The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 329

Ye Tian painstakingly tried to reason with Zheng Dazhi, but it was clear that Zheng Dazhi didn’t want to listen. He tried to rush headfirst several times, but each time was kicked back by Ye Tian, each kick harsher than the previous. By the fourth time, half of his front tooth had been chipped off.

"Look at that, will you just look at you? You don’t listen when I talk, and even less when I don’t. I’m here trying to reason with you. Why don’t you like to learn? You’re just naturally mischievous and unmanageable. How can you be like that? When dealing with anyone, especially those who’ve lost their way, one should persuade gently and lead them on kindly. With your fiery temper, how can that work? Tell me if I’m right?"

"%...&*)" Zheng Dazhi shook his head and muttered something unintelligible. Ye Tian couldn’t understand a word and shook his head, "Your words are less substantial than a fart."

Glancing at the mobile phone Zheng Dazhi had on him, it was already noon, and Ye Tian’s stomach began to grumble. He stood up and walked to the door. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Don’t think you’re so tough. I wouldn’t hesitate to hit you just because you’re in uniform, let alone if you had a few more stars on your shoulder. What a joke!"

Zheng Dazhi was furious but couldn’t make a sound. With his hands cuffed behind his back, he was also hindered in his movements. In over ten years of police work, he had always been the intimidator, never the intimidated.

Just as he was about to open the door, there was a knock from outside. Judging by the footsteps, there were quite a few people. Ye Tian turned back, seeing a sly smile on Zheng Dazhi’s face.

Could there be some secret alarm system in this room? Why else would people be coming? If the police had him surrounded, it wouldn’t be fun. Hitting one cop could be written off as causing trouble, but hitting a group of them would be criminal. There’s a world of a difference between the two.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A rough knocking came from outside.

"Zheng Dazhi, open the door! This is a police station, not a place for you to abuse the death penalty!"

"Open up, if something happens to Comrade Ye Tian, you’ll be fully responsible!"

Huh? Ye Tian was intent on escaping by surprise, but the voices outside didn’t seem quite right. It was obvious that they were there to rescue him. Looking at Zheng Dazhi again, his face changed color, seemingly not expecting this turn of events.

"Did you call them?"

Both men spoke at once, but both paused, surprised. It seemed that whoever was outside wasn’t called by either of them. In other words, this was a third party.

"Zheng Dazhi, if you dare to do anything to Mr. Ye, I’ll rip that skin off you!"

Ye Tian smirked arrogantly, "Heh heh, Officer Zheng, looks like you’re in trouble now."

Zheng Dazhi knew that the one knocking was the station chief, yet that guy was always elusive, barely seen once a month. What could have brought him here all of a sudden?

Ye Tian straightened his clothes and unlocked Zheng Dazhi’s handcuffs, "Don’t spout nonsense, or you’ll be the one to suffer."

Zheng Dazhi glared at him hatefully but had nothing to say. The situation was clearly not in his favor; he would have to play it by ear.

Seeing his expression, Ye Tian laughed. He enjoyed seeing others feeling miserable and unable to express it. Taking pleasure in his own miseries but to the detriment of others was something he was particularly fond of doing.

The door opened, and in came a stout man with a potbelly, a tall figure with a square face. His big ears with long lobes were distinct. Old folks say that big ears bring good fortune, and this man seemed to be blessed, except that his small eyes spoiled the image somewhat, blinking and gleaming with cunning.

"Ye Tian, are you alright?"

It was Mo Yan. When he saw He Ku and Chuanzi poking their heads out from behind, Ye Tian realized it was these two kids who had called for backup.

"Mr. Ye, are you okay?"

Big Ears moved closer enthusiastically, asking questions while thoroughly sizing the man up, apparently wondering why he was in such a poor and tattered state.

Seeing Ye Tian’s puzzled face, Mo Yan introduced, "This is Officer Cheng Gong from the local police station."

Cheng Gong? What a nice name. Ye Tian stepped forward with a smile to shake hands, expressing his understanding of the hard work done by grassroots police officers, and especially praised Zheng Dazhi for his patience and perseverance in case investigations, even taking a photo with him. The moment was captured by the flash of Mo Yan’s iPhone.

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Along the way, Ye Tian had listened to Mo Yan’s constant chatter, but he didn’t respond a word, carrying He Ku silently ahead, with Chuanzi walking beside, leaving the incessantly chattering Mo Yan behind. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The alley was muddy and the group walked unevenly, stepping deeply with one foot and shallowly with the other, with only the sound of Mo Yan speaking, feeling quite desolate.

In the courtyard, He Biandan squatted at his doorstep with a face full of sorrow, the newspapers pasted on the window torn by the north wind and flapping noisily. Truly fucking miserable.

"Dad."

He Ku got down from Ye Tian’s back and ran all the way into He Biandan’s arms.

"Where have you been?"

The child was not articulate enough to explain clearly, so Ye Tian summarized the events for him, but concealed the truth. The gist was that the police had called them to understand the situation, made a written record, and then they came back.

"Zheng Dazhi didn’t give you any trouble, did he?"

"No. He is just a small police officer; he doesn’t have that much power."

He Biandan responded seriously, "He is not a small police officer; he is quite formidable."

Ye Tian doubted it was worth discussing these matters with him, telling him would only add to his troubles and wouldn’t solve the real problem. It was better to leave these issues to himself. If the Zheng Family didn’t provoke again, then let it be. But if they dared, he wasn’t afraid to make a big fuss a second time; after all, there was a first time already.

"Where’s the chicken? Did you take care of it?" Ye Tian looked back to see the big red rooster gone from the cart, and feathers scattered on the ground. "Well, today at noon we’ll have some meat."

"Brother, they took care of the chicken."

He Biandan wanted to cover He Ku’s mouth but was a step too late. Pointing towards the eastern room, He Ku spoke with a tone that had a flavor of finding fault and settling accounts.

Ye Tian’s eyes bulged with rising fury, and with a roll of his sleeves, he cursed loudly, "You in the eastern room, you asshole, get out here!"

No one made a sound inside the house.

Ye Tian picked up a stick from the ground and started banging on the door, "Come out! What kind of skill is it to bully a child! And stealing chickens! Why don’t you steal ducks! Come out!"

Mo Yan frowned, since when had he become so irritable? This was not like the careful and cautious Ye Tian he used to know.

Chuanzi also chimed in on the side. He had just fought Zhou Aiguo earlier that morning, and that irritation had not yet subsided; he had to vent or else he’d feel too stifled inside.