the deboning knife he had just snatched came in handy. With a flick of the knife, Ye Tian charged forward, and the other three, no, four including the wife, all took up their weapons and charged at him. Rebar, pickaxe, bricks all hurled at Ye Tian’s head, he roared and met them head-on with the only sharp knife in his hand.

At this point, the three opponents did not expect Ye Tian to actually roll on the ground, a dirty and shameless tactic usually reserved for young hooligans. It totally caught everyone off guard.

To capture the bandit, capture the king first, Ye Tian dodged the attack and without a single breath, drove the knife directly into Zheng Sanpao’s wrist, piercing straight through, making two holes with one stab!

"His dad!"

"Run!" Zheng Sanpao roared angrily.

"Nobody’s getting away!" Ye Tian’s voice was louder, scaring Zheng Ergou who was closest to him, his ears buzzing.

At the old man’s shout, the rest became chaotic, and looking at Ye Tian again, with the knife in hand and eyes bloodshot, everyone was afraid, especially as he stood over a large pool of blood.

Fucking run!

Three lads of different ages swarmed out from the main hall, followed by a frenzied man who didn’t care for his life, wielding a knife and furiously chasing after them around the courtyard.

There were folks from the Zheng Family around the street, too. Hearing the commotion, they all rushed over—each and every one a young guy, all sporting shaved heads. Reaching the courtyard, they saw the three Zheng brothers being chased around like dogs, then the old Zheng matriarch slapped her thighs, wailing, "I can’t live like this anymore!" She even shouted, "Go on, fight!"

The new arrivals hadn’t witnessed Ye Tian’s desperate state just moments ago, and didn’t think much of it. They charged in, armed with whatever tools they could find—iron hooks, sticks, batons, axes, even radiator pipes—and all started attacking Ye Tian. But Ye Tian was unfazed, darting through the crowd, delivering punches and kicks. He didn’t use the knife; stabbing someone to death would complicate things beyond control. Despite being battered and thrown into disarray, the crowd failed to stop him. They watched helplessly as he reached the gate, but this fellow... No, it’s an axe! This guy had somehow snatched an axe from someone.

He’s coming back for more!

Everyone no longer cared about neighborly relations, they scattered and ran. Wielding an axe surely carried more menace than a knife. Add Ye Tian’s primal roar to the mix, no one dared to cross blades with him. The courtyard was bustling with people, a chaotic scene, yet bizarrely, there was only one person being chased. Just like that, the rest clutched their heads and fled. Those who couldn’t squeeze through simply leapt over the walls, abandoning everything, "You just keep making trouble!"

When Chuanzi returned, he was stupefied. He hadn’t witnessed what had transpired but only saw Ye Tian alone with an axe amid the mess in the courtyard—iron picks, roof tiles, galvanized radiator pipes, and a few sticks. The tidy courtyard was now covered with a layer of snow brought in by the chaos, marked with disordered footprints, belonging to people who were now gone, leaving Ye Tian behind.

The matriarch of Zheng Family sat dumbfounded at the entrance of the main hall, coldly observing everything in the yard— gone, all gone.

Ye Tian, an axe, footprints, and a bare date tree made a bizarre and incongruously fitting tableau.

Standing at the entrance, Chuanzi gazed at everything; in that moment, he truly felt Ye Tian was like an ancient general who charged through thousands of soldiers to behead an admiral.

Ye Tian’s cotton-padded jacket was torn in several places, stuffed with cotton and blood—others’ as well as his own. After all, with so many people, one is bound to take a hit or two. Fortunately, none of the wounds on his hands were fatal—mere flesh wounds, not worth mentioning.

Looking around, Ye Tian carried the axe and headed to the back yard. Once there, he laughed; hiding in the back was a dog, a large one with yellow fur, lying with its tongue out, too afraid to move. Ye Tian thought, this family is really foolish, keeping the guard dog in the back yard instead of the front. Then he looked up and understood. The back yard had a house, too, but with an iron door, not a wooden one.

There must be valuables inside.

Ye Tian tried the iron door, but it wouldn’t budge. He didn’t move it further; he wasn’t there to rob the place.

Taking the dog with him, he went to the front yard. The old lady was still slumped by the entrance, looking utterly stupefied. Ye Tian didn’t buy it. Pointing at her, he said, "If I ever believe you again, then I’m the fucking idiot."

The old lady didn’t budge.

Ye Tian shook the axe, "If you don’t start talking, I’m going to torch your house—believe it or not?"

"What do you want?"

Pretending to be dumb, huh? The saying ’birds of a feather flock together’ is damn right.