The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 328

He’s also a scoundrel and naturally knows Zheng Ergou’s clout – the guy’s a bouncer at bars, watches over construction sites, does dirty work, and is even involved in human trafficking. Rumor has it he’s a killer too; that bloated corpse from the river a few years back was his handiwork. You die of jealousy comparing thugs – even though we’re all scoundrels, Zheng Ergou’s just on another level. Chuanzi silently spat in his heart, seething with both hatred and envy.

Today’s a clear day; last night’s snow melted so fast that the alley’s nothing but mud now. Chuanzi hoisted He Ku onto his back, who protested against it.

"Cut it out, I’m wearing leather boots that are waterproof, yours are cloth and will soak through and freeze you. I’m not doing this for you, but for my brother’s sake, to take care of you."

With He Ku on his back, Chuanzi trudged into the alley, each step sinking into the mud.

At the door, Chuanzi saw the cesspool where people dumped their waste and cursed, "Widow Bai, can’t you fucking stop dumping your shit right at the doorway!"

"Fuck you, who are you cursing at!"

"Whomever I’m talking about, I’m cursing at!"

"I’m so gonna fight you!"

Another round of chaos erupted in the yard.

He Ku, with sharp eyes, ran up to the bicycle, where the big red rooster that used to be in the basket was now gone, obviously stolen. And right in front of White Hair Girl’s door lay a scattering of red feathers.

"What’s this?" He Ku pointed at the red chicken feathers by the door.

White Hair Girl was standing by with her arms akimbo, engaging in a fierce tirade with Chuanzi. She littered her curses with everything from Qin Shi Huang to Yuan Shikai, jumping from Yuan Shikai to thunderstorms, covering everything from astronomy to geography. The bald-headed Zhou Aiguo had just raised his voice at the door.

"What you looking at, piss off!" His two big front teeth were covered in yellow stains, and that glare in his eyes was nothing short of vicious.

He Ku didn’t back down, craned his neck and pointed to the feathers on the ground, asking, "Where did these come from?"

"Hey, you little brat, buzz off!" Zhou Aiguo moved to hit him but pulled back as he saw the kid suddenly lifted and pulled away. Looking up, he realized someone had taken him.

Where did this little brat come from? Why does he look so familiar?

Mo Yan was holding He Ku, stepping back, glaring at Zhou Aiguo with fury.

She’d just arrived in the yard, first witnessing a man and a woman cursing profusely at the door, then a grown man about to hit a little boy. Without a second thought, Mo Yan stepped forward and carried the child away to safety.

"Hmph, try me again, and you’re dead!"

Zhou Aiguo threatened He Ku and, with a twist, returned to his house. White Hair Girl, seeing her man retreat to the house, hurled one last insult at Chuanzi – "Son of a bitch" – before she too went back inside. This battle ended in a temporary draw.

"Do you know him?" Chuanzi asked, pointing at He Ku.

Mo Yan shook her head, "I’m here for Ye Tian. Is he around?"

Chuanzi blinked, "You’re looking for who?"

"Ye Tian. The guy who just moved in the other day. He lives in this house. I came by just now and he wasn’t here. Do you know where he has gone?"

"Oh."

Chuanzi suddenly realized, only now did he understand that the ferocious man who took on four, even forty people single-handedly last night was named Ye Tian. The name was domineering; Ye Tian, hm, it suited him just right.

Following what he told Duan Liu, Chuanzi repeated the story, but this time, he emphasized Ye Tian’s righteousness and the stupid behavior of the police officers. After so many years in the thick of things, he had somewhat of an eye for these matters and could tell that with Mo Yan’s elegant black trench coat getup, she definitely came from money. Spending a bit to bail someone out shouldn’t be a problem.

Contrary to Chuanzi’s expectations, after listening, Mo Yan did not hurry nor did she speak. She just silently thought for a while, then walked up to He Ku’s house and, seeing the mess, she too had an idea of what had happened – probably Ye Tian had taken out his rage on the Zheng Family. He had to vent this anger; otherwise, he’d be the one to suffer. Nonetheless, the police station was somewhere he couldn’t stay long; if he stayed there too much longer, he might just demolish the place, causing a big commotion that wouldn’t be easy to settle.

Bailing someone out of the police station was something Mo Yan was doing for the first time; after a long thought, she still didn’t know whom to call. She took out her phone book and flipped through it – those with too high a position, she felt too embarrassed to trouble them; others were too far out of their jurisdiction to intervene.

After browsing through it twice, she stopped at the "X". Xiao Jian, this minor director at the Public Security Department, should have some clout, right?

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Minister Xiao, it’s me, Mo Yan."

The other end hesitated for a moment but then excitement followed, "Mo Yan, are you back?"

"Hehe, yes, I came back last month and have been at my grandfather’s place since."

"Oh, how’s the old man doing? I happen to be free this afternoon, so why don’t we meet up? We haven’t seen each other for so long. I could call up Old Chen and others, and we could get together at Yahai..."

"Uhm, actually, Xiao Jian, there’s something I need your help with, do you think you could..."

"Hehe, old classmate, there’s no need to beat around the bush between us. What is it? Speak up. As long as I can help, I will definitely not refuse."

...

"Is Old Man Zheng here today? He didn’t come?"

"He’s busy working inside."

"Is it dry work or wet work?"

"Wet work, of course. If it were dry, wouldn’t he be seen by now?"

Both young police officers at the door chuckled in unison. This was internal jargon within the police force: dry work meant simply questioning, while wet work implied more colorful interrogation, geared to scare people, sometimes coupled with a bit of face-slapping punishment as well.

And right now, the wet work inside continues.

Ye Tian sat on a chair, legs crossed, and kneeling opposite him was Zheng Dazhi, whose jaw Ye Tian had dislocated. Unable to speak, in pain and tears. Ye Tian held not an ounce of affection for this brute in a cop’s uniform, felt nothing, even dislocating his jaw was being lenient – if really provoked, breaking both his legs wouldn’t be out of the question.

"You, you’re not young anymore, picking a fight with a child. Both of his parents are in that state. In what way did they provoke you? You even smashed their house. Do you really think you’re one of the Red Guards, destroying households with an iron pickaxe and bricks in your hands? Are you tired of living? Trespassing, theft, willful injury – they could even charge you with premeditated murder. I just wonder, what are you after? To vent some anger? They are in that state already. Tell me, what’s there for you to be angry about? Plus, those two people, poor to the point of almost wearing rags, bullying them earns you what satisfaction? Does it give you respect or make others fear you, huh? So you enjoy hitting people and forbid them from fighting back, what kind of damned bandit logic is that? Benefiting at others’ expense won’t last long, is such a simple principle not within your grasp after so many years as a policeman? Truly a waste."