Chapter 310 — The Personal Guard Appears

Xie Guangbo was taken aback. Then, as if suddenly understanding where Wei Zhao had come from, his expression hardened. "You were sent by Gu Pengzhan? Hmph. You can leave. Go back and tell him there is nothing to discuss."

"Have you been eating too many idiot pills? Would he be able to send me? This time I am helping of my own free will!" Wei Zhao curled his lip. Did this fellow really take him for some nobody? Telling him to carry a message? Was he stupid? Gu Pengzhan might treat him well, but the only reason Wei Zhao had come to Songshan City was the old man back home. Apart from Old Man Wei and his assassin master, no one could order Wei Zhao to do anything...

"Then what are you here for...?" Hearing this, Xie Guangbo was rather surprised. It seemed this man really was not one of Gu Pengzhan's men. Then what did he do?

Wei Zhao frowned with some impatience. "I am Gu Mengyao's personal guard!"

"Ah?" Xie Guangbo was stunned. Gu Mengyao's personal guard, coming to see him? Was this not sticking his nose where it did not belong? "You are Gu Mengyao's personal guard. If you are not protecting her, what are you doing running over here?"

"I told you you were an idiot and you did not believe me," Wei Zhao glared at him as though at a fool. "Gu Pengzhan is Gu Mengyao's father. If he loses his job, who is going to pay my wages?"

Wei Zhao said this only to distance himself from Gu Pengzhan; if things really came to light, Gu Pengzhan could deny everything cleanly. Word getting out that he had intimidated shareholders would do Gu Pengzhan's reputation no good.

Xie Guangbo was somewhat speechless. Just who was the idiot here, you or me? You are a personal guard, and you come meddling in company affairs? Yet suddenly something seemed to click, and he said, "You have come for money, have you not? Say it — how much do you want?"

No wonder Xie Guangbo took Wei Zhao for a man after money; his identity and the business he was sticking his nose into simply did not go together at all.

"Why do you have so much damn nonsense? Do you want to die?" Wei Zhao kicked the safe beside him, sending the several-hundred-jin iron safe flying straight up, and it came down with a "boom" right in front of Xie Guangbo, one centimeter from the tips of his toes!

Xie Guangbo was caught completely off guard; cold sweat broke out instantly on his forehead. Was this even human? Was he really a personal guard? How could he be this formidable — kicking a several-hundred-jin safe flying with one foot? And when he looked again at the safe, Xie Guangbo's back went cold with fright!

On the side of the safe there was actually a great hole — kicked out by Wei Zhao! This kind of vault safe had thick iron plates on all four sides, and he could kick a hole through it? A thief would struggle to cut it open with an electric saw, and he did it with his foot?

Of course, none of that was the main thing. The main thing was that if the safe had flown a little higher, a little farther, his old life would probably have been over.

"I want you to stay a little farther away from Jin Gubang. Understand?" Wei Zhao could not be bothered to ask why this fellow was helping Jin Gubang. So long as he feared death, he would do well to keep his distance from Jin Gubang early.

"..." Xie Guangbo's face was pale, but he said nothing. He could not answer Wei Zhao. If he kept his distance from Jin Gubang, then what about his son? So although Xie Guangbo was afraid, he could not bow his head: "Say it — how much money will make you let me go?"

"Money? Are you very rich?" Wei Zhao walked over with contempt, and Xie Guangbo instinctively shrank back.

But Wei Zhao did nothing to Xie Guangbo. Instead he walked to the dented safe, reached out, and pulled hard — the whole safe door came off in his hands.

"Is there money in this safe?" Wei Zhao casually rummaged through the contents, came upon a bankbook, and opened it. But he was disappointed: the amount in the bankbook was large, fully forty million, yet it had all been withdrawn a few days ago. "There are only a few yuan left in your bankbook. And you think you can give me money?"

"This..." Only then did Xie Guangbo remember that all his savings had been transferred to his son abroad a few days ago. How could he have money to give the Wei Zhao before him?

"Tsk. Seems you are in urgent need of money? Is that why you agreed to help Jin Gubang?" Wei Zhao tossed the bankbook aside and kept rummaging through the safe. When he pulled out a stack of documents, he laughed. "Shares in the Gu Group? Good. Now you can transfer them to me!"

"No!" Xie Guangbo abruptly straightened up, a look of resolve on his face. "That is absolutely impossible!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Wei Zhao tossed the shares aside. "Your life, or the shares?"

But just then the door was kicked open and a man rushed in. The moment he entered he cried, "Mr. Xie, are you all right?"

No sooner had he asked than he saw Wei Zhao, and the man instantly tensed! He had heard a great crash from Xie Guangbo's room, sensed something was wrong, and hurried up. Seeing Wei Zhao, he was immediately on guard as though facing a mortal enemy.

The man was about thirty-odd years old and unremarkable in appearance, the sort easily overlooked in a crowd. For such a man to serve as a personal guard was simply perfect.

Seeing the man come in, Xie Guangbo immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a relaxed expression appearing on his face. Xie Guangbo knew well the strength of a personal guard. Wei Zhao might be formidable, but however formidable, he was no match for this man!

"A Huang, kill him!" Xie Guangbo ordered the man who had entered. This man who could threaten his life — Xie Guangbo would not let him remain in this world!

Otherwise, this time he had a personal guard to protect him, but a personal guard could not stay at his side twenty-four hours a day. Especially since Wei Zhao had been able to slip into his room without a sound — if there was a first time, there would be a second. This ghost-like skill had frightened Xie Guangbo badly. If next time Wei Zhao did not alert him and simply struck, then he would have no escape.

"Who are you?" But even as he shouted the question, he had already leapt up and swung a fist at Wei Zhao.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, casually raised his fist, and stood where he was without moving, as though welcoming the man.

The man was startled. He had not expected Wei Zhao to take his punch head-on. Astonished as he was, he also put more force into his hand, meaning to kill Wei Zhao with a single blow!

Breaking into a private residence and threatening the boss — even if he killed him on the spot, he would bear no responsibility. With Xie Guangbo's order, the man called A Huang prepared to beat Wei Zhao to death outright.

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