The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 327

Zhang Dazhi was neither rushed nor annoyed, sitting on the chair and smoking a cigarette. He squinted at Ye Tian across from him until Ye Tian finished cursing before he spoke, "Go on, I’m telling you to talk. Keep going until you feel good about it. I don’t have many strengths, but I do have one big weakness, and that’s caring too much about face, and I’m protective of my own too. There’s no way I’d let someone hit me and still talk with them with a smile on my face. You say your piece, and once you’re done, then it’s my turn. I’m not in a hurry."

Looking at Zheng Dazhi with a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Tian was somewhat surprised. He still hadn’t seen through this man. Could it be that what Chuanzi said about the Zheng family having killed people was true?

"Not talking anymore? Now it’s my turn." Zheng Dazhi extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray, which was already filled with a pile of stubs.

Out of nowhere, an electric baton appeared in Zheng Dazhi’s hand. With a press of a button, it crackled with sparks, making an intimidating sound.

"You dare to use extrajudicial punishment!" A chill flashed in Ye Tian’s eyes.

Zheng Dazhi’s mouth curled up in a cold laugh, "Who would know?" He had already made up his mind that as soon as Ye Tian fought back, he would immediately call for backup. Once charged with assaulting a police officer, Ye Tian wouldn’t be able to escape. Even if thrown into detention, Zheng Dazhi had ways to make him regret it. The priority now was to confirm the charge of assaulting an officer. Without that, nothing else would work.

Ye Tian narrowed his eyes. You don’t die unless you seek death. You came looking for this on your own, so you can’t blame anyone else.

Though handcuffed, such a trifle couldn’t stump Ye Tian. Even though he didn’t know any secret method of unlocking handcuffs with a wire, handling a dumb pig was more than easy for him.

Watching Ye Tian step back involuntarily, Zheng Dazhi said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, you can only blame yourself. Don’t be so full of yourself that you stand up for others. Better to mind your own business, it’s stronger than anything else."

The electric baton crackled with sparks, aiming for Ye Tian’s waist.

...

Chuanzi was an orphan with a grandfather who was a soldier, later dying of illness. He wasn’t a Beiping resident, so he couldn’t get medical insurance. A bottle of glucose costing damn 80 RMB each, he couldn’t afford the treatment, enduring until he died on the kang.

With no more family, Chuanzi started to roam the streets. Relying on the military boxing his grandfather taught him, he couldn’t say he beat everyone in the world, but at least he wasn’t bullied by others. But even though he could fight, he didn’t want to live a life of outward compliance yet being reviled behind his back. The adults in the alley would discipline their children by saying, "If you don’t behave, I’ll throw you into the alley, let Stupid Chuan sell you off!"

Stupid Chuan, that was the nickname the people of the alley gave him behind his back, because he fought recklessly, and he was stubborn, not listening to anyone until he felt he had vented his anger or lost interest. He always thought he was strong in a fight, but it was only after seeing Ye Tian fight that he realized he was just a small shrimp. The great disparity led to frustration, but after knowing that Ye Tian had stood up for the He Biandan family, for the first time, he felt his actions were like those of an ignorant child.

Ye Tian could do these things, voluntarily aligning himself against the Zheng family. As such, Chuanzi naturally wanted to carry out the task Ye Tian entrusted to him.

Thinking it over, relying on He Biandan was no use, as he could hardly protect himself. Besides, upon returning, he might get robbed by Zheng Ergou. He needed to take He Ku to someone who could truly help. After much thought, he decided to take He Ku to his own master.

Chuanzi had no friends, and Duan Liu was the master he had followed since he was six, only because of his grandfather’s face. Duan Liu didn’t take disciples, and the reason was laughable because he looked down on the profession of thieves, even though he himself was a thief, and an outstanding one at that.

Chuanzi took ten-year-old He Ku to visit his master.

Passing through Wangfujing, around Panjiayuan, taking two subway stops, squeezing onto the number two bus, after a grueling half-hour journey, they finally found the legendary Beijing Thief King in a basement rental room within the fifth ring.

"Who’s there?"

Hearing the voice inside the room, Chuan retorted, "Master, it’s me."

"Oh, come in."

Without his master’s permission, Chuanzi dared not touch anything here, not even the door. At the age of ten, he had nearly lost a hand to the door, which almost got snapped off, still not knowing why.

Duan Liu lay on the bed in the dim, damp basement room where occasionally rats scurried by. Apart from being slightly larger, it was hard to see any other advantages of the place. But Duan Liu had lived here for ten years without changing locations.

"Got something? Whose kid’s this?"

Duan Liu fiddled with the bedside electric heater, turning up the temperature a bit as he saw He Ku’s swollen finger looking like little carrots.

Chuanzi briefly explained what happened to He Ku, focusing on how Ye Tian stood up for He family’s father and son, and also mentioned how he had helped Ye Tian. Chuanzi understood his master. Despite his extraordinary memory, Duan Liu rarely took action and ignored ordinary people completely, even stopping fellow practitioners from taking action. He was not exactly vigorous in righteousness, but he spoke and acted with justice.

Duan Liu lay leisurely on the bed, eyes closed, not moving an eyelid. Chuanzi waited, only to realize that Duan Liu had no intention of intervening.

"The trouble is his own doing. He expects others to wipe his ass for him, huh!"

This entirely disappointed Chuanzi.

"Weren’t you trying to trouble him just a few days ago? How come you’re speaking up for him now?"

"Master, so you won’t interfere. The Zheng family people..."

"I’m just a petty thief. People have always avoided fighting with officials. Don’t seek death. Better save it."

Duan Liu turned over, flipping the blanket, and stayed motionless. Chuan understood Duan Liu; he was a man of his word, never haggling with anyone. His words and actions were as crisp and cold as winter’s ice stalks, cold to the core, chilling to the bone.

Leading He Ku out of the basement, Chuanzi didn’t know where to go next. Who else could they turn to if even their own master wouldn’t help?

He Ku tugged at Chuanzi’s sleeve, wanting to go home. Chuanzi nodded, boarded the number two bus, and began the journey back. There was no other option but to head home. Without going back, they didn’t stand a chance against Zheng Dazhi. Not to mention Zheng Dazhi himself, just Zheng Ergou alone was enough trouble for them.