"Bodyguard? Let me tell you, I don't come cheap. If you're talking a few measly million, don't bother me," Song Yun arrogantly sprawled across the bed and said.
"We will definitely satisfy you with the price. Come to the president's office at Hongtu Group tomorrow. Whatever price you name, we'll pay it. How does that sound?" the old man replied very subserviently.
"Aren't you afraid I'll take the money and run, not doing the job?" Song Yun teased idly.
"Heh heh, with your reputation in the industry, we're more than willing to trust you to protect someone," the old man laughed obsequiously, his laughter grating like an unoiled mechanism.
Bullshit, Song Yun thought. If it weren't for the reliable powers backing the dark web, you wouldn't trust someone like me, with hands stained with blood, to protect anyone. But it seems like the client has quite the backing, offering to pay any price I ask. Tch, I guess I'll do them the favor of taking this last job. After this, I'll wash my hands of this life and live like a god.
Early the next morning, he got out of bed. After running dozens of laps around the quad, he returned to his room, took a bath, and prepared a delicious breakfast. Watching Li Shishi emerge from her room with sleepy eyes after eight, Song Yun's eyeballs nearly popped out.
Li Shishi, probably used to her own home, didn't seem aware that her straps had slipped off her shoulders after waking up, revealing much of her soft chest. The sight was as tempting as it was inviting.
Perhaps feeling Song Yun's invasive gaze, Li Shishi suddenly remembered she was now cohabiting with this bastard. Following his dumbstruck gaze downward, the quad echoed with the day's most spirited scream.
A moment later, Li Shishi emerged from her room, having changed and freshened up, a delicate blush painting her cheeks. She sat opposite Song Yun and stared at him silently, making him feel like he was committing a grave sin just by eating his pancake.
"Look, if you want some food, help yourself. Why the hell are you staring at me? Do you expect me to feed you too?" Song Yun muttered, feeling guilty.
"Forget everything you just saw, or else..." Li Shishi made a throat-slitting gesture, threatening him with her ugly, shrewish expression.
"Cut it out, I've seen it before."
"Say that again, I dare you, I dare you!" Li Shishi lunged and grabbed Song Yun's collar, shaking it back and forth like a shrew.
"Hey, let go, you home-wrecker! This shirt cost me hundreds, what if you tear it?" Song Yun grumbled, placing a breakfast in front of Li Shishi. "Hurry up and eat; go to work. I've got things to do today, no time to mess around with you."
"Oh, all dressed up nice and smart today, trying to seduce that pretty little thing, huh? It's not the girl next door, is it?" Li Shishi mocked, seeing Song Yun in a suit. "I'd advise you to drop any silly ideas you have. If my granddad finds out, he'll probably break your third leg along with the rest of you."
"You... I..." Song Yun, frustrated, stuffed the pancake into Li Shishi's mouth and said gruffly, "You talk too much; even eating can't shut you up."
"Getting all bashful now," Li Shishi mumbled indistinctly with her mouth full. "But still somewhat respectable looking."
"I'm full, I'm heading out first. Remember to lock the door when you leave," Song Yun stated. In this world, only women and petty men are difficult to maintain; the ancients didn't deceive me.
Arriving at Hongtu Group, Song Yun straightened his suit and looked at the imposing building in the center of Sunan City. Since it was work hours, most of the white-collar workers wore suits or business attire, including some female office workers sporting black stockings and a fine pair of legs.
Song Yun swallowed hard, relishing in the sight of the stockings and shapely figures. Such a sight revitalized his spirit, and he couldn't help but think Hongtu Group wasn't half bad. If he could enjoy so many beautiful legs every day, perhaps a slight drop in the fee would be acceptable.
Shaking his head, Song Yun banished the inappropriate thoughts and entered the building. Approaching the properly dressed receptionist, he asked, "Excuse me, where is the president's office?"
"Sir, do you have an appointment?" The receptionist, pleased with Song Yun's tailored attire and the prospect of him being a client seeking the president, flirted enough to make Song Yun struggle to maintain his composure.
"Mr. Shura, I was worried about you coming in without guidance, and I have been waiting for a while now. Please follow me this way," before Song Yun could flirt with the receptionist, an old man with a stooped back appeared before him.
The receptionist could only watch as Song Yun was led away by the old man into the president's private elevator, stamping her foot with regret. The man she had just encountered must be someone of high status, otherwise, he wouldn't be using the president's private elevator. Oh, if only she had gotten his phone number.
Once inside the elevator, Song Yun crossed his arms and regarded the old man coldly. To approach him unnoticed and lead him away without resistance—the elder had to be a master.
"I'm curious about who I'm supposed to protect. With someone like you, a master of Internal Boxing at your peak, why do you need me?" Song Yun asked coldly, alert around the old man.
After pressing the button for the nineteenth floor, the old man smiled disarmingly at Song Yun and said, "Mr. Shura, I can't always be by her side, and there are many details that need to be discussed after meeting each other. Informing you in private beforehand wouldn't be too helpful."
"I'm quite curious about who I need to protect now."
When the elevator stopped, Song Yun saw a line of bodyguards at the door. As they moved to search him, the old man leading the way stopped them. It was a joke to think that Shura, who had achieved a hundred kills in the industry, would not go berserk if he wanted to; even the old man might not be able to stop him completely. Moreover, antagonizing someone like Shura was a completely irrational choice.
"Mr. Shura, the employer will arrive shortly, for now, please have a cup of tea and wait," the old man said respectfully.
"No problem, I have plenty of time," Song Yun surveyed the president's office. Other than being luxuriously minimalistic, there wasn't much else to it—no ostentatious paintings on the walls like some nouveau riche abroad. The office was dominated by white tones, emanating a clean and tidy atmosphere. Song Yun started to feel some anticipation for the yet unseen employer.