The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 365

"Is it really that mystical?"

Duan Liu’s smile began to take on a profound meaning, "Don’t believe it? Then let me ask you, how many theft cases are there at your station? There are some, but certainly only a very small proportion."

Zheng Dazhi was awakened by this remark. He thought about the cases that had occurred in recent years and indeed, as Duan Liu said, thefts truly accounted for only a small part of them. Could it be that the achievements of the twenty-ninth generation descendant played a role in this?

Duan Liu raised his hand to check his watch, finished his glass of red wine in one gulp, and then said, "That’s all I’m going to say. I really can’t help with future matters. Farewell."

"Farewell."

Zheng Dazhi walked out of the bar and was surrounded by men who were still entering and exiting the bar. Their appearances fell into two extremes: either effeminate to the utmost or ruggedly handsome. Average-looking men were also present but few; they probably weren’t very popular here. In these circumstances, you’re either a top or a bottom, and you can tell just by looking at someone’s physique. Zheng Dazhi lowered his head to look at his gradually expanding General’s belly and laughed at himself with a hint of self-deprecation.

...

He Ku ran away again.

It was only after Ye Tian returned that he discovered it when he saw the old man’s wheelbarrow already leaning against the wall in the yard.

When the old man asked him if he had sent his child elsewhere, Ye Tian suddenly realized that He Ku must have run away. After searching, there was indeed no sign of him in the yard; who knows where he had run off to now. Could it be that he had run to the large compound?

Ye Tian told the old man that he was going out to search and at the same time got rid of the elder with a promise to look after He Ku if he returned by himself.

Where can a child run off to, after all? Everyone on Erwanzi Street knew him, but that made it all the more dangerous. Zheng Dazhi was also searching everywhere for him. Although Ye Tian didn’t know why He Biandan had been arrested, he was certain that He Ku was definitely a target of theirs, and among "them," Zheng Dazhi was undoubtedly involved.

With a sense of urgency and alarm, Ye Tian had just reached the front door. As he opened it, he found two figures standing right outside looking like they were about to knock.

One tall and one short.

The short one was without a doubt He Ku, but as for the tall person, he was wearing a fur cap with the brim pulled down, making it impossible to see his face clearly. However, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose was visible. A fur cap matched with glasses—a complete mismatch.

The old man, who had just finished washing his hands, saw the two people standing at the entrance. While drying his hands with a towel, he cocked his head towards the yard and said, "Come in and then we’ll talk."

Chuanzi had returned.

After fleeing east and west for twenty days with documents that could bring down countless high-ranking officials, he finally came back.

He couldn’t hold out any longer.

The first thing he did upon entering was to take out something wrapped in a black garbage bag from inside his coat and throw it onto the table.

"Brother Tian, now we’re grasshoppers tied to the same rope."

This sudden statement stunned everyone. Chuanzi then addressed the old man by his side, "Old man, this is truly a matter of life and death. If you’re scared, I can give you money and arrange for you to leave now, so you don’t have to deal with this mess."

The old man lit a cigarette for himself—it was one of those hand-rolled ones with white paper—while looking at Chuanzi and said, "You’re Chuanzi, right?"

Chuanzi was taken aback, but after glancing at Ye Tian beside him, he simply assumed that Ye Tian had informed the old man about his matters and nodded.

"Your master is Duan Liu, the kid."

Kid? Chuanzi looked at the old man’s age and managed to suppress the anger in his heart. A master for a day is a father for a lifetime. How could he not be angry when someone speaks of his master in such a tone? But seeing the old man’s age, he treated it as if the old fool was talking nonsense.

Sensing the anger in Chuanzi’s heart, the old man chuckled, "You do respect your master and the way. Did that Duan Liu kid ever tell you not to make a move here? This shouldn’t be a place where you can reach out, right?"

As Chuanzi observed the old man’s tranquil demeanor, he suddenly recalled his master’s admonitions: people in the same profession are enemies—those in our line of work fear most reaching out where they shouldn’t. Broken hands and feet are the least of one’s worries; encountering a tough nut who might throw you directly into a boiling oil pot to fry you is not uncommon.

Could this be an old predecessor? Did I overstep my bounds?

Chuanzi felt uneasy, but seeing that the other party was already an octogenarian, his unease diminished significantly. At worst, he would apologize; if the old man played tough, he, a strong young man in his twenties, could surely handle an old man halfway in the grave!

"Old sir, are you in the same trade?"

Chuanzi asked.

"Sort of," after saying this, the old man turned and walked into the inner room, leaving the two of them in the hall, "I am going to cook, little guy come help me. You two have some fruit for now."

He took out a few apples and placed them on the table, and from his waist, he drew a fruit knife, placing it on the table as well. "The tap water outside is frozen, can’t wash them. Peel the skin."

Chuanzi unceremoniously picked up the knife since he was very hungry, "Eh, old sir, our knives are the same. Where did you buy..."

His expression changed drastically!

The wooden handle of the knife bore the character "Chuan," it was his own knife! Flipping his hand over, sure enough, his knife was gone.

Chuanzi broke out in a cold sweat in an instant; this really was his own knife, but how did it end up in the old man’s possession? Apparently, the man was a fellow practitioner, but having thought that, Chuanzi’s forehead sweated even more. To have this level of skill, the old man was no less skilled than his own master, no, to be exact, this skill was only stronger, not weaker.

"What’s wrong? Encountered a legendary expert?"

Legendary expert? Hearing this, Chuanzi nearly screamed in shock. A legendary expert—Duan Liu had once mentioned such a figure to him. This expert was said to be the great-grandson of the ancestral master Shi Qian and lived in the Beiping area. He was also recognized as the Thief Saint in both Beiping’s and the nation’s thieves’ circles.

Thief Saint, just listen to that title.

To achieve the ultimate in any endeavour, one must not be so simple. Now, Chuanzi was quite confident that the old man was likely the Thief Saint that Duan Liu had mentioned.

"Brother Tian, was that old gentleman’s surname Shi?"

Ye Tian shook his head, "I don’t know. We didn’t know each other to begin with."

Chuanzi grew anxious, "Brother Tian, stop joking with me. You two even ran into his house, and you’re still saying you don’t know each other?"

Seeing that Chuanzi didn’t believe him, Ye Tian simply explained a bit of the situation. At the same time, he did not want to probe further into an elderly man, and shifted the topic to the package on the table. At this point, the fervent look in Chuanzi’s eyes suddenly cooled down. It was not that he had any grievance against Ye Tian, but that the contents of the package were not something he could handle alone.