Du Han stared blankly at the boy in front of him, who was much shorter but seemed to exude more authority than he did. The boy’s white shirt hung loosely outside his pants, with the top two buttons undone, giving him an extremely relaxed and casual appearance.
However, that handsome face was completely expressionless, and even his beautiful starry eyes carried a cold glimmer. His hands were in his pockets, and his chin was slightly raised, making him look aloof and extraordinarily imposing.
A person , even without knowing his true abilities, would make anyone think he was exceptionally capable and bound to achieve great things.
But when the boy uttered the words ’not suitable’ in such a posture, Du Han couldn’t deny feeling very disappointed, a sense of not being appreciated. What puzzled Du Han more was how everything seemed to imply he was being retained, yet looking at the boy’s appearance now... it seemed like there was no chance...
Thinking this, Du Han lowered his eyes. If he left this place, where in Qing City could accommodate them?
"...I am not suitable for Nine Pavilion... what about my brothers?" Du Han asked, unwilling to give up.
"You are not suitable for Nine Pavilion, and your brothers are even less suitable," the boy said directly. Seeing Du Han’s disappointed look, his starry eyes flickered, knowing the moment was ripe. Then, the boy’s cold voice sounded, "But, you are suitable for X Group."
Du Han’s head jerked up, his eyes shining as he looked at Bi Xia, quickly asking, "What does Mr. Jiu mean?"
As he spoke, Du Han realized his question was a bit impolite, so he scratched his head, the sturdy man of over six feet actually blushing with embarrassment.
Glancing at Du Han, Bi Xia sat back on the sofa, "If you can’t speak properly, then shut up. Actions speak louder than words a thousand times over; this is the first requirement of a top bodyguard."
Hearing Bi Xia’s words, Du Han grinned instantly, "Mr. Jiu means we can stay?"
Bi Xia raised his eyes indifferently, "You can stay because with your special forces background, you have a certain level of ability. But your brothers, I’m not so sure about them."
"...Bring them for an interview tomorrow. Those who pass will start training immediately. For those who don’t but still want to join, they can enter basic training. If they pass the initial stages, they can train with you."
Did this... mean they had succeeded?
Du Han, who initially felt resistant, suddenly seemed like a different person, grinning foolishly. Ye Xiao, seeing this, clicked his tongue coldly, "Such a big oaf playing dumb and cute, doesn’t even realize he’s way past the age for that."
Looking down at his phone, Meng Chi turned his gaze to Ye Xiao at his words, making Ye Xiao shiver under his stare. "What are you looking at?"
Snickering, Meng Chi shrugged, continuing to play his mobile game, seemingly nonchalant. "Nothing, just checking if you’re still at the age for acting cute and dumb."
It’s rare in life to find a match or a true confidant. Ever since joining Nine Pavilion, Ye Xiao realized Meng Chi embodied both these qualities.
Firstly, they both sought their beautiful leader’s attention. Secondly, Meng Chi’s personality surprisingly complemented Ye Xiao’s. The two bickered constantly, but because they were both part of Nine Pavilion, even though they often disagreed and couldn’t see eye to eye, they understood each other and jointly protected Bi Xia.
Ye Xiao shrugged, "I just can’t stand it. How did such a big oaf catch our beautiful leader’s eye?" For origınal chapters go to novel·fire.net
"Because he’s from the special forces, with a fiery personality tempered by a soldier’s instinct to follow orders," Meng Chi said.
Ye Xiao frowned, "Then why did he kill the enemy’s informant?"
Meng Chi glanced at Ye Xiao with disdain, "Don’t you know what a frame-up is? Or maybe you should know that when someone steps on your toes, not dealing with them is a waste of air."
Ye Xiao thought for a moment, then clapped his hands in realization, "I get it, like Yuan Hai, who brought it upon himself and couldn’t avoid death."
Patting Ye Xiao appreciatively, Meng Chi said, "Good, you’re learning to draw parallels."
Ye Xiao: ...You. Son. Of. A. Bitch!