"Oh no, how am I going to explain this to Grandpa? If I tell him I went to be a hero and almost got myself killed, will he scold me?"
The two bodyguards remained silent, both fully aware that they would likely be scolded and even beaten for this.
"Bodyguard sister, please save me! Help me think of a way to deal with this!"
"I can't help you." The bodyguard shrugged, looking helpless.
"Bodyguard, do you have any good ideas?"
"I'm sorry, Third Young Master, I'm all brawn and no brains, I really don't have any good ideas."
The bodyguard knew very well that if he helped the Third Young Master devise a plan to deal with Old Master Han, would he still have a good life in the future?
You have to understand, it's Old Master Han who pays his salary, and Old Master Han is his real boss. He can't afford to offend the big boss for the sake of the young master!
Han Chengshan looked worried. They were almost home when he shouted, "Uncle Tie, slow down! You're driving too fast! I haven't figured out what to do yet!"
Uncle Tie honked the horn forcefully, sounding extremely agitated: "You're the one who told me to drive faster, and now you're telling me to drive slower! You're such a difficult young master to please!"
Little Fatty quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Uncle Tie, think about it, you earn a million a year, so it's normal for you to be a little difficult to please. Money isn't that easy to earn, is it? When you were working for the principal, you lived a really tough life, barely making any money, only 9,999 a month!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Tie instantly felt better: "You're right, money is hard to earn, and life is tough! Earning a million a year is definitely harder than earning a hundred thousand!"
Uncle Tie then asked the bodyguard, "My friend, how much do you earn in a year?"
The bodyguard snorted coldly: "We signed a confidentiality agreement, so we can't say."
Uncle Tie clenched his fist: "You defeated opponent, have I been too kind to you? Let's get off the bus and fight!"
The bodyguard said irritably, "If you're so good, why don't you have a gunfight with me! Let's see who's a better shot!"
Uncle Tie glanced at him coldly and said, "Guns cannot be used in China."
The bodyguard's anger instantly subsided.
He was deeply distressed, feeling that all his skills were useless and he was like a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs.
This guy has an iron arm; it's practically cheating. Yet, I really can't beat him.
"Go ahead and ask," the bodyguard said helplessly, choosing to be pragmatic.
Uncle Tie smiled maliciously: "Tell me in detail how much money you can earn in a month, how much you can earn in a year, and what subsidies you receive!"
"What business is it of yours how much money I get? You expect to get the same amount of money as me?" the bodyguard sneered.
Uncle Tie waved his fist: "You're my defeated opponent, there's no reason why a defeated opponent should make more money than me! Stop talking nonsense and tell me!"
"10,000 M gold per month, you can calculate the Dragon Country currency yourself based on the exchange rate. In order to protect the Third Young Master, I infiltrated the school and found a job as a gardener. The pay is not bad, 6,000 Dragon Country currency per month, plus meal allowance, transportation allowance, etc. Since I am not a Dragon Country citizen, I do not need to pay social security. The school will calculate a separate amount for me, after deducting taxes, and I can get my monthly income."
"Damn it!" Uncle Tie roared, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead. "Even a gardener makes more money than me! This part-time job you're doing pays more than me!"
He wished he could go back and slap the principal twice across the face!
"No, I need to listen to some music to relax, otherwise I'm going to explode with anger!" Uncle Tie said, turning on the car radio in frustration.
A bombshell news report came over the radio: the fire was extinguished in time, but dozens of school staff members perished in the flames. The exact number of deaths is still pending official notification from relevant departments.
Uncle Tie slammed on the brakes, his eyes wide with terror, muttering, "What happened? They're all dead?"
The bodyguard said slowly, her face expressionless, "Not all of them are dead."
The bodyguard chuckled with a wicked grin, revealing a row of white teeth. "That's right, there's still one survivor stepping on the brakes."
Uncle Tie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face pale. "Who set the fire? Everyone except me... is dead?"
He couldn't help but feel fortunate to be alive. If he hadn't sought refuge with the Third Young Master, he might have become a charred corpse in the sea of fire.
"Third Young Master, thanks to you, you are my benefactor!"
Han Chengshan waved his hand, a helpless smile on his face. "Uncle Tie, you saved yourself."
To keep Uncle Tie by his side, Han Chengshan naturally wanted to find out more about him. He had already asked Xiao Pang and found out that Uncle Tie was actually someone the principal had arranged to stay at the school. He rarely took action, and when he did, it was only to deal with those level 10 school bullies and some very troublesome troublemakers.
Many students become school bullies because they do have some martial arts skills. They learned martial arts when they were young, and inevitably a few of them are very good at fighting. At this time, all the school instructors are defeated, and Uncle Tie is needed to step in and suppress them.
So Uncle Tie didn't usually bully other students; he only occasionally took action to suppress a few people.
Those who were suppressed were indeed not good people; they were sent to an internet addiction school for reformation because they bullied their classmates outside. It can be said that evil people will be punished by evil people. Uncle Tie was at most punishing bad students; his hands were relatively clean.
"Third Young Master, what you should be worried about is how to explain to your grandfather that there are two extra people," the bodyguard kindly reminded him, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
Han Chengshan's heart tightened, and his face turned even uglier. He had almost gotten himself killed by coming home late trying to be a hero, and now he was back with two people. He was doomed. Not only would his grandfather scold him, but his violent second sister might also beat him up.
"Bodyguard sister, you have to save me! You have to explain for me!" Han Chengshan grabbed the bodyguard sister's hand, his eyes filled with pleading, tears welling up in his eyes. "Please put in a good word for me, don't let my second sister beat me up!"
The bodyguard forcefully pulled her hand back, a hint of apology on her face. "I'm sorry, I can't help you. You can't escape this 'care' from your own sister, Third Young Master."
"Oh no, I promised my sister I'd take her blanket home to air it out, but I just disappeared! My sister must have been waiting for ages!"
"Third Young Master, we've arrived." Uncle Tie's voice came, and it sounded like a death knell, making Han Chengshan's heart sink.
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