Chapter 36: Welcome to the Nightmare. Better Twist His Hand…
The desire to find one of his own kind arose uncontrollably, but the thought that had just sprouted died the very next second… died cleanly and neatly.
Le Can stared ahead with dead-fish eyes.
Uncle Xiong of Simple Security looked downcast. Despite his burly build, his shoulders were hunched, looking so cramped he seemed about to polish the brick under his feet into a mirror.
“Um, Boss Jian said work needs a paper trail. Could… could you cooperate with us to shoot a video?”
Very good, he even knows about leaving a work trail. Smile.jpg
Tentatively looking up, he met the lower half of Le Can’s face, which held a smile that wasn’t a smile. Xiong An Guo’s eyes retracted instantly like sensitive snail tentacles.
Le Can waited like this for a long time, but never got a second sentence.
He looked up full of doubt, only to meet a large group of young and middle-aged men who were dejected but cowardly packing up their things to leave.
Le Can was shocked; his long, narrow peach blossom eyes widened into round shapes.
Wait, giving up just like that? It involves your wages, aren’t you going to explain the content of the video? Aren’t you going to fight for it a bit more?!
For a moment, Le Can wanted to pinch his throbbing forehead.
The “Boss Jian” was obviously the Jian family’s Jian Yu. The people from Jian Minglang’s security company constantly quoting the antique business boss…
Judging by these people’s style of conduct, one could guess what kind of character their direct superior, Jian Minglang, likely had.
Le Can’s stirring thoughts of trying to find a companion died completely.
Companion, meaning a fellow traveler or partner. In daily work and life, encountering them is inevitable. Sounds good, right? Someone to walk hand in hand with, someone to share tasks, someone to share joys and sorrows…
But painful experiences in his past life told Le Can that a qualified, good companion is something that can be discovered but not sought.
People who are often not on the same frequency as you, or even get possessed by the “pig teammate” spirit at critical moments, are the ones who make up the vast majority.
They create troubles, big or small, causing many ripples in your peaceful life. In his last life, Le Can was washed away by “monstrous waves” and had his account deleted directly.
If Jian Minglang really was a transmigrator…
Le Can thought that given their past interactions, he probably shouldn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he’d have to watch out for whether he needed to cover for him, clean up after him, or fix his messes.
Just imagining scenes of this, Le Can’s heated brain cooled down completely.
The melodramatic scene of “villager seeing villager, eyes brimming with tears”—he was allergic to it. Better not.
But to confirm the identity, he still needed to see him with his own eyes…
Just as Le Can watched Xiong An Guo’s retreating back, thinking about how to meet Jian Minglang through him, suddenly, Yin Wuyu, who had never taken the initiative to speak to Le Can, walked over.
The man wrapped in a fitted suit was very tall. As he approached, he was like thick black clouds before a rainstorm, carrying a gloomy oppressive feeling.
Le Can had to tilt his head up slightly to look at the comer, whose expression carried a hint of helplessness.
To be honest, this was the first time Le Can had seen such an obvious emotional change on Yin Wuyu’s face. Before this, he thought this exclusive bodyguard of the wealthy family possessed the coolness of a killer, never showing anger or happiness.
It turned out he wasn’t unfathomable or hard to figure out.
It was just that nothing had touched upon the people and things he truly cared about…
In the moment of realization, Le Can’s gaze swept inconspicuously over the distance.
Xie Jun, wearing a long dress, held the hem of her skirt with one hand. In her eyes, outlined with soaring eyeliner, was a worry that hesitated to speak.
Le Can’s glance was very quick.
His peripheral vision lightly touched Xi Yun outside the crowd once before retracting.
The male lead, accustomed to observing, stood quietly on the outermost periphery, taking in everyone’s movements and expressions.
Le Can sighed softly and focused his gaze on Yin Wuyu, asking, “Is something the matter?”
Yin Wuyu lowered his head slightly: “Regarding the video Uncle Xiong mentioned, I ask Mr. Le for help.”
Simple Security Company had exclusive private bodyguards and entourage teams for high-net-worth individuals. Similarly, its customer base wasn’t just the rich, but also various public/private units, event organizers, property communities, individuals with special needs, etc.
Different customer groups meant different salary packages.
Yin Wuyu belonged to the first category of bodyguards, with a salary package also in the highest tier of the company. Uncle Xiong and the people under him, although capable, had been bouncing around the latter three categories of customers due to appearance, customer feedback, and other reasons.
Most of the time they only got the base salary, and because they often gave money away out of loyalty, they frequently went hungry.
Yin Wuyu was away all year round. Even if they were in the same company, he actually had no opportunity, and even less interest, to get to know a group of stranger colleagues.
The reason he knew Uncle Xiong and stood up at this time was because of the help the other party once gave him…
Recalling past experiences, Yin Wuyu’s eyes flickered slightly. Then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was calm and introverted as usual.
Le Can had intended to call the people back anyway.
Facing Yin Wuyu’s request, even without the silent plea in Xie Jun’s eyes, he would have gone with the flow to talk to Xiong An Guo.
Thus, the youth nodded refreshingly: “It doesn’t count as helping. How do you need me to cooperate?”
The matter that seemed hopeless took a sudden turn.
One second Xiong An Guo was heartbroken over the loss of a large bonus; the next second, he turned back in surprise with tears in his eyes. Before words of thanks could be spoken, the group of unsteady little cubs around him jumped up and cheered loudly.
That scene was like monkeys just released from Flower Fruit Mountain.
Xiong An Guo’s old face heated up slightly. He sheepishly lowered his right leg, which had been raised halfway, clenched his fist, and waved it vigorously in the air twice.
Sigh, sure enough, he was the steadier one!
The video content Xiong An Guo needed to shoot wasn’t some exaggerated gang fight video.
They were employees of a legitimate security company, not some illegal triad. Work trails weren’t evidence to send themselves to jail.
Client opinions—if there’s time, just listen to them as opinions.
A few minutes later, Le Can watched two or three young men waving metal detectors around him, looking less like an inspection and more like a shamanic dance…
A few steps away, Xiong An Guo held up his phone, swaying along with them, unable to extricate himself from his obsession with camera movement techniques.
Le Can: “…”
The corners of his eyes couldn’t help twitching twice.
This weird “ritual” didn’t last long.
Beep beep beep beep beep beep…
Soon, the green lights on the metal detectors indicating operation turned red, emitting continuous sharp sounds.
The key was that such ear-piercing sounds didn’t just come from one machine… but three metal detectors in different positions sounded the alarm almost simultaneously.
Both the shaman dancers and the cameraman stopped.
Everyone’s eyes turned in unison to the three places where metal was detected—the lower back, the upper left arm, and the right thigh.
Xiong An Guo froze for two seconds, then realized: “Is it a belt and shirt stays?”
Everyone looked at the youth wearing a casual hoodie and washed jeans, their eyelids twitching at the words.
Saying it was a belt at the lower back was tolerable, but shirt stays? Wasn’t that rubbing people’s intelligence on the ground?
Le Can laughed softly.
The clear laughter flowed like a gurgling stream, paired with burning peach blossom eyes, dazzling as if everything around him had a frosted filter applied—highlighting only the person existing in the center.
“Although I really want to agree, it really isn’t.”
Since he agreed to record the video, Le Can wouldn’t let it be recorded in vain.
He put his hand behind his back and slowly pulled out a silver triangular file made of high-quality steel from his lower back.
As the slender metal, about 20cm long, rotated between his long fingers, the sharp file tip reflected cold silver light under the sun.
Facing the recording phone, Le Can held his hand flat in front of him, the tip aimed at the camera, curling the corners of his mouth provocatively.
Then, the hand holding the file released, and the heavy file fell straight to the ground, making a “clang” that absolutely could not be ignored.
After that, a round file looking like an extended nail was fished out from his upper right arm; a willow-leaf file, dexterous as a willow leaf but no less sharp, was pulled out from the rip in his jeans by two fingers…
Cling clang sounds rang out one after another in the silent square.
After unloading a body full of things that shouldn’t be there, Le Can slowly rotated his neck and sighed comfortably.
Although each file had a leather protective cover, they were unbending metal after all, and restricted his movements quite a bit.
“Finished recording?”
A lazy voice sounded.
Xiong An Guo, holding the phone, looked at Le Can around the screen, then looked down at the files on the ground. He swallowed with difficulty, nodded frantically, and ended the video recording.
“Enough, enough! Thanks, cough cough, thank you!”
Le Can nodded indifferently, reached out to pull over Yuan Cheng who was holding the ceramic jar, and with his other hand, casually pulled a metal detector from the hands of the three people beside him.
The activated machine circled the jar without making any sound.
Le Can handed the thing back, “Did Le Wenxin only specify not to let metal enter?”
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically brought out metal detectors.
A moment later, because there was no subject in the question, Le Can saw a circle of nodding heads. He chuckled and nodded, “That’s good then. Let’s go.”
Hearing this, the crowd blocking the villa door quickly parted to the sides, making way for the composed youth to pass.
Le Can walked two steps, then stopped suddenly.
He tilted his head back and crooked his finger at Yuan Cheng, who was standing dumbly in place. “What are you dazing for? Keep up.”
The stinky brine cost his money, and it met the rule of not being metal. No matter what, it had to be sent out today; he couldn’t let the money be spent in vain!
“By the way,” Le Can turned to Xiong An Guo, “Le Wenxin’s task is completed. Do you want to accept my employment?”
Pausing, he lowered his eyes to think for two seconds. When he looked up again, his upturned eyes carried absolute confidence. “How much did he pay to hire you? I’ll pay triple.”
The wool comes from the sheep; the wool he fleeced from Le Wenxin last time hadn’t been used up yet. Le Can didn’t feel any heartache spending this money.
Moreover, Le Can was certain that not to mention triple, even ten times would absolutely not exceed the remaining money in his account.
Why?
Because Le Wenxin was cheap!
Hearing this, Xiong An Guo and the people behind him—who didn’t know whether to follow—suddenly erupted with scorching heat in their eyes.
Shaking their dizzy heads, the group instantly bared their big white teeth. Like dogs hearing the signal for food, they swung their arms and surged forward happily.
“Hehehehe, Little God of Wealth, lead the way!”
Before taking a step, Le Can looked at Xi Yun one last time, waving his hand at him from across the crowd. “Very soon. Wait for me outside.”
Regardless of whether the male lead could hear clearly, the youth turned his head and stepped into the wide-open villa door without looking back.
Inside, Le Wenxin sat on a low-backed chair in the living room that had been specifically replaced. He sat restlessly, checking his phone screen every three seconds.
On the floor two steps to his left lay a shattered walkie-talkie.
Just as he couldn’t resist calling to complain to Simple Security Company, the villa’s main door suddenly creaked open to both sides.
Aside, Le Ruisi suddenly stood up from his seat.
After the door opened, the first thing that came into view was Xiong An Guo’s rough face, blooming with a smile. Le Ruisi first snorted in disgust, then joy rose to his brows.
He subconsciously looked at Le Wenxin, “It’s done?!”
Le Wenxin’s tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He stood up and took two steps to welcome Xiong An Guo: “Not bad, give me the video…”
Two seconds after stepping out, the smile froze on Le Wenxin’s face.
Reflected in his violently widened eyes was a familiar youth with smiling eyes. He was slowly walking out from among the tall security guards, hooking his lips.
That expression… was exactly the same as when he stabbed the knife into his hand last time!
“You… you guys!”
Le Wenxin clutched his painful chest and fell back into the seat, his finger raised in mid-air trembling uncontrollably. “You actually helped him!”
Le Ruisi gritted his teeth even more: “Violating the employment contract, just wait to pay damages!”
Facing the two, Xiong An Guo snorted heavily, then turned to look at his generous new employer.
Le Can silently nodded his chin.
Xiong An Guo instantly grinned. His subordinate held up a phone, walked forward two steps, and tapped on the speaker. An audio clip, a segment of the video just recorded.
“…Better twist his hand… kick, beat him until disabled…”
Hearing the familiar voice, Le Ruisi’s face turned pale.
That was clearly what he had said to these blockheads, but Le Ruisi hadn’t expected the other party to have actually recorded it.
Xiong An Guo sneered: “We don’t do illegal or criminal business, but we strictly followed every reasonable and legal clause written in the contract. You have no right to dock our wages.”
“And…”
He snatched the item from the strange young man beside him, lifted the lid, and violently splashed the contents forward.
“And, we already have a new employer!”
“More generous than you! Richer than you! I’ve put up with you for a long time, you big idiot!”
Drenched thoroughly from head to toe by the stinky brine, insulted like this by people they used to look down on, the sour, stinky, and filthy Le father and son completely broke down.
They screamed hysterically at Le Can in the center of the crowd: “Le Can—”
Hands continuously reached out from all directions, pinning the two trapped beasts in place. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t truly touch the person they hated to the extreme.
At Le Can’s feet, the light divided the youth and the chaos inside the room into two completely different worlds.
He stood quietly at the entrance of the villa, looking down from a high vantage point at the two terrifying, twisted faces from his memory.
Silently mouthing four words.
【Welcome to the nightmare.】
Author’s Note: Ah Can is collecting debts for Soft Can! Super rich update today [Dog Head Holding Rose] PS: Today’s content has stuff that will be tested later, babies make a guess.
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