Chapter 003: Becoming a Security Guard at the Girls' Dormitory?_1

"Is it really that pitiful to return home and take on a mission? Thieves, room checks, cops, isn't this too much bullying?"

Sitting on the sofa and lighting a cigarette, Yang Yifeng was feeling pretty depressed about it all.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about this crap anymore. Anyway, I haven't lost anything. I just don't know what kind of mission the chief will assign me this time."

Puffing on his cigarette, Yang Yifeng grumbled to himself.

Just as Yang Yifeng finished his cigarette, his expression suddenly paused, and he recalled the scene where Lin Wushuang and Han Yuruo were fighting.

"That girl's moves and boxing style, why are they so similar to his? Right, I remember he had a sister, could it be that the girl just now was his sister?!"

With this thought, Yang Yifeng's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed out swiftly, but Han Yuruo's figure was already gone.

Staring blankly at the empty corridor, Yang Yifeng felt a bit bitter in his heart: "Did I just miss her like that?"

Thinking this, Yang Yifeng's mood instantly sank, and he turned around to go back to his room.

As soon as Yang Yifeng returned to his room, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Yang Yifeng was slightly startled, then he walked to the door and peered through the peephole.

Outside stood a middle-aged man in black clothes, holding a file bag in his hand.

Seeing this, Yang Yifeng directly opened the door.

"Colonel Yang, this is the mission the chief has asked me to give you."

The middle-aged man entered the room, speaking calmly, and handed the file bag to Yang Yifeng.

Yang Yifeng took the file bag and, after closing the door, began to look through it.

Seeing the contents inside the file bag, Yang Yifeng was stunned: "Security? They want me to be a security guard at a girls' dorm? Are you sure you didn't grab the wrong file bag?"

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Yang Yifeng asked in disbelief.

After all, he was a colonel in this special department. Even though he didn't have much authority, he was recognized as the most formidable soldier in the department, and now they wanted him to be a security guard in a school, and what's more, in a girls' dorm, this had to be a mistake, right?!

Listening to Yang Yifeng's incredulous words, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, his face as calm as ever.

"Of course there is no mistake, we would not get such an important matter wrong. Please continue reading, Colonel Yang."

The middle-aged man said.

Hearing this, Yang Yifeng nodded his head gloomily and continued to read.

After reading the rest, Yang Yifeng finally understood. The chief had assigned him to protect a freshman girl from Donghai University named Ye Zitong, who lived in the school's dormitory.

"So it's a protection detail, I get it. When should I head over? Everything is arranged with the school, right?"

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Yang Yifeng asked.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man nodded: "It's all arranged. You should report to the school at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, find the head teacher, and just say that you're applying for a security job."

"Oh, I see. May I ask how long this mission will last?"

Yang Yifeng asked with a smile.

"Indefinite. The mission ends whenever the chief says it ends," the middle-aged man said again.

Hearing this, Yang Yifeng tapped his forehead somewhat gloomily: "Okay, I got it, thank you for your trouble."

As he spoke, Yang Yifeng handed the file bag back to the middle-aged man.

"Goodbye, Colonel Yang, I will contact you if there are any issues."

The middle-aged man spoke again, and after finishing, he turned and left.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged man's face showed no change, resembling an emotionless machine.

"Going to school? And as a girls' dormitory security guard? What kind of shitty task is this!"

Yang Yifeng slumped onto the sofa, his mood extremely gloomy as he thought, feeling quite vexed inwardly.

Especially thinking of the recent encounter with Han Yuruo, Yang Yifeng's mood inevitably grew irritable.

He glanced at his wristwatch, and it was already nearly ten o'clock at night.

"Forget it, I'll hit the bar to let off some steam."

Yang Yifeng thought to himself.

Leaving the hotel and looking at the neon lights of the bustling international city, Yang Yifeng's dark eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of nostalgia.

"Nearly three years since I've been back to Donghai, quite a lot has changed here," Yang Yifeng said with a touch of sentimentality.

After his moment of reflection, life had to go on, and so did the fun.

He hailed a cab and asked the driver to take him to a popular bar.

The driver agreed, and they set off toward the bar.

About twenty minutes later, the driver pulled over near a street lined with bars.

After paying the fare, Yang Yifeng casually looked around, then picked a bar called Midnight and walked in.

By then, the music had started to heat up in the bar; in the center of the dance floor, young men and women were swaying their bodies, either to vent life's frustrations or work-related stress; in any case, everyone seemed a bit wild.

Watching those gyrating figures, Yang Yifeng couldn't help but chuckle.

Approaching the bar, he casually ordered a vodka on the rocks, a drink he had grown accustomed to abroad.

Sipping his drink, Yang Yifeng sat quietly, watching everything.

In fact, Yang Yifeng would often visit a bar to unwind after completing a mission, and sometimes he would even bring a beauty home for a wild night; afterward, they would go their separate ways, purely physical, no emotional entanglements, something Yang Yifeng greatly enjoyed.

One vodka down, Yang Yifeng stepped into the center of the dance floor and began to move his body among a group of young women.

The dance floor was a mix of various perfumes, creating a scent that Yang Yifeng found quite pleasant, which lifted his spirits.

After all, often times, the mix of different perfumes is not pleasant and can be off-putting, but not today.

Gradually, Yang Yifeng made his way to the center of the dance floor where a tipsy beauty was wildly dancing her seductive body...

Two guys with dyed hair were nearby her, one with hair as red as a rooster's comb, while the other's hair glowed green.

Yang Yifeng couldn't help but think to himself, if this guy's father knew he was parading around with a green "cap," would he break his dogleg?

At the moment, these two guys were circling the tipsy beauty, occasionally trying to cop a feel on her.

Although the woman was drunk, she seemed quite alert, dodging and warding off any unwelcome hands that reached for her.

However, since she was indeed intoxicated, she wasn't always quick enough to dodge, so the guys managed to take advantage of her more than once.

Yang Yifeng had been watching this scene, but he didn't intervene—until what happened next made him unable to stand by any longer.

He saw Red Hair and Green Hair suddenly grab the tipsy woman, hoisting her up and heading towards the exit. As for what these guys intended to do, anyone with half a brain could clearly understand.

"Ah, can't even get a moment's rest," Yang Yifeng muttered in frustration as he started walking toward the two young men.