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"Anything for my master," Muchen affirmed. "Um, master, my boss wants to see you because you saved the young master."
"So I'm supposed to enter that gigantic house?" Xin Yi hesitated briefly. "I'll meet your rude master? No, I'm not interested."
"Master, please, just for my sake," Muchen pleaded, his eyes earnest and filled with desperation.
"Fine, it's because you helped me," Xin Yi relented, sighing deeply.
"Okay, Muchen, let's use the back door to avoid the journalists." She disliked being interviewed by the media.
They arrived at the mansion, an imposing structure with towering columns and intricate carvings. Muchen offered Xin Yi a seat in a lavishly decorated room. She waited anxiously for the boss to arrive, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. When the door opened, she stood abruptly. "It's you!"
Li Qiang remained silent, calmly taking his seat on a single sofa. The room was filled with the scent of leather and polished wood, the dim lighting casting long shadows.
"Mr. Jang, I called you here to offer you a job," he announced confidently, his voice smooth and commanding.
"What?" Xin Yi asked, surprised by the unexpected turn.
"To be my bodyguard," Li Qiang clarified, his gaze steady and unyielding.
"Me, your bodyguard?" Xin Yi scoffed incredulously, her expression serious.
"Yeah, you'll be paid well. You can ask Muchen," Li Qiang replied casually, as if discussing the weather.
"Mr. Guo, as you might have heard from Muchen, I have a job. I'm an athlete," Xin Yi explained firmly, her voice steady.
"That doesn't mean you can't quit," Li Qiang retorted arrogantly, his eyes narrowing.
"Think about it. I have places to be. Muchen!" he called out abruptly, standing up and leaving Xin Yi alone in the room. Li Qiang exited to his car, and as he was about to close the door, Xin Yi grabbed hold of it.
"I will never work for you," she declared, her voice resolute. With that, she walked out through the main gate, her steps firm and determined.
Li Qiang closed the door, and his bodyguards swiftly drove the car away. Meanwhile, inside, Li Qiang sat elegantly on a long sofa, his legs crossed. His bodyguards restrained a man in his forties with their hands.
"You haven't returned the money you borrowed almost five months ago, which you promised to repay after one month," Li Qiang stated firmly, his demeanor unforgiving.
"I promise I will pay, I just got a lot of work," the man in his forties pleaded desperately, his voice trembling.
"Old man, shouldn't you know better than to borrow money you can't return? Beat him up," Li Qiang ordered coldly. Two of his bodyguards immediately started assaulting the man, their fists landing with sickening thuds.
"Mr. Guo, I promise I will pay, please," the man begged amidst the beating, his voice breaking.
"I can't promise I will let you go," Li Qiang remarked, his tone unwavering as he watched the brutal scene unfold, his expression impassive.
After an hour of relentless beating, Li Qiang finally instructed his bodyguards to stop. The old man's face was a mass of bruises and fresh cuts, his breathing ragged.
"Mr. Da, I'll give you a week to pay your debt," Li Qiang stated, uncrossing his legs as he stood up. He walked confidently towards the door, his bodyguards trailing behind. Suddenly, he pushed them aside and swiftly drew a gun, shooting the man dead without hesitation.
In reality, Li Qiang knew the man had been paid to kill him, so he preemptively took action. With deliberate slowness, he walked back to his car, his demeanor calm and collected. The door was opened for him, and he settled into the seat with an air of authority, flanked by his loyal bodyguards.
At night, Xin Yi sat in her male outfit on a plastic chair outside a hotpot shop, accompanied by Muchen and a girl friend with long brown hair and a cute face. The air was filled with the aroma of sizzling meat and spicy broth, mingling with the chatter of diners.
Xin Yi absentmindedly put chopsticks in her mouth, not picking up any food, as she stared at Muchen.
"Ay, Master, eat the food. It's your favorite, pork intestines. Just ea—"
"Muchen, you lied to Xin Xin, saying you work as a bodyguard for a top company, but we looked it up. What job does your Mr. Guo do?" Ru Xuan demanded, glaring at Muchen for an answer.
"Um, he's... he's in a mafia," Muchen confessed reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?!" Xuan Xuan exclaimed. "You don't seem surprised, Master Xin," she observed, confused by Xin Yi's nonchalant reaction.
"You know, Xuan Xuan, I've known about it for a long time. He doesn't know that I know. The day you asked for my help was the day I found out for sure,And you, Muchen! You work for a mafia," Xin Yi stated calmly, taking a swig of beer straight from the bottle. The cold liquid slid down her throat, a stark contrast to the heated conversation.
"That's why I need you to work for him. If not, I'll be killed by my master because he said he will kill me. Master, you'll be paid handsomely, I promise," Muchen pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"Muchen! You have a death wish," Ru Xuan remarked sternly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
"Hey, I'm talking to Master," Muchen silenced her, his urgency palpable, his voice trembling slightly.
"I'll think about it," Xin Yi finally replied, looking directly at Muchen. Her gaze was steady, but her mind raced with possibilities.
"Really?" Muchen's face lit up with hope, his relief almost tangible.
"Xin Xin, are you sure you're going to leave martial arts?" Ru Xuan asked, her expression filled with concern, her brows furrowing.
"No, why would I? Being a bodyguard is just a part-time job. I have other plans," Xin Yi replied with a grin, her confidence evident. The grin was mischievous, hinting at secrets yet to be revealed.
The statement sent chills down Xuan's and Muchen's spines. They exchanged worried glances, the weight of Xin Yi's words sinking in.
"Master is really up to no good," Xuan whispered to Muchen, who nodded in agreement, their worry deepening. The night air was thick with unspoken fears and the scent of sizzling meat from the hotpot shop, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in their hearts.