The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 577 - 576

Chapter 577: 576

"Peaceful coexistence?"

"That also depends on who you’re dealing with. If someone were to put a knife to my throat, I wouldn’t just stand by idly, but I’m not some martial arts expert either. If I can’t win openly, I can only resort to some underhanded tactics in secret. Though unseemly, they can save my life, and I just hope that Group Leader Zhang will be merciful with the six moves he has left."

"Zhang remembers.

"Zhang Liang brushes off his sleeves and departs.

His lips tinged with a trace of crimson.

"In the Southern Dynasty, four hundred eighty monasteries, all hidden within the misty rain of the pavilions.

Some say that having that one monastery in the north is sufficient. This was stated by a high-ranking official once referred to as an ’economic czar’, and the Beiping Health Bureau was founded by him. In truth, rather than saying that this temple could replace four hundred eighty others, it might be more apt to say it was that Monk who contemplates his own Zen and others’.

In the Grand Hall of the Two Zen Temple.

"Group Leader Zhang, why bother so, over just a mere pawn? Why insist on making an issue with this young man?"

Zhang Liang pulls out a tissue from his pocket, gently wiping the crimson from his lips, having changed unknowingly into a neat Zhongshan suit. This suits his meticulous nature, fittingly so since he normally wears such suits at work. This particular suit was also brought to him by hidden Death Soldiers from the mountains.

The Divine Monk always fantasized about having such a person by his side to protect him at all times, or at the very least, to regularly have new clothes to wear.

However, on the left chest of the Zhongshan suit, above the heart, there hung a tiny white bear pendant on a plastic tag.

Unlike the Divine Monk, who sat cross-legged on the cushion, Zhang Liang bent one leg and stretched out the other, appearing casual but in fact slowly circulating his cultivation for healing.

"Divine Monk, anyone else might do, but not him."

Zhang Liang shook his head, his brows furrowed as if pondering over some vexing issue.

The Divine Monk looked at him and suddenly laughed, "True enough, were you playing tricks on him just now? You, the leader of the Sixth Group, surely wouldn’t be coughing up blood just from a fight."

Zhang Liang also smiled, looking out at the waves of pine trees outside, "That person’s cultivation is mediocre, but his luck is exceptionally strong; he will undoubtedly be of great use in the future. However, his pride is high and hard to convince. If persuaded logically, he’ll think others are afraid of him, but if challenged directly, there’s no chance of success and it will only antagonize him. The only way is to show a deliberate flaw in a tough encounter, a task rich in technical content, not something just anyone can accomplish."

Having said that, Zhang Liang began to cough, "But this kid really does have some tricks up his sleeve."

The Divine Monk chuckled, saying nothing.

...

Actually, Ye Tian and Zhang Liang left the mountain at the same time, but the former did not expect that the latter would notice him, nor did the latter expect the former to dare to follow him.

Only one person knew, and that was Monk Kurong, sitting steadily in the Grand Hall.

The backyard was a mess, yet it couldn’t compare to the temple fair below the mountain.

Qianyang town belongs to a county-level city, officially a town but in reality, this town of five hundred thousand is twice the size of a typical prefecture-level city. Changing its name is only a matter of time.

Sky and Earth Hotel, situated atop this city.

For the average person, it looked just like a normal hotel, but in reality, this was a base established by the Beiping Health Bureau a year ago, set up in response to a sudden emergence of purple qi.

After receiving the news, Zhang Liang rushed down from the mountain, followed by Yin and Chou, two Death Soldiers.

"When was this message received?"

"Yesterday."

"Can their objective be confirmed?"

"It might be a group of drug traffickers who crossed the border from the northwest."

Zhang Liang stood in front of the window, looking out at the crowded fair, furrowing his brows, "The northwest?"

A corpulent man with a round face and large ears was reporting; upon hearing this tone, he nervously shuffled his feet, "The terrain of the northwest frontier is treacherous, and the political situation is highly sensitive. Sometimes for our own benefits, we turn a blind eye, thus letting some people through..."

"You don’t have to explain this to me," Zhang Liang interrupted, back turned, raising a hand, "From the northwest to here is at least a thousand kilometers. What I want to know is why they would go the extra mile to get here, and also, how many connections, how much effort it would take to traverse a thousand kilometers, are the folks at the National Security Bureau eating shit? Call them, report the situation to the higher-ups—say that this is not something for the Sixth Group to handle, we can’t take on this mission."

The room fell silent.

"Hm?" Zhang Liang hummed, slightly turning his cheek, his peripheral vision catching the still unmoving plump man behind him.

The plump man’s shoulders trembled slightly, "Higher-ups instructed us to fully cooperate with the drug suppression team, to continue until the suspect is captured..."

His words abruptly stopped; the message was clear enough, and the plump man figured that if he spoke any further, he’d probably end up getting beaten.

"You may leave now."

As the plump man seemed about to say something else, his lips moved, but he remained silent and slowly backed away, heading downstairs.

"Get the people from the Second Group over here. Stay hidden for now and await orders."

Relief flashed across the plump man’s face as he turned and walked down the stairs, pulling out his phone to give some instructions, leaving Zhang Liang alone to coldly observe the bustling crowd below, the waves receding and surging anew.

They are just shadows, without identity, without names, unable to marry and have children like ordinary people, even unable to appear in public view, only able to hide in caves and under eaves. Zhang Liang does not feel there is anything wrong with such a living environment; this is, after all, his job, and if feeling comfortable mattered, the time when foreign channels contacted him with a generous offer of payment, he would not have accepted it. In his heart, the interests of the nation are paramount, and nothing can replace that.

He can endure the hardships of work, but he cannot stand idly by as his brothers are manipulated by others’ commands. He will never forget the drug raid five years ago when, due to a mistake in command, his brothers were sent to the frontline, resulting in an explosion at the factory that killed three on the spot—three young men, not even twenty years old, just gone like that. Although he had blocked the commanding officer’s office and cursed all day, and even received a written apology afterwards, none of this was what he wanted.