The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 581 - 580

Chapter 581: 580

"One sentence completely shut Ye Tian’s mouth. He glared at the speaker, shook his head, and said, ’You really are a killjoy. I talked to you for nothing.’"

Turning around, Ye Tian left. Zhang Liang watched him walk out of the temple gate and then disappear into the crowd.

A rustling noise came through the earpiece.

"Speak."

"The target has gone up the mountain."

"If I go to Mount Tai, does that meet all the requirements of the intelligence you mentioned?"

The voice in the earpiece hesitated for a moment before saying, "The target went up Bamboo Mountain with five people, carrying five handguns and various ammunition, no heavy weapons."

"Wait and see how things unfold. Tell the people from other departments to be careful. We are just here to assist, not their bodyguards. Don’t go rushing in recklessly full of yourself. There’s only one life to live, and don’t get cocky just because you’re feeling capable."

"Yes, Group Leader."

Zhang Liang looked at the pile of ashes heaped up in front of him, his gaze always flickering with an elusive intensity.

Xu He, as the liaison officer of Qianyang Town, carried a great responsibility. It wasn’t just that the place had a spiritually energizing aura, but it also hid a tomb with the air of an emperor, rumored to be larger than King Qin’s Tomb. Whether that was true or not was unknown.

The fatty, with his tiny eyes nearly squished shut by the fat on his face, looked rather clumsy, but nobody dared to underestimate this seemingly slow-witted man.

He was fat, but not stupid, otherwise his business, a hotel with an annual turnover of tens of millions, would not exist. This contact point, known as the most luxurious in the country, was all thanks to Fatty Xu. Sometimes Zhang Liang felt that letting this fat man do business might suit him better than acting as an agent.

After passing Zhang Liang’s instructions to the frontline team members, Xu He still lay comfortably in the hotel’s presidential suite.

This was an exclusive place, not found anywhere else.

Although his body lay on the bed, his heart was floating in the sky.

Xu He knew well what kind of person his group leader was. On the surface, he was colder than the ice in the bitter winter, but inside, he was warmer than anyone, especially towards his subordinates. The rules of the clan say, "Those who face death do so willingly, dying a worthy death," but in reality, who wouldn’t cherish their life? Who would be foolish enough to think they should die? Why should I face death just because you live? It’s not like I’ve been kicked in the head by a donkey. Am I stupid?

The more this was the case, the more Zhang Liang would participate in missions with the team, often charging at the front line. They were not narcotics police or detectives who could complete their task by firing a couple of shots. Although Sixth Group was nominally labeled as a sanitation unit, the cleanup they did was not as simple as sweeping streets; instead, they eradicated negative energies and promoted justice and virtue.

A smile formed on Xu He’s lips. Promote justice and virtue? When they joined, many people laughed on the spot upon hearing these four words.

He joined under the name of the thirty-third generation descendant of Heavenly Master Zhang of the Northern Sect, responsible for Observing Qi and judging fortunes, as well as arranging the formation. But all this became somewhat overshadowed by the presence of the all-rounder, Group Leader Zhang Liang.

Xu He still remembered the moment Zhang Liang took his hand and said earnestly, "Fatty, if something untoward happens to me, the task of Observing Qi and Pulse would fall onto your shoulders."

Heh, as if you could die and I couldn’t. Xu He thought that unlike himself, who had no concerns for his family, Group Leader Zhang was still a bachelor. In other leaders’ minds, they’d probably think that they could afford to lose their subordinates but not themselves. From that day on, anyone who dared to speak ill of Zhang Liang, Xu He would be the first to fight tooth and nail in defense.

He still remembered the incident from five years ago when due to mistakes made by other departments, many members of their group suffered heavy casualties. Everyone was angry but dared not speak, because at that time, Zhang Liang was away on a mission and had not accompanied the troops. By the time he returned, it was too late, although not completely - he just managed to meet with several superiors who came to inspect.

The leader was a young cadre with a side-parted haircut, driving an Audi A6L; he exuded authority and seemed not to appreciate this small department of several dozen people. Although he didn’t express deep condolences, no one said anything because they couldn’t just focus on their feelings and embarrass Group Leader Zhang, who also faced difficulties. However, what was too much was the behavior of the several followers that tagged along.

They were all old men in their forties and fifties, a few had sent wreaths and then left after the memorial service, which was understandable. But what was unacceptable was their laughter while getting into the car, joking and laughing with the young cadre, and walking away. This was not okay with the young brothers – how was this acceptable!

"Stop right there!"

Zhang Liang, dressed in black, wearing a white flower on his chest.

The young man with the side-parted hair looked displeased when he saw him and moved his mouth but said nothing. The middle-aged men beside him stepped forward with an official air, "Young comrade, what’s the matter?"

"What were you laughing at?"

That’s why they say Zhang Liang can’t be a high-ranking official. Whether he’s angry or happy, he always maintains a chilling demeanor, except for when he’s about to kill, when he narrows his eyes.

Perhaps sensing the hostile glares of the dozens of people around, the speaker softened his tone, "Young comrade, I understand you’re upset, but you can’t get emotional, right?"

"I know you’re the Deputy Chief of the police department, and he’s the Public Security Department director’s son. He was the overall commander this time, and you were the field commander. I want to know why my men, who are not from the Public Security, had to be on the front lines?"

His voice remained unflustered.

The man glared at him but said nothing. The young man with the side-parting interjected, "If there’s any issue, take it up with the department."

"Fine. I’m asking you, why did you laugh just now?"

The young man ignored him and turned to get into his car, but the door suddenly slammed shut with a loud "bang!" and tempered glass shattered all around.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Liang approached and twisted the man’s head to face him, "Why did you laugh just now?"

"I, I... you should remember the principle of Party loyalty; you need to be clear about what you’re doing..."

"I’m asking you, why did you laugh!"

...

The outcome wasn’t too serious—no one died, no one was injured—but since that day, the young man with the side-parting had been plagued by nightmares. He soon suffered a nervous breakdown. Although he eventually managed to save his own life, he cried and wailed, his nerves somewhat abnormal.