The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 382

"I knew you were heartless; I shouldn’t have saved you yesterday. I should’ve let you die, hmph, ungrateful wretch. Later, I’ll stab you with the needle again, this time directly into your eye, and blind you first."

Damn, that’s ruthless!

Ye Tian glanced at Old Man Mo who was engrossedly eating without uttering a word.

Look at the terrific grandpa act, truly suffocating.

...

When Ye Tian went back, he went alone. Old Man Mo originally intended to have a guard escort him, but that plan was nixed by Mo Yu’s fiercely intimidating gaze. Now, even Old Man Mo was helpless. After saying "take care," he watched Ye Tian limp away until he disappeared at the turn of the alley.

On his way back to Yu Er’s place, Ye Tian mulled over things. He figured Chuanzi was finished. Even if he didn’t die, he’d be crippled. Chuanzi’s demise was not a big deal, but it could spell trouble for himself. After all, their friendship wasn’t deep; it was more like two grasshoppers tied together — now one might die, and the other surely couldn’t live for much longer.

What to do, he needed a plan.

Arriving at the door, it was unlocked from the outside. Someone here? Oh, right, Yu Er was at home. Ye Tian realized that the market opens on the 2nd, 4th, and 8th days, and without the market, Yu Er wouldn’t set up his stall — it was too cold to suffer outside.

"Old man, I’m back."

Yu Er, with a tobacco pipe in his mouth, came out from the room, "Are you alright?"

Ye Tian didn’t plan to hide it from him. He shook his head, "I’m fine, just got bitten by a mosquito on my leg. Has Chuanzi returned?"

"Nope. Probably got nabbed by someone."

Ye Tian nodded but said nothing.

The ambush was definitely meant to take him too, but Mo Yu’s arrival messed up their plans. Even if they didn’t take Ye Tian, they were bound to get rid of him. Now it seemed certain that Chuanzi had met with trouble.

"The people you’ve crossed this time are no joke. I thought at worst it was just the police botching up a wrongful case. I didn’t expect you’d gotten on the wrong side of a big and powerful tiger."

Old Man Mo, puffing on his tobacco pipe, casually passed a cigarette to Ye Tian. He took it, smoked a couple of puffs, then suddenly stood up, "No, I have to go check it out. Old man, please put me up for a couple more days. Once I find a safe place, I’ll move out immediately. Sorry for the trouble."

Ye Tian, with his limp, walked out the door.

Yu Er watched his retreating figure and sighed, "I didn’t say you had to leave."

...

Upon exiting the house, Ye Tian thought of Zheng Ergou, still likely hiding in the hotel. If they could find him, they could find Zheng Ergou as well. This wide involvement was still potentially within control, as long as they could contain the main players or just dump them in Yama Palace. Chuanzi was the first, possibly second-to-last, and Ye Tian wasn’t sure where he stood, but first he needed to make sure if Zheng Ergou was still there.

If Zheng Ergou was truly gone, it meant that after such a long calm, the big boss behind the scenes was truly making a move.

He hailed a taxi, too lazy to walk anymore. The piece of flesh missing from his leg wasn’t much, but the wound was deep, and walking caused a sharp pain. That kid Mo Yu might be young but was truly vicious with her strikes, nothing like her sister’s ladylike demeanor.

Reaching the front of the hotel, Ye Tian didn’t go in right away. He bought a baked bun to chew on.

The landlady was probably just up, brushing her teeth messily at the hotel entrance. She looked disheveled. Ye Tian relaxed a bit; if something had gone wrong inside the hotel, the landlady wouldn’t bother brushing her teeth out here and be so carefree to greet the passing merchants. But to be cautious, Ye Tian went in anyway, having been here before, he didn’t mind another visit.

The landlady asked if he was staying, and Ye Tian said he was looking for someone. She resumed her brushing. Room 204, this is Zheng Ergou’s room. Ye Tian checked his surroundings, and with no one paying attention, he knocked on the door.

No response.

Ye Tian knocked a second time, louder this time.

Still no response.

There’s definitely a problem!

Without hesitating, Ye Tian turned and headed downstairs, not relaxing until he was out of the door. He wasn’t clear on who Zheng Ergou was, but at least regarding sensing danger and unfamiliar environments, he should have realized something. If he hadn’t sensed anything after two consecutive knocks, then something must have happened.

With Chuanzi gone and Zheng Ergou in trouble, of the remaining people, that left only himself and Zheng Dazhi.

...

Ye Tian’s guess was correct; the most anxious person now was Zheng Dazhi.

The way to contact Zheng Ergou wasn’t just face-to-face; they also had their mobile phones. According to their arrangement, they’d only answer after the phone rang four times, a secret code between them. But since yesterday afternoon, the phone had been unreachable — first no one answered, then it was switched off completely. Zheng Dazhi realized that there might be a problem.

What kind of person was Zheng Ergou? His brother knew best. To outsiders, he was a tough brawler, but in reality, he was just a hooligan who bullied easy targets. He could fight, but when it came to stabbing people with knives, he would never be the first to rush in. That year, when he accidentally killed someone, he was frightened to the point of nearly wetting his pants. So, it was impossible for him to just leave by himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; he was afraid.

Zheng Dazhi squatted in his room, chain-smoking. Early in the morning, from six o’clock, he smoked three packs in just two hours. The ground was littered with a dense pack of cigarette butts.

When he finished the last cigarette, he made up his mind.

The earthen pits in the north are built with adobe bricks. He walked to the house in the front yard and reached under Zheng Sanpao’s kang bed, dislodged a brick, and pulled out a red object the size of a USB stick—an MP3 player.

"Aren’t you eating?"

"No. Got a sudden task at the station!"

Zheng Dazhi left with those words, leaving behind two elders eating on the kang.

The police station wasn’t far from home, a twenty-minute walk. Along the way, he smoked two cigarettes. There were stands selling breakfast at the entrance, and Zheng Dazhi grabbed a cup of soy milk, sipping it while walking into the station.