The man was accompanied by four bodyguards, but when he saw Ye Tian descending from the sky, he was startled and instinctively took a few steps back, shouting, "Who are you!"
Ye Tian stared at him and asked, "Was that you cursing just now?"
The man scoffed, "So what if it was? What are you wailing about? Your crying sounds goddamn awful!"
"Boom!"
A foot shot out, kicking the man with lightning speed. He grunted and was sent flying several meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.
After landing, a surge of air was trapped in his chest, leaving him with a livid complexion.
His bodyguards were shocked and quickly helped him up. However, the man couldn't breathe and frantically patted his chest, but it offered no relief.
Half a minute later, he was on the verge of suffocating. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and immediately knelt before Ye Tian, bowing his head to the ground and apologizing.
Ye Tian slapped him across the face. The man then took a deep breath and could breathe again.
The bodyguards were astonished. What kind of technique was this? Maintaining their professionalism, they immediately surrounded the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man gasped for air a few times, then stared intently at Ye Tian and asked, "Are you a martial arts master?"
Ye Tian replied, "What do you think?"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said, "Master, if I give you a large sum of money, can you be my bodyguard?"
Ye Tian retorted, "Be your bodyguard? Just because you cursed at me earlier?"
The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped himself, exclaiming, "Master, I was wrong! I am not human, I deserve to die!"
Ye Tian said calmly, "Tell me, who are you, and why do you want me to protect you."
The middle-aged man then explained the entire story to Ye Tian in detail.
It turned out the middle-aged man was named Zhang Siwei. He was here today to pay respects to his son, a fifteen-year-old boy who had recently passed away.
Zhang Siwei started his career at fifteen, saved some money by twenty-five, and began trading. He was daring and adventurous, often traveling alone to transport goods. By thirty-five, he had amassed a fortune of tens of millions.
Later, he made several investments, and his assets soared to over a billion. He was now a prominent figure in Haicheng, a man of status and influence.
His son, Zhang Xiaofan, was mischievous from a young age. He refused to study at thirteen, spending his days playing games at home or hanging out with his bad influences.
Last month, Zhang Xiaofan went out with a group of delinquents. In the early morning, they encountered a lone girl. The girl was beautiful, and they had malicious intentions, wanting to play a prank on her.
Unexpectedly, the girl had a bodyguard. A shadowy figure emerged and in a few moves, subdued all the young men.
The attacker was brutal. Of the group of youths, four were severely injured, and three were incapacitated on the spot. The one who died was Zhang Xiaofan.
With a death, the incident escalated. The police launched an investigation but found nothing.
Zhang Siwei felt something was amiss and hired people to discreetly inquire. Through these inquiries, he learned that he had offended someone he shouldn't have.
The girl was the beloved daughter of Wang Huchen, a powerful martial artist from Jiangbei. The one who killed his son was Wang Huchen's bodyguard.
Even more terrifyingly, not long after, he received a call from someone claiming to be Wang Huchen. The caller told him to prepare a coffin, stating that someone would soon take his life and that he should make arrangements for his funeral.
Zhang Siwei lived in constant fear, unable to sleep, and sought help from friends and experts, but no one dared to get involved.
Believing he was going to die, he came to the cemetery to visit his son. Due to his agitated state, he cursed when he heard the crying of Ye Shaodong and Ye Tian.
After listening to his account, Ye Tian asked, "How much are you willing to pay me?"
Zhang Siwei held up one finger: "One hundred million! If you can protect me and my wife, I'll give you one hundred million!"