Chapter 35: Could There Be Two Transmigrators? The Flood Washed Over the Dragon King Temple…
“It’s you! Put your hands up!”
The long line of security guards split into two two meters away from Le Can. Moving swiftly, they flanked the youth, who stood in a relaxed and natural posture, surrounding him.
The tall and sturdy security personnel wore fierce expressions, their bodies forming a tight encirclement. Each held a handheld metal detector in one hand and a black rubber baton in the other.
Someone unaware of the situation might have thought they were guarding against some heinous villain.
But anyone daring to take a closer look would realize that the person standing in the center of the circle was hardly someone to be trifled with. It was clearly a tall, slender, and overall rather thin young man!
Le Can stood his ground, glancing indifferently at the team leader who had shouted, his smile not reaching his eyes. His two well-proportioned arms hung by his sides; he did not raise them to accept the inspection as demanded.
It seemed his actions last time had kept certain people’s nerves taut until now.
Le Can lowered his eyelids, first glancing at the air tube earpiece of the walkie-talkie by the leader’s ear, then slowly raising his gaze to look at the tightly shut gates of the Le family villa in the distance.
“Did you hear me? Put your hands up!”
The youth gave a soft scoff, ignoring the warning that rang in his ears again. He lifted his foot and, as if entering an unpeopled land, walked straight toward the villa gates.
The security personnel instantly raised their rubber batons, fifty or sixty centimeters long, aiming the tips at the approaching Le Can.
“Warning! Do not attempt to intrude, or we will use coercive measures!”
Intrude?
Le Can couldn’t help but want to laugh.
But the laugh vanished the second it was born, feeling dull and tasteless. Aside from Le Can, probably no one knew it had ever existed.
Coercive measures?
Really, so scary…
His inner voice sounded leisurely as the youth stepped forward until the end of his collarbone pressed against a rubber baton.
The tip of the rubber baton had tiny spikes, like a miniature rubber mace. Through his clothes, the pain on his shoulder wasn’t intense.
But as he pushed forward against the force, the body of the rubber baton bent under the pressure from both ends. The spikes sank deeper into the soft flesh, and a dull pain gradually intensified.
The coercive measures Le Can expected did not arrive.
The thunder was loud, but the rain was small. Feeling a bit regretful, he moved his finger away from the emergency alarm button on his phone and sighed in boredom.
Having tested their attitude, Le Can immediately raised his hand to swat away the obstructive rubber baton and snatched the walkie-talkie from the security leader’s pocket.
right in front of the caught-off-guard leader, the youth cleanly pressed the PTT button on the walkie-talkie, raised his chin slightly, and leaned in close to the microphone.
“Le Wenxin, I know you’re listening.”
Unfortunately, one has to release the PTT button to switch to receiving mode to hear the other side.
Unable to know Le Wenxin’s reaction immediately, Le Can lost interest in playing slowly with them.
“What? Want to pin a crime of illegal trespassing on me?”
The youth’s face was so cold it was devoid of expression. “Do you want me to review for you exactly how this house fell into your hands?”
After speaking, Le Can didn’t care if there was a reply.
Across the distance and screens, how could it be as vivid as seeing it in person?
He tossed the walkie-talkie back toward the security guard and prepared to personally inspect the other party’s reaction.
The leader hurriedly scrambled to catch the walkie-talkie. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Le Can brushing past him and quickly chased after him, blocking the youth’s path.
“No! You haven’t passed the inspection; you can’t leave yet!”
The dumbfounded security personnel snapped back to reality and followed their captain. Like chicks following a mother hen, they once again surrounded Le Can tightly in the center.
However, this time, what was thrust in Le Can’s face changed from rubber batons to handheld metal detectors.
The long, flat black machines looked exactly like the laundry beaters—commonly known as wooden clubs—that Le Can often saw people using by the river when he was a child.
The first time Le Can saw this kind of handheld metal detector was during the most important exams of his life.
Later, when he stepped out of the small village alone, he realized that this thing, which amazed them every time it went beep, was extremely common outside.
Seeing it again after many years, Le Can no longer had the novelty and wonder of his childhood.
Just like family—once lost, then thought to be regained. After the disappointment, one can never retrieve that pure feeling of expectation and joy…
Some things burn out. Even if ignited again, there isn’t much left to fuel the burning.
Moreover, Le Can had “emotional cleanliness” and preferred to go without rather than settle for less. He wasn’t the type to desperately try to fill a void regardless of the consequences just because something was missing.
And this emotion didn’t just refer to romantic love, but also familial love, friendship, etc.
For example, the relatives he was stuck with in this life, Le Wenxin’s family, were destined for the trash can… and Le Can had no fetish for reaching into the trash to pick things up.
He was just a little curious.
Given Le Wenxin’s family’s nature, plus how thoroughly he had offended them before, Le Can didn’t believe that when they hired these security guards, they hadn’t given some extra suggestions on how to “entertain” him.
But… facing a group of eight-foot-tall men who looked nervous, resulting in even more terrifying expressions, yet who had consistently failed to inflict any substantial harm, Le Can’s cold expression softened like melting ice.
Evidently, those suggestions had not been adopted.
Besides that, Le Can hadn’t seen people like “wooden clubs” for a long time—and a whole group of them at that.
To insert an explanation: “wooden club” (bangchui) here carries no derogatory meaning. It purely describes a person who is simple-minded, honest to a fault, rigid, and doesn’t know how to be flexible.
If asked whether Le Can carried extra emotion when using “wooden club” to describe them? That would probably be a bit of “resentment that iron doesn’t become steel” (frustration at their lack of ambition).
What financial future is there in selling your life for Le Wenxin?!
He tilted his head slightly to look at the security leader, who had been fumbling busily with both hands since gaining an extra item, seemingly unsure how to balance everything.
He was genuinely curious: which security company trained such a group of solid-hearted employees?
Le Can had the mind to observe, and soon, on the uniform attire of the surrounding people, he saw the golden text embroidered on the sleeves—Simple Security?
Confirming he hadn’t seen it wrong, the youth with peach blossom eyes blinked slowly, carrying a bit of confusion.
Simple Security?
Just such a simple name?
A clever person who could come up with and choose such a name… no wonder the people under him also had a simple appearance.
For example, the security leader who finally shoved the rubber baton into the back of his waistband, secured the walkie-talkie, and carefully held only the metal detector.
He even adjusted the direction of the metal detector from time to time, afraid that if he held one pose for too long, the young man opposite him would forcefully push forward again without greeting.
Le Can had ways to deal with stupid people and smart people, but facing honest people who strictly abided by the rules, all his tricks misfired.
Just as he was thinking about just going through the motions and agreeing to the security check…
Suddenly, a loud shout came from not far behind: “Who is it?! What are you doing?!”
Le Can turned his head and, through the gaps in the crowd, saw Yuan Cheng rushing over with an expression of shock and anger, holding the jar of stinky brine in both hands.
He subconsciously reached out a hand.
Not to catch the person, but that jar of stinky brine had cost Le Can quite a bit of talking and money; it absolutely could not be smashed before he sent it out!
Yuan Cheng’s voice was loud, quickly attracting Xi Yun, who had just finished a few phone calls, as well as Xie Jun, who had been waiting for Yin Wuyu to come with her.
The group walked up quickly. Just as Le Can was thinking about whether to speak up and help explain, he heard the security leader suddenly blurt out:
“Wuyu, what are ya doin’ here?”
In his urgency, his dialect slipped out.
Yin Wuyu, whose emotions rarely changed, also showed a hint of surprise on his face: “I came with my employer… Uncle Xiong, why are you all here?”
Hearing that Yin Wuyu came with his employer, everyone from Simple Security put on awkward expressions. The items they were holding up were silently hidden behind their backs.
Hearing this, Xi Yun and Xie Jun, who had looked tense, returned to their usual calm. The latter’s face even showed a bit of curiosity and nervousness.
Le Can seized the opportunity. While Yuan Cheng’s hand holding the jar paused in mid-air, he deftly snatched the item over.
Once the object was steady in his palm, he spared a thought to look at the two groups who obviously knew each other.
Uncle Xiong, over forty years old, was a bit cramped. “Sigh, isn’t it just that we had nothing to do, so I took everyone to pick up a part-time job.”
Who knew the flood would wash over the Dragon King temple—family not recognizing family!
In the interval of their conversation, finally seeing clearly what was written on the other party’s clothes, Yuan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He squeezed to Le Can’s side and snatched the stinky brine back into his own hands again.
Even a jar with a “zesty” smell had to be fought over.
Le Can glanced at the young lad stretching his neck out happily and, feeling indescribable inside, let him be.
Yuan Cheng: “Brother-in-law, Simple Security, do you know who they are?”
Le Can cooperated by shaking his head.
His gossipy heart satisfied, Yuan Cheng grinned, showing his teeth. “Hehe, Brother Wuyu—Yin Wuyu came out of Simple Security.”
Le Can had guessed.
But the moment the guess was confirmed, he still couldn’t help being surprised.
After all, Yin Wuyu in a suit and leather shoes with a perfect model figure, and a group of big men who looked like gangsters but were actually as honest as Uncle Xiong’s surname (Xiong = Bear)… no matter how you looked at it, they were two completely different styles.
Yuan Cheng continued to whisper the background: “The Jian family made their fortune early on by ‘shoveling earth’ (tomb raiding/scavenging), and the later generations continued it, upgrading to the antique business.”
“Now, any antique street worth its name has their Jian family’s Ya Yun Ancient Workshop.”
Yuan Cheng paused here deliberately, and sure enough, within two seconds, he met Le Can’s eyes filled with inquisitive doubt.
“Currently, there are two people in the younger generation of the Jian family. The older brother, Jian Yu, inherited the family business and carried forward Ya Yun Ancient Workshop. The younger brother, Jian Minglang, opened a security company which is also flourishing.”
Saying this, Yuan Cheng smacked his lips as if wanting to say more, looking slightly regretful.
“Brother-in-law, tell me, they are all outstanding youths in the circle without elders above them. Why didn’t Aunt Nian leave a younger brother for Brother Yun who could trust and support him too…”
Of course, a snake-spirit-disease (crazy) brother like Xi Ziyu didn’t count. And an elder like Xi Chong was better off not existing.
The last sentence was whispered by Yuan Cheng into Le Can’s ear like a thief. When saying this, the usually silly and happy-go-lucky person looked as lost as a puppy caught in the rain.
Le Can looked at Yuan Cheng, who genuinely felt pity for Xi Yun, thinking to himself that Xi Yun no longer needed a blood-related brother, because…
There were already such existences by his side.
Whether it was Yuan Cheng, who grew up with Xi Yun and was practically no different from a brother, or Xie Jun, who rushed to the front every time something happened.
The space beside Xi Yun was no longer empty…
As for himself… hearing the familiar name “Jian Minglang,” ripples uncontrollably spread across Le Can’s calm mind.
Before he died, Jian Minglang was also by his side. Is it possible…
But transmigrating into a book is rare, and Le Can knew this Jian Minglang might not be that Jian Minglang. Still, he couldn’t help but want to investigate.
In the same book,
Could there be two transmigrators?
In this strange world, could he also find… one of his own kind from the same place?
Author’s Note: Some people are like grass; after burning, only ash remains (Looking at you, Scum Lu). Some people are like trees; after incomplete combustion, they become charcoal! They look like they’re done burning, but actually, they can burn for a long, long time [Evil Smile].
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