The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 333

"Bro, what’s wrong?"

Zheng Xiaomao finally noticed something off about Zheng Dazhi, craning his neck to ask. As Zheng Dazhi looked up, it startled him. Zheng Xiaomao jumped back a step.

Zheng Dazhi finally managed to suppress his anger and asked, "Where’s your second brother?"

Mrs. Zheng replied, "He hasn’t come back yet."

"What’s he up to?"

Zheng Xiaomao rushed to say, "He said he was going to find someone to avenge Dad, he went to find..."

"Bullshit!"

With a loud "bang," everything on the square table—the teapot, tea cups, flashlight, mirror, comb, needles, threads—jumped into the air. Tea spilled, cups shattered, the flashlight fell over, and yellow tea flowed all across the table, dripping onto the floor. Tic-toc, tic-toc. No one in the room dared to speak.

Zheng Dazhi glared around with bulging eyes, forcing himself to calm down and not get angry. But still, he was riled up by these one or two or three fools, "Taking revenge – as if people would even spare a glance at you few scrubs. It’s a wonder you haven’t gotten yourselves in real trouble already."

"Zhi, what happened?"

Zheng Sanpao sensed something was wrong. Usually, though his three sons were rough and domineering, when it came down to important matters, they were all united. But today, why did they start off with such scolding?

Zheng Dazhi passed him a cigarette, Red Diamond brand, and lit one.

"This time, we’ve kicked an iron plate. They are people with backing, beyond our reach."

"What kind of backing?"

Zheng Dazhi glanced at his own clueless father, thinking that explaining the concept of the Public Security Department to him would probably go over his head, so he simply couldn’t be bothered to say more, "Let’s just say, it’s a very high-ranking official."

"Higher than the station chief?" Zheng Xiaomao came up to ask.

Zheng Dazhi couldn’t help but shake his head. His whole family could hardly count beyond ten. It was one thing for his father and mother to be simple-minded, but his two brothers, aside from swinging their arms and throwing punches, knew nothing. They had zero intellect and bravery that young people should have, only good enough to be laborers for others. They might scrape by in their little turf here, but outside this area, huh, they’d surely get swallowed up whole, bones and all.

Seeing the "naïve" look in Zheng Xiaomao’s eyes, Zheng Dazhi couldn’t be bothered with him and waved his hand dismissively, "Don’t mess with him recently. If real trouble arises, I can’t settle it. I just got a setback from him today."

Zheng Dazhi, puffing on his somber cigarette, looked around at everyone in the room and said, "You all go back first, there’s nothing major. We are all from the same street. Don’t make such a big fuss. Tell the second one not to fuck around all day long, better to do some real work with that time."

People in the room gradually left. Zheng Dazhi sat for a while, gave Zheng Xiaomao some instructions, finished the cigarette in his mouth, and then went back to his own room. His room was in the backyard, fronted by a big dog, but Ye Tian had taken it away.

Lying in his room for a while, Zheng Dazhi took out a bunch of keys from the bedside cabinet, went out the door, looked around, and walked toward the warehouse that was locked with an iron door.

The moon was full, and its bright light illuminated the courtyard very well, with patches of black and white. White from the snow, black from the ground, and a shadow—that was Zheng Dazhi, fumbling with his keys to open the door.

...

Xiao Jian had arrived and after sitting for a while in Old Master Mo’s house, he went to look for Mo Yan. Since the guest had already come over, it was time to chat and treat them, especially since he asked for assistance. Ye Tian was confusingly dragged over to dinner, feeling honored, and along the way, he also managed to drag He Biandan and his ax with them, saving on a meal whenever possible.

When Mo Yan asked where would be a good place to have dinner, Ye Tian blurted out "dog meat hot pot," only realizing once they arrived that it was meant to be a treat. Xiao Jian was not prissy about it; dog meat hot pot it was. However, he looked baffled for a moment when he saw the whole bunch of people Mo Yan had brought along, but soon he got over it and enthusiastically beckoned everyone to sit down.

Ye Tian chuckled inwardly, thinking it seemed like a courtship effort for Miss Mo from the other side, and the three of them were probably there as intentional shields for Mo Yan.

The dog meat hot pot on the table was bubbling with white steam, the candles burning bright, and the red chili oil in the pot bubbling away. There were two bottles of Erguotou liquor, one on each side, but neither had their caps off yet. Mo Yan was far from flattering about the place Ye Tian had picked.

"This is Xiao Jian, my college mate. This is Ye Tian, this is Brother He, and this is He Ku," Mo Yan introduced, while the others were focused on their meal. Mo Yan glanced awkwardly at Xiao Jian and then started to eat as well.

There was a strange vibe at the table. Mo Yan kicked Ye Tian under the table to get his attention.

"Oh, let’s have a drink with Brother Xiao Jian, shall we?"

Xiao Jian nodded hurriedly, putting down his chopsticks and stood up to shake hands with Ye Tian.

"No no no, please sit, we’re all brothers here, no need for such formalities," as he gestured Xiao Jian to sit down, he bit open a bottle of liquor, poured a glass for himself and one for Xiao Jian, "In winter, you gotta eat meat and drink liquor. The meat’s gotta be dog meat, and the liquor, it’s gotta be Erguotou."

Mo Yan facepalmed, almost wanting to bury her head under the table. Xiao Jian was famously a lightweight drinker, having passed out after just one beer during the freshman welcome party in his first year. That incident set a new record for the worst alcohol tolerance at Public Security University and made him famous. His class, Class Three, didn’t compete with others on how much they could drink, but rather, they bragged, "If you dare, let’s see who can’t drink!"

He Biandan’s glass was filled, too, but He Ku and Mo Yan were spared, women and children didn’t have to drink.

Xiao Jian was the first to raise his glass, perhaps too excited while toasting that some liquor spilled out, "It’s my first time here, so pardon any disturbances; I’ll drink this glass to show my respect."

With a swig, the glass was emptied. "Tsk!" Xiao Jian smacked his lips, followed by a burp with a strong alcohol scent. Mo Yan dumbfoundedly watched him, worried that he might pass out on the table like in the TV dramas.

Ye Tian was also stunned, thinking, "Man, you’re way too straightforward. I didn’t even say we should drink together, and without even touching the dishes, who can handle such rough drinking?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Hey? Why aren’t you guys drinking?"

Xiao Jian asked, with his face turning red and feeling a bit dizzy, thinking he was seeing things. After patting his head and seeing their glasses were still full, he chuckled, "Hey, you two brothers can’t handle liquor, can you? Don’t chicken out now."

Well, since he put it that way, let’s drink.

With a tilt, two more empty glasses were added to the table.

Mo Yan covered half her face, unable to bear watching. Xiao Jian might not have much tolerance for alcohol, but he had a stubborn streak. If you dare to drink the first glass, he’d dare to drink the second, continuing until either you fall or he falls. With Ye Tian and others starting like this, it was bound to get out of hand.