The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 522: I love you

Chapter 522: I love you

Ye Tian’s expression turned ugly, filled with worry. Recalling the scene from last night that he described, Chu Tianying also felt uneasy. He had encountered people who played with insects; in Africa, many tribes often kept various strange creatures, and he saw some tinkering with Gu in South America, but playing with the dead and making them walk and talk was something he had never heard before. It wasn’t fear that he felt, but rather a wave of disgust at such extreme and even perverse practices.

At this moment, the satellite phone that Chu Tianying had kept in his backpack suddenly rang.

The room fell silent abruptly. All three of them turned their gaze toward the backpack in the corner of the room; in the quiet room, only the incessant ringing of the phone persisted, wave after wave of sound jabbing at everyone’s nerves.

"You didn’t turn it off?" Ye Tian asked.

"My satellite signal is encrypted. It can’t be tracked. It must be my family calling."

Mercenaries often referred to their teams as "family," so Ye Tian wasn’t surprised. However, he was still brooding over the comment that Chu Tianying had made during their last phone call, about being discovered if too much time passed. Seeing Ye Tian’s reproachful look, Chu Tianying awkwardly laughed, then took the satellite phone out of his backpack.

His brows furrowed; Chu Tianying was sure he didn’t recognize this number. That was strange. Their team’s phone numbers were all encrypted and unique, and they rarely changed. Where could this unknown number be from? It couldn’t have been hacked—no one had been known to crack satellite phone encryption. The phone kept ringing, and after Chu Tianying mentioned it to Ye Tian, who couldn’t be sure either, Ye Tian waved his hand, "Answer it. If it’s good fortune, great; if it’s disaster, you can’t avoid it."

"Should I really take the call?"

"Nonsense!"

With a fierce glare from Ye Tian, Chu Tianying hurriedly answered the phone. The call connected, but no one on either end spoke at first. Chu Tianying shook his head at Ye Tian.

"Is Ye Tian there?"

Huh? Chu Tianying was taken aback but said nothing, covering the mouthpiece, "They’re looking for you."

Ye Tian thought it over—who could be looking for him?

"Hello, it’s me."

He had survived so many ordeals; surely he wasn’t going to die over a phone call.

"It’s me."

The voice was weathered but strong. Although it bore some signs of fatigue, there was no hint of despondence. It was the Political Commissar.

"Kid, enjoying life in Nepal so much you’ve forgotten to return?"

Ye Tian blurted out, "How do you know I’m here?" But then it dawned on him—on the other end of the phone was an entire country; what’s a mere satellite phone? If a country were determined, spare no resources nor expense, nothing was impossible. North Korea could even develop nuclear weapons without feeding its people, let alone the mighty nation of Huaxia.

"Heh heh, Boss, what can I do for you?"

The voice of the Political Commissar on the other end grew weary; the lad was always like this, unaffected by persuasion, and yet not under his control, making it a problem to handle him.

"How dare I command you? I’m here asking for your help."

The Political Commissar sounded rather pitiful on the phone, almost more so than any wronged woman could, making Ye Tian almost believe he was the callous husband who neglected his wife.

"Boss, let’s talk properly; don’t play a tragic act. I can’t stand it." Actually, Ye Tian’s unspoken words were that it’d be better if it were a woman.

"Be serious for once, you. Aren’t you already in enough trouble?"

Ye Tian was startled—so fast to find out! But unsure, he probed, "What’s wrong with me? I’ve always been diligently doing my job."

"Don’t give me that! As if I’m blind and deaf to your shenanigans! Not to mention distant matters, was it you who set that fire in the slum area? Tsk tsk, shameful! Couldn’t even kill a single person! What kind of work is that?"

The tone on the other end had a hint of smugness, feigning anger while the words betrayed a sense of pleasure at knowing a little secret. While Ye Tian was somewhat surprised, he could sense the care from the other party. To a certain extent, compared to others, Ye Tian had some affection for the Political Commissar who was responsible for contacting him.

"Johnson must have found you by now, that man never hunts without seeing the rabbit. What did he tell you?"

"You told him?" Ye Tian was somewhat surprised.

The other side laughed and cursed, "What did you think? Do you think you’re important enough for a minister to seek you out personally? Our country is planning to invest in a project in the southern industrial zone of Nepal. It’s not a huge investment, but it’s a significant addition to his list of achievements, of course, he needs to seize it."

Ye Tian scoffed repeatedly; so Johnson sought him out just to make a convenient favor. Humph, using a borrowed knife to kill someone—all these tricks were invented by our Huaxia people.

He had never expected things to be simple, but involving himself with the Huaxia government was indeed beyond Ye Tian’s expectations. A minor affair could become troublesome with government involvement; he worried that if his physical secrets were discovered, the state might just take him back for dissection and turn him into an experimental subject.

"I reckon they’re trying to cause some unrest. I’d advise you to leave that place of trouble sooner rather than later. It’s not a good place to be."

"The Minister of the Ministry of Commerce is asking for help, I can’t just walk away; want to take over for me?"

Ye Tian said bluntly. The voice on the phone turned serious, "I’ve already dispatched staff to your location. If you can pull out, do it. Don’t worry about other matters."

"Other matters? Listen to you... What could I possibly be concerned with?"

"Ha ha ha, that’s good to hear. Oh, and one more thing, our delegation has already arrived in Kathmandu. If you’re interested, you might want to pay a visit."

"Delegation? What delegation? Is it for business negotiations?"

Ye Tian was puzzled. Knowing that the political situation here was becoming unstable, why would they eagerly send people here? Didn’t they understand the adage, "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall?"

"Not for business, it’s for a religious conference. They say it’s world-renowned, which I’m ignorant of; I haven’t heard much about it. The Buddhist Council had a word with me, implying they’d like me to provide some protection. If you’re interested, you can check it out. It’s being held at the embassy, by now, they should all be arranged together I suppose."

"Who are they?"

"They’re all monks, purportedly high monks. You too can go have a look. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can also ask for advice. After all, you’re carrying a heavy responsibility on your shoulders."