The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 458 - 457

Chapter 458: 457

Chu Tianying looked at Gui Xiao with disdain and finished the wine in his glass in one gulp. Gui Xiao didn’t speak and took a sip of wine but choked on the taste of red wine, coughing and spitting it out onto the table. In a panic, he pulled out several tissues and wiped the table clean.

"Spirited!"

Chu Tianying was quite dissatisfied with this guy.

Ye Tian, who was sitting silently, casually crossed his legs and put them on the table. A domineering aura inadvertently radiated from him, but then he quickly realized that doing so seemed to embarrass Gui Xiao, who was next to him. So, he let Gui Xiao put his legs up on the table and stick a cigar between his lips, but the effect didn’t seem very good. The kid leaned back on the couch with legs propped up and shoulders slumped—far from the demeanor of a gang leader and looking entirely like a common hooligan.

"Cut it out and sit up properly. To the uninitiated, it looks like there’s a stroke-afflicted old man lying here."

Chu Tianying’s mouth was always sharp, and Gui Xiao had no comeback. He also knew his posture didn’t look good, so he obediently sat up straight.

"Maybe you should do it instead."

Gui Xiao suddenly turned to Ye Tian and said something, startling him, "Boss, you can’t show weakness like that. If you flinch, we might as well not even bother playing with them. With just a few lousy guns, we’re trying to go head-to-head with an aircraft carrier battle group. Don’t be nervous, just stay calm."

"But I can’t calm down!"

"Usually you handle work steadily enough, so how come you’re chickening out now?"

"It’s not like there are so many people watching when I’m normally doing the work!"

No, this won’t do. If this continues, it wouldn’t be just waiting for them to arrive and then showing weakness before they even get here, but rather being chopped up into minced meat by them.

Sitting on the other side, Chu Tianying looked at Gui Xiao and got even more annoyed, "You think you’re so tough, always bragging about being someone’s disciple, having some unique skills. Now where are those skills? Enough! Don’t look at me like that; I’m not your father, and your death is not my concern. Keep glaring; I won’t let you get away with it!"

Too lazy to talk to him anymore, Gui Xiao turned his eyes back to Ye Tian.

"Here’s the plan, you don’t talk later on. Leave everything to me. But one thing—you absolutely cannot show any fear. Even if you have to fake it, keep the act going for me, otherwise, whatever I say counts for nothing. And when people come later, don’t think about anything, just put on an act, bluff your way through."

"How do I act?"

"How to act?" Ye Tian pointed to Chu Tianying, who was sitting there with one leg crossed and chewing on a toothpick, "Just act like him. Remember, learn the essence of his behavior, not just the superficial form."

Gui Xiao glanced at Chu Tianying, who seemed to understand something.

Ye Tian patted his shoulder and instructed again, "Pretension is an art. You must understand the spirit, master the essence, comprehend the foundation, and eventually elevate its nature. That is the highest realm of pretension. In short, the ultimate act of pretension. Got it? Give me some reaction."

Gui Xiao was dumbfounded for a while, then nodded firmly, "I sort of get it, and that’s pretty much it."

Not bad, beginning to show some promise. As expected of an old hand at reading people, his comprehension ability is indeed high.

As the night wore on, the luminous glass lamp above began to emit red and green hues, the customers were replaced by a new batch of girls led by Bai to accompany the drinks, and the slightly fresh tunes had changed into heavy rock. As the music blared, more people started to crowd the dance floor, their wildly gyrating bodies becoming the absolute backbone of the bar.

Among the blurred figures, a black shadow entered from the direction of the door, its demeanor utterly arrogant.

Gui Xiao said, "That’s them."

Gui Xiao was certainly obedient. Ye Tian had told him not to speak, and he literally didn’t dare to let out even a breath. The long-haired hooligan sitting across from them glared at the trio with a malicious expression, while also secretly calculating his next move.

Neither side spoke.

The big-headed man across from them, a tall and burly middle-aged man, was Winterworth Miller, the boss of this turf. As for how big this turf was, it depends on the size of Nepal’s Capital, Kathmandu.

A mix of ruthlessness and cunning spread across Miller’s face. He wasn’t young anymore, his forehead marked by many frown lines that would deepen into layers upon layers of wrinkles with the slightest movement of his eyelids.

Miller had already mentally noted the characteristics of these three. The little guy in the middle, he knew; his men had caught him several times but had never managed to hold onto him. It was said he was quite skilled but very stubborn, reportedly coming from the north, not a native. As for the two beside him, Miller did not recognize them, but they clearly seemed like the young man’s accomplices.

"Hey, friend, I’m Miller."

"You can call me Sky," said Ye Tian, giving a name similar to his own.

Chu Tianying introduced himself, "I’m Jack."

"Heh, I hear the name Jack at least a hundred times a day, if not eighty. Friend, you should pick a more unique name next time. For example, Bitch."

Miller’s face was smiling, and the underlings standing casually behind also chuckled mockingly. Since Ye Tian had an agreement not to strike first, Chu Tianying had to restrain himself. Now, even without Gui Xiao, he felt like giving these guys a good thrashing.

"Bruce, you didn’t invite me here just to drink and chat, did you?"

"Of course not."

Miller looked at Ye Tian with a smiling face and said, "Friend, don’t interrupt when others are talking. It’s quite impolite."

Miller leaned in, sticking out his tongue slightly. The sinister expression beneath that slight smile did not fade at all but instead revealed even more of the man’s viciousness.

Gui Xiao’s hand trembled a bit, but Ye Tian pressed it down on the sofa. Because the table blocked the view, Miller couldn’t see it from the opposite side.

Ye Tian also smiled and said astonishingly, "From now on, I’m the boss here, so naturally I have the right to talk to you."

The atmosphere became tense and confrontational in an instant.

Chu Tianying was simply thrilled with Ye Tian. When had their seasoned and savvy captain also become an impulsive child? He had now thrown out such harsh words, openly provoking trouble.

Miller’s underlings behind started to get restless, rubbing their hands together, eager for action. Even though the music in the bar was loud, Ye Tian could still hear the sound of their knuckles cracking.