The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 359

"Ouch, I can’t live anymore, they’ve killed someone ah! How can the world be so unreasonable, hit someone and just want to run away..."

The onlookers were all idlers who enjoyed a good show, and with the New Year approaching and nothing else to do, they took it as if they were watching a live Spring Festival Gala, getting their kicks out of it. As soon as that woman on the ground shouted out like an ancient mountain king commanding his brothers, the crowd instantly swarmed around, their curious eyes sizing up Zheng Dazhi from top to bottom, and now even if he had a mouth all over his body, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself clear, especially with so many women on this battlefield.

The scene fell into chaos in an instant.

...

At the entrance of the alley, Ye Tian pulled He Ku along with increasing speed, the dogskin cap on his head starting to steam up, and He Ku, who was being dragged along, had already changed into a red girl’s outfit. The two of them, one after the other, turned a corner at the entrance of the alley and disappeared.

Now there was no longer any need to worry about where to go. Speaking of which, he had that old man selling tobacco leaves to thank, and at the same time also marveled at the concept of fate.

Time rewound to when Ye Tian was looking for He Ku.

At the entrance of the Market, Ye Tian looked around bewilderedly. He could assure himself that he would find He Ku in the vast sea of people, but what he couldn’t guarantee was to spot him before anyone else found him. And that was predicated on the fact that He Ku was actually at this Market; if he was elsewhere or had already been captured, then everything would be in vain.

Monkey performers, sugar figurine sellers, sesame pancake vendors, cotton candy twirlers, the shaving pick with steam hovering, the bustling noodle stall, the disabled old man mending shoes by the roadside, and vendors densely packed selling Spring Festival couplets as far as the eye could see—people of all sorts, with all sorts and flavors of life, the warmth, and cold of the human world, all in this market that was neither large nor small. Ye Tian’s eyes grew tired from the search, and his head dizzy. He still couldn’t find He Ku. It seemed that He Ku had really been captured by someone. No, he should go look at his house again. Old Liu would surely take him in if he came across him. That wouldn’t work either; everyone in the neighborhood knew each other’s roots, who knew if he would run into some chatty person. If they saw him going back, they might gossip, especially those aunties and the old men wearing red armbands—they relished in aiding police units to catch bad guys, relying on these self-organized patrol teams to keep watch in the alleys during the bitter cold winter months. With these thoughts, Ye Tian suddenly didn’t know where to go.

"Excuse me, coming through, sorry, can I get by!"

"Oh, Old Cripple, you never miss a market, do you?"

"I’m just trying to make a living here. Can’t talk now, must run, and snatch a spot for the evening market."

"Alright then, see you later."

In the crowd, an old man was pushing his cart, struggling to move forward. He had to find his own vendor spot. For the small vendors like them that needed to secure a space to set up their stall, they all had their fixed spots and territories arranged by the local neighborhood committees. A yearly fee of five thousand yuan was required to maintain a stall in a market, and since different markets were on different streets—Erwanzi Street had the Erwanzi Market, Big locust tree street had the Big locust tree market—they had to pay the fee on the corresponding street to set up their stall there.

Hearing the yelling behind him, Ye Tian, who was standing in the middle of the road in a daze, snapped out of it and also realized that he absolutely couldn’t panic. Once he was in disarray, there would be no one left to help He Biandan and his son; even if the two of them were caught, as long as he was free, there was still a glimmer of hope. Since He Ku wasn’t here, he should check his house in the compound, perhaps He Ku had already returned there. That was his home, and he knew people there; whether a sense of belonging or familiarity, it was much better than other places.

Turning around, he saw the old man who had been calling out for space in the back, pushing the cart limping along.

A bit familiar? Ye Tian couldn’t remember.

When the cart passed by him, his nose filled with the scent of tobacco. Looking closely, Ye Tian saw that the cart was piled with bags of tobacco leaves. It was then that he remembered the last time at the market, when he had bought tobacco but hadn’t paid during the fight with the Zheng Family.

"Hey, mister..."

The old man pushing the cart turned around and responded in a muffled voice, "Your grandpa!"

Ye Tian was taken aback but saw the other side break into a smile and knew he was just joking.

"Hehe, do you remember me now?"

The old man shook his head, "No, I just thought it was funny and replied."

This elder sure has a lot of leisure time.

Ye Tian could no longer idle around with him and took out two stones from his pocket to hand over, "I bought some tobacco leaves from you last time and forgot to bring money. Then I was busy and forgot about it. Here’s the money for the tobacco."

"I don’t have change."

"No need for change."

"That won’t do. Although I’m a cripple with a lame leg, my conscience isn’t lame. I can’t take your money."

Pretty...whatever that is.

Ye Tian scratched his head, "How about you give me another pouch of tobacco then?"

"No tobacco. I can’t just leave my cart to roll you one now. Are you in some kind of trouble?" The old man saw a layer of dense sweat on his forehead and asked.

"I’m looking for someone." Ye Tian looked around and then said to the old man, "You keep the money for now, and I’ll come back for it when I’m free. Here."

Ye Tian handed over the money and was about to leave, but the old man stopped him, "Who are you looking for? I’ve seen some people as I’ve been moving about. Tell me."

Ye Tian was amused internally; you’re old with blurry vision, how many people could you have really seen, and even if you did, how many could you remember? He was about to dismiss it but then thought better of it and waved his hand, "No, it’s alright, I’d better look for them myself. Take care, old man."

"Just tell me already! I’ve been around this area my whole life, I can recognize everyone even with my eyes closed!"

Reluctantly, Ye Tian figured he might as well tell him.

"A kid, this tall, ten years old, quite thin, lively, big eyes, wearing a piece of black cotton-padded clothing... pretty dirty, a pair of old man’s shoes, with a hole at the big toe... Ah, nevermind, I shouldn’t bother you with this, I need to hurry to find him..."

"What you’re describing must be He Ku from the He Biandan family."

The old man looked at Ye Tian deeply, his puffy eyes adorably squinting together, unhurried, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. Indeed, it had nothing to do with him. But in Ye Tian’s heart, it was like a huge wave was stirring up—the old man’s intelligence was almost demonic! What kind of person was this!