“You’re not the Young Master Feng of the past anymore. Wake up; this isn’t a place you can afford to spend money at anymore.”
“The Feng family’s assets have been auctioned off one by one over the last few days. I bet Young Master Feng will have to sleep on the streets tonight. How pitiful. If Young Master Feng is willing to lower himself and lick my shoes clean, I’ll give you a kennel to sleep in for a bit. What do you say, Young Master Feng? Hahaha…”
At the entrance of the clubhouse, several teenagers laughed arrogantly, their eyes filled with blatant schadenfreude.
Below the steps, the youth clenched his fists, his bloodshot eyes glaring intensely at the laughing group.
“What are you glaring at? Glare again and I’ll gouge your eyes out. Still think you’re the Eldest Young Master of the Feng Group? Wake up, your family is finished.”
“Shut up!” Feng Yueyang rushed forward like a madman, brawling with the group.
Two fists were no match for four hands, let alone his weak, untrained body. He was quickly surrounded, and a rain of fists fell upon his chest and back.
Feng Yueyang nearly bit through his lip. The metallic taste of blood spread through his mouth, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the despair in his heart.
Just a few days ago, he was still the Eldest Young Master of the Feng Group, a man of power and influence in Chuncheng. These bastards couldn’t suck up to him fast enough back then.
Yet in a single night, the world had turned upside down.
His father was dead, the company was bankrupt, and their assets had been auctioned off. Now, he had been reduced to a stray dog, cruelly humiliated by people he once looked down upon.
Might as well just die, Feng Yueyang thought despairingly.
Once the group was tired of beating him, they spat on him and ordered the security guards at the entrance to throw him far away so he wouldn’t affect the clubhouse’s business.
Feng Yueyang was tossed into a roadside flowerbed like a tattered rag.
After an unknown amount of time, just when he felt like he might truly be dying, a cold voice reached his ears.
“Hey, are you dead yet?”
Feng Yueyang thought bitterly: A tiger in the plains is bullied by dogs.
Weakly opening his eyes under the dim yellow streetlights, he looked straight into a pair of pitch-black eyes that seemed like a whirlpool, drawing one’s soul in.
While he was in a daze, the person reached out and checked his pulse, soon nodding in satisfaction.
“Your body is a bit weak. If you lay in the flowerbed all night, I’d have to collect your corpse tomorrow morning.”
As soon as Feng Yueyang opened his mouth, he broke into a violent coughing fit. His chest throbbed with a dull, intense pain. That kid Li Liang had specifically kicked him in the chest. He would remember this; a gentleman always settles his debts.
Then he thought bitterly: In this pathetic state, how can I get revenge?
“Get up. You won’t die.”
The person’s tone was cold, and Feng Yueyang even detected a hint of disdain.
He propped himself up and scrambled to his feet. “What… what do you want?”
He was penniless now. All he had left was a decent face. Was this person trying to take advantage of him?
Feng Yueyang immediately crossed his arms defensively, staring at the other party with a hostile gaze.
The person was dressed in black, making it impossible to see their features clearly.
If it came down to it, he would fight with everything he had.
While his mind was racing with wild thoughts, the person turned and walked away.
After a few steps, she glanced back at him. “Do you really want me to collect your corpse tomorrow morning?”
Feng Yueyang followed her, full of suspicion and uncertainty.
The person walked to the back door of the clubhouse and instructed him, “Wait here.”
Then, with a flash of shadow, she was gone.
“Holy shit.”
Feng Yueyang couldn’t help but shiver. It was like seeing a ghost.
In less than two minutes, something suddenly slammed down at his feet. Feng Yueyang, who had been resting against the wall, jumped in fright. Looking closer, it was actually a person.
The person let out a groan of pain.
Feng Yueyang’s sharp ears recognized the voice as Li Liang’s. It was the same Li Liang who had been mocking him so wildly and who had hit him the hardest.
The person crossed her arms and said calmly, “Do I still need to teach you what to do?”
Feng Yueyang rolled up his sleeves and slammed his fists into Li Liang’s face. To hell with everything else; he was going to beat him first.
Soon, Li Liang was barely breathing, slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.
Feng Yueyang shook his aching hand. “Thanks.”
The person took out a phone and dialed a number. “Hello, 120? There’s someone in need of emergency rescue at the back door of the Crown Clubhouse.”
Feng Yueyang: “…” What kind of move was that?
Shen Youan hung up the phone. “Let’s go.”
Feng Yueyang limped after her. “Why are you helping me? Who are you?”
Shen Youan threw him a piece of paper.
Under the streetlights, Feng Yueyang looked closely. It was an employment contract.
Seeing the name of Party A, Feng Yueyang’s pupils constricted, and he couldn’t help but crumple the thin paper.
Party A, Feng Chi, employs Party B, Dan Huang, as the private bodyguard for Party C, Feng Yueyang. The contract period is one year. During this period, Party B is responsible for Party C’s personal safety; otherwise, it will be considered a breach of contract, requiring a penalty payment of twenty million.
Both Party A and Party B had already affixed their personal seals.
A pen was handed to him. “Sign it.”
With bloodshot eyes, Feng Yueyang looked up. “When is this from?”
Shen Youan raised an eyebrow. “Your father knew his situation was precarious and made plans for you in advance. Do not waste your father’s intentions.”
Feng Yueyang’s fingers trembled as he took the pen and signed his name in the Party C column.
The contract was in duplicate. Shen Youan checked them and folded one, putting it into her pocket.
“Alright. From now on, you are my employer. I will be responsible for your safety for the next year. If you accidentally die during this time, the penalty… well, since you have no descendants, I’ll just burn it for you.”
Feng Yueyang’s lip twitched. “Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome.”
A sedan pulled up at the roadside. Shen Youan opened the door. “After you, Young Master Feng.”
Feng Yueyang grit his teeth and climbed into the car. Shen Youan followed, and the sedan slowly drove away.
“Where are we going?” Feng Yueyang had a strange feeling he was being taken to have his organs harvested; his voice trembled slightly.
The driver picked up a stack of documents from the passenger seat and handed them to Feng Yueyang.
Feng Yueyang instinctively glanced at Shen Youan, who nodded.
Only then did Feng Yueyang take them and start reading.
His face grew darker as he read. “So it really was him.”
Although Feng Yueyang loved to play, he wasn’t stupid. He had entertained suspicions ever since his father’s company started having trouble, but he lacked evidence.
Feng Yueyang gripped the documents, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
He gritted his teeth. “Xie Beichun, you and I are irreconcilable enemies.”
Thinking of something, he suddenly turned to look at the person sitting next to him.
The person was shrouded in darkness, her gender indistinguishable, appearing incredibly mysterious.
“Why are you helping me?”
“It seems you’re not that stupid. Have you heard the saying? The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Feng Yueyang narrowed his eyes. The atmosphere in the dim car interior was heavy.
Now, he had no other choice. He could only try to trust the person before him.
He reached out his hand. “Pleasure working with you.”
The person didn’t shake his hand but threw something at him.
Feng Yueyang caught it instinctively, and when he saw what it was, he almost dropped it.
It was a handgun.
The heavy, cold metal to the touch told him this was no imitation toy gun.
“I’m busy and won’t have much time to spend by your side, so keep something for self-defense.”
After the initial shock, Feng Yueyang calmed down.
Men have a unique instinct for handguns; the moment he touched it, his very soul trembled.