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Chapter 8 Happy Cooperation
"You are not the old Master Feng, wake up, this is no longer a place you can afford."

"In the past two days, the properties of the Feng family have been auctioned one after another. I think Young Master Feng will have to sleep on the street tonight. It's so pitiful. If Young Master Feng is willing to condescend to let me lick your shoes clean, I will give you a temporary Sleeping kennel, okay, Master Feng hahaha..."

At the entrance of the clubhouse, a few teenagers laughed arrogantly, with undisguised gloating in their eyes.

Under the steps, the young man clenched his fists tightly, staring at the laughing people with a pair of red eyes.

"What are you staring at? If you stare out your eyeballs again, you'll still think you're the young master of the Feng Group. Wake up, your Feng family is dead."

"Shut up." Feng Yueyang rushed over like crazy, and fought with several people.

Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that he has a thin body that has never been practiced, and he was soon surrounded by several people, and his fists rained down on his chest and back.

Feng Yueyang's teeth almost bit his lips, and the smell of blood permeated his mouth. The pain in his body was far less than the despair in his heart.

A few days ago, he was still the young master of the Feng Group, calling the wind and rain in Spring City, and it was too late for these bastards to curry favor with him.

But overnight, the world was turned upside down.

His father died, the company went bankrupt, and his assets were auctioned off. Now he has been reduced to a homeless dog, severely humiliated by those who used to look down on him.

Just die like this, Feng Yueyang thought desperately.

They were tired from the beating, so they beat him hard, and told the security at the door to throw them away, so as not to affect the business of the club.

Feng Yueyang was thrown into the flower bed by the roadside like a broken rag.

After an unknown amount of time, when he felt that he might really be dying, a cold voice hit his ears.

"Hey, are you dead?"

Feng Yueyang thought bitterly, it really is a tiger in Pingyang being bullied by a dog.

Weakly opened his eyes, under the dim streetlight, he crashed straight into a pair of pitch-black eyes, like a whirlpool, attracting the soul of a person into it.

When he was in a daze, the man raised his hand and touched his pulse, and quickly nodded in satisfaction.

"Your body is a little weak. If you lie in the flower bed overnight, you will have to collect your body tomorrow morning."

As soon as Feng Yueyang opened his mouth, he coughed violently, and his chest hurt so badly. That boy Li Liang kicked him in the heart. He remembered that it is not a gentleman to take revenge.

Instead, he thought bitterly, what kind of revenge can he take for such a ghostly look?
"Get up, you can't die."

The man's tone was cold, and Feng Yueyang could hear a bit of disgust.

He propped himself up and got up, "You...what do you want to do?"

He is poor and white now, only the skin is not bad?

Do you want to rob sex?
Feng Yueyang immediately hugged himself vigilantly, staring at him with unfriendly eyes.

The man was dressed in black, and he couldn't see what he looked like.

If it didn't work, he gave it up.

When he was thinking in a mess in his heart, the man turned and left.

After walking two steps, he glanced back at him: "Do you really want me to collect your body tomorrow morning?"

Feng Yueyang followed her suspiciously.

The man walked to the back door of the clubhouse and told him, "Wait here."

Immediately afterwards, the shadow flashed, and the person disappeared.

"Fuck."

Feng Yueyang couldn't help shivering, it's hell.

In just 2 minutes, something suddenly hit his feet, Feng Yueyang, who was resting against the wall, was startled, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a person.

There was a painful groan from the mouth.

Feng Yueyang realized with sharp ears that this person was Li Liang, the one who had ridiculed him crazily just now, and was the most ruthless Li Liang.

The man crossed his arms and said calmly, "Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"

Feng Yueyang rolled up his sleeves and slammed Li Liang's face with his fist.

No matter what Sanqi 21, call first.

Soon Li Liang was exhaling more air than inhaling, and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Feng Yueyang shook his painful hand, "Thank you."

The man took out his mobile phone and dialed: "120? Someone needs to be rescued at the back door of the Crown Club."

Feng Yueyang: ...

What kind of shit is this?

Shen Youan hung up the phone, "Leave."

Feng Yueyang limped after him, "Why did you help me? Who are you?"

Shen Youan threw him a piece of paper.

Feng Yueyang took a closer look through the streetlights, it was an employment contract.

Seeing Party A's name, Feng Yueyang's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help crumpling the thin paper.

Party A Feng Chi hires Party B Danhuang to be the personal bodyguard of Party C Feng Yueyang. The contract period is one year. During this period, Party B shall be responsible for Party C's personal safety.

Both Party A and Party B have stamped their private seals.

A pen was handed to him: "Let's sign."

Feng Yueyang raised his head with red eyes: "When did this happen?"

Shen You'an raised his eyebrows: "Your father knew early on that the crisis was at stake, so he made plans for you in advance, so don't let your father down."

Feng Yueyang took the pen with trembling fingers, and signed his name on Party C.

There are two copies, Shen Youan looked at it, folded one and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, from now on you are my employer, and I will be responsible for your personal safety within one year. If you accidentally die during this period, the liquidated damages... If you have no descendants, then I will burn it to you .”

The corner of Feng Yueyang's mouth twitched: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

A car stopped by the side of the road, and Shen You'an opened the door: "Please, Master Feng."

Feng Yueyang gritted his teeth and got into the car.

Shen Youan sat in, and the car drove away slowly.

"Where are we going?" Feng Yueyang had the illusion that he was about to be pulled away, and his voice trembled unconsciously.

The driver picked up a stack of documents on the passenger seat and handed them to Feng Yueyang.

Feng Yueyang subconsciously glanced at Shen Youan, and Shen Youan nodded.

Only then did Feng Yueyang take it over, and opened it to look.

The more he looked, the darker his face became, "So it's really him."

Although Feng Yueyang loves to play, he is not stupid. As early as after accidents happened in his father's company, he had doubts in his heart and suffered from lack of evidence.

Feng Yueyang squeezed the document tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Xie Beichun, I, Feng Yueyang, have nothing to do with you."

Thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head to look at the person sitting beside him.

The man was shrouded in darkness, indistinguishable from male and female, and extremely mysterious.

"Why are you helping me?"

"It doesn't look stupid, have you heard a sentence? The enemy of the enemy is a friend."

Feng Yueyang narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere in the dark car was solemn.

Now he has no choice.

You can only try to trust the person in front of you.

He stretched out his hand, "Happy cooperation."

The man didn't shake back, and threw him something.

Feng Yueyang subconsciously caught it, took a closer look, and almost threw it out.

It was a pistol.

The heavy coldness of the tentacles told him that this was not a simulated toy gun.

"I'm very busy, and I don't have much time to be by your side. Prepare some self-defense things."

After the initial shock, Feng Yueyang has calmed down.

A man has a unique talent for a pistol, and his soul trembles the moment he touches a pistol.

(End of this chapter)