The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 34 - 00 The Fist Speaks

34: Chapter 0034: The Fist Speaks

34 -0034: The Fist Speaks

Long Fei watched He Yan’s alluring figure leave with a frown, thinking to himself how women seemed to be just like the weather—clear when it says clear, overcast when it says overcast.

He returned to his room, lay down on his bed, and unlocked his phone to search for the price by entering the brand name from the watch face.

What a gem, a Casio brand, one costing over a thousand five hundred yuan.

He clicked his tongue, having thought it was just a two or three hundred yuan item.

A landlady, who only charged him five hundred yuan for rent every month.

Yet, she gifted him a watch worth a thousand five.

Long Fei’s mind short-circuited a bit, not daring to think too much in that direction, only planning to quickly buy a gift to return to He Yan after earning some money.

Although the salary for a security guard was low, with Chu Feng around, he could take on many part-time jobs.

In a month’s time, that should definitely be enough for his expenses.

Long Fei took off the watch, lay down, turned off the lights, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

No need to think about anything with the alcohol taking its toll.

That night, he dreamt again that scales were growing on his body.

When the morning alarm rang, he sat up with a start, breaking out in a cold sweat all over.

Bare-chested, he examined himself carefully in front of the full-length mirror.

Damn it, no scales, but there was a bluish mark on his chest.

Long Fei soaked a towel in water and hurriedly scrubbed at the area.

This bluish mark wasn’t stained by pigment; it was more like a birthmark, growing on the skin.

Long Fei thought he had contracted some disease, as he didn’t have this kind of birthmark before.

This thing was about ten centimeters long, looking like the shape of a lotus petal.

He sat on the bed, stunned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, thinking he should go to the hospital for a checkup when he had time.

After washing up, he dressed and left the house.

He Yan and Little Tiantian were still not up, so Long Fei locked the door behind him after pushing his bike outside.

He bought a basket of steamed buns on the street, eating while riding his bicycle, and it took him more than an hour to reach the company.

It was now half-past seven, and there weren’t many people at the company, which was a surprise to Long Fei.

The security inside had already unlocked the doors.

The cleaning lady was mopping the floor, and the whole office building seemed very empty.

After locking his bike, Long Fei went inside where two security guards approached and stopped him, asking, “Who are you looking for?”

Long Fei replied politely, “Hello, I’m the new security guard.

The HR department asked us to report in at eight o’clock.”

“Eight o’clock?”

The two security guards gave him a sidelong glance and asked, “What time is it now?”

Long Fei checked the time and told them, “Seven thirty-five?”

One guard scoffed, “So it’s still twenty-five minutes to go?

You go out and wait.

Come back in at eight!”

Long Fei’s eyebrows twitched as he caught the meaning behind those words.

This, he thought, was a show of dominance.

When one guard saw him standing still, he pointed his baton at him and said, “I told you to go out.

Are you deaf?”

With a swift movement of his left hand, Long Fei grabbed the guard’s wrist and lifted it gently upwards.

The guard let out a cry of pain, and as the other guard, in a panic, swung his baton at Long Fei, cursing, “Are you looking to die?”

Long Fei leaned forward, grabbing his arm and twisting it back.

This was a simple lock technique taught by Zhou Zhenglong, learned from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, used for close combat.

The two guards were sweating profusely, crying out, “Mate, be gentle, we were wrong!”

“Bro, big bro, let go first, let’s talk this over!”

Long Fei released them and demanded coldly, “Can I wait inside now?”

The two guards nodded repeatedly and bowed, inviting him to sit down on a sofa in the lobby and offering him a cigarette, saying, “Big bro, cool down, the guys were just joking with you!”

“Yeah, big bro.

We already knew you were coming.

We were just testing your skills at the door!”

One guard was slumped in a posture of flattery.

They sat down opposite Long Fei and introduced themselves to each other.

One called Wang Yang, skinny as a beanpole, earning the nickname “Yang Huo.”

Another called Li Gang, walked with slight bow legs, hence the moniker “Steel Hoop.”

The security team fell under the Human Resources Department and was managed by the Administrative Group.

Day shift plus evening shift added up to eleven people.

Captain Zheng Dahai kept regular office hours like the white-collar workers.

The rest of the time, the team was led by the deputy captain.

Their deputy captain, Nie Dayong, was a former street thug renowned for his fierce fighting skills.

He went bald quite young and was dubbed “Bald Nie.”

Under him were two brothers who had joined the team with him, Zhang Lei and Zhang Bing, both also formidable in a fight.

At this point, it was the day shift’s turn, and these three hadn’t yet arrived.

Long Fei, driven by curiosity, asked, “It’s almost eight o’clock now, how come no office workers have shown up yet?”

Yang Huo chuckled, “The office folks come in at nine, break for an hour at noon, and finish at six in the evening.

We security guards have it rough, starting at eight in the morning, taking turns for lunch, and finishing at eight at night.

We dedicate twelve hours a day to the company, basically grinding it out for money.”

“Damn, that’s brutal!”

Long Fei cursed as he smoked, but then again, it made sense.

Being a security guard was all about standing guard and watching the door, no special skills involved, so longer hours were the norm.

The three of them sat on the sofa and waited.

By half-past eight, more and more people started to trickle into the office.

Steel Hoop and Yang Huo went to stand guard at the door, while Long Fei remained seated on the sofa as he hadn’t reported in yet.

Wang Xiaoya from the reception came in early.

Upon seeing Long Fei, she paused briefly, then approached and greeted him, “You were hired?”

“Yep!”

Long Fei nodded with a smile.

Wang Xiaoya returned the smile sweetly, “Well, congratulations!”

As she was about to leave, she turned back and inquired, “How about your friend?”

“You mean Chu Feng?”

Long Fei felt a bit nervous.

“Right, I haven’t seen him,” Wang Xiaoya quirked an eyebrow.

Long Fei shook his head, pretending ignorance, “I haven’t seen him either, and I don’t know if he was hired!”

Wang Xiaoya laughed, “When you lie, can you try not to blink?”

“Did I blink?”

Long Fei held his eyelids, realizing he indeed blinked a couple of times.

After Xiaoya returned to her desk, she tidied up the cabinet and sat down.

This was the company’s main reception, and each department entrance also had a receptionist—all tall and slender beauties.

Long Fei daydreamed, reckoning that Chu Feng would have them all twisted around his finger within a month.

Close to nine o’clock, Zhang Li rushed in wearing her work uniform and high heels, hurriedly clocking in at the door.

After entering the cabinet area, she took a deep, exhausted breath.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, likely the result of crying hard the night before.

Long Fei glanced over then buried his head, trying his best to keep his distance.

But she soon spotted Long Fei and came over, hands on hips, and angrily demanded, “Where’s Chu Feng?”

Looking up, Long Fei feigned confusion, “Chu Feng?

I barely know the guy.”

Zhang Li bellowed, “Cut the crap.

I’ve asked around—during training, you two were best buddies.

And you even live together!”

Long Fei, with the innocence of a bunny, pled, “Miss, I really don’t know where he is.

He owes me a meal from two days ago!

I’m looking for him too, so please let me know if you find him, and tell him to pay me back ASAP!”

Zhang Li pointed at him, trembling with anger, and nodded.

“Fine, keep covering for him!

Just tell him I won’t let him get away with it!”

She spun around and returned to her desk, resembling a tigress, her resolve clear as day.

Long Fei secretly sympathized with Chu Feng, thinking he had really landed himself in hot water this time.