On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Workers are very pitiful no matter what their profession is." Chen Qian sighed and pointed at the bodyguard's company.

Chi Mu was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "Aren't you a freelancer? Why are you so resentful about this?"

"As the boss, the client, it's true there's no way for people at the bottom to understand the pain." Chen Qian's expression grew increasingly resentful, and he began to grumble along with Chi Mu. "You have no idea how outrageous the sponsors' demands are. If it weren't for Zhong Yi's mediation, I don't know how I would have tolerated their outrageous demands."

Chi Mu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he spoke hesitantly: "Zhong Yi..."

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Chen Qian.

"The bodyguard is about to leave, hurry! Open the window!" He quickly jumped up from the ground and reached out to unlock the window.

Both of them moved very smoothly and quickly. After a few breaths, they were standing on the other side of the window.

Chen Qian took a big step and rushed towards the back door of the house that had been originally planned, and Chi Mu followed closely behind him.

After running for several hundred meters, the shift behind them ended. The two men hid themselves in the unevenly thick greenery and continued to move forward, trying their best to hide their figures from being discovered by people at other posts along the way.

They tiptoed, concentrating on every step they took, every nerve tense and not daring to relax.

A little bit, a little bit more.

Be careful to avoid protruding branches and not make any noise, and be careful not to pass over the short, pruned Pittosporum trees to avoid being seen.

The messy fallen leaves under his feet made frequent rustling sounds, sometimes unexpectedly loud, which made Chen Qian's scalp tighten and his hands and feet numb.

But things went surprisingly smoothly, as if blessed by God.

Moving to the edge of the bushes at the end, Chen Qian curled up and leaned against the thin branches of the bushes, not daring to move.

He was amazed that they had walked such a long way and even ran to the corner of the building, but no one noticed them. He also wondered if it was because the distance was too far, so the movement under the bushes would not be easily noticed.

"There are still several people ahead, but if we get out from here, there will be no one blocking our way." Chen Qian counted the heads of the big black men in his sight through the tiny gaps between the branches and leaves, "About five."

"Looking at the way they walked during the rotation just now, they must all be well-trained." Chi Mu couldn't help but feel a headache, feeling a little anxious and irritated. "We shouldn't be able to get through like this, but the sun is setting now, and it's unrealistic to delay it until the next rotation."

Chen Qian also knew what his concerns were, so he took a deep breath and exhaled.

It was only when they returned under the blue sky that they realized it was already late summer and early autumn.

It was getting dark earlier and earlier, but this was not what they expected.

Chen Qian looked up at the sky, which had already turned orange without him noticing. His excitement turned into a bit of depression. "If it gets dark, we won't be able to go up the mountain."

If only there was something that could catch their attention...

Chen Qian carefully studied the plan in his mind and muttered, "How to divert it..."

His hand unconsciously touched his chin, which had not been trimmed cleanly in a hurry. There were many fine stubbles on it, which felt prickly.

The silence lasted only a few seconds.

Chi Mu seemed to have made some important decision in that short period of time. He looked straight into Chen Qian's eyes.

"I'll go out first. After I lead them away, you can go around and go up the mountain through the back door."

"That's right, one for one!" Chen Qian didn't seem to have taken the words in. Instead, he looked excited, as if a light bulb had suddenly turned on him. "I'll just give you the recording file. That way, we'll have both the physical and witness evidence, and you can hurry out to test for drug residue!"

"I said……"

"My plan is more reasonable and more effective." Chen Qian raised his hand to interrupt him before he finished speaking.

His expression was as serious as Chi Mu's before him, but he was more confident.

"We volunteered to come here, didn't we, to completely tie those things down there to Chi Zheng, so he couldn't break free?" Chen Qian said seriously, "This is the only thing that should be given top priority right now, and besides—"

Chen Qian's tone suddenly weakened, and he continued earnestly, "Didn't you use yourself to protect me?"

Chi Mu's eyebrows knitted together, and he retorted in disbelief: "I did this to keep you safe, not to let you rush to your death if you think you can't die."

"You can't die, so why are you still rushing towards death?" Chen Qian smiled playfully, teasingly picking out the loopholes in his words.

He patted his chest, his face full of confidence, "Trust me, I promise I can get you out."

This is the only best solution after careful consideration.

Chi Mu was of course very clear in his mind, but whether he was rational or emotional, his thoughts were only clamoring to refute Chen Qian, even though he actually had nothing to say about it.

He tightly grasped Chen Qian's arm, and after a long moment, he spoke again, earnestly advising, "Chen Tian, ​​he's the most utilitarian person I've ever met, but even he won't agree to your plan."

"Who knows? Otherwise...when you get out, ask him for me."

Chi Mu's clenched hands suddenly felt empty. He reached out to grab something in panic, but only caught a small, cold metal object that hurt his hands.

Chen Qian's white shirt brought him closer to a flying insect that was flying towards the fire, and he rushed straight towards the heavily guarded iron fence gate regardless of anything.

Chi Mu's judgment was correct. The people Chi Zheng arranged in the courtyard were indeed martial artists.

In Chi Mu's eyes, when the burly black figures overlapped with the lonely white shadow, the white shadow appeared particularly weak and thin.

His vision was a little blurry, as if covered by a veil, so all he could see were blocks of green, deep and light.

Chen Qian moved quickly, catching those people off guard.

He moved freely among the overlapping footsteps like a loach, and adhering to the principles of speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, he kept attacking the opponent's weak points.

Abdomen, between legs, waist, face.

As long as he could reach it, as long as he had time, he would not miss any sensitive spot where he could deliver a fatal blow.

He greatly sacrificed the need to block in exchange for more opportunities to attack, gritting his teeth to withstand punches coming from different directions and angles.

The heavy pressure arrived as expected with gusts of breeze, falling continuously on his body and face.

He was injured in the pure physical combat, and he also caused injuries to the other party. He kept adjusting his position, and gradually led the group to move further away.

Finally, Chen Qian saw a person crossing the fence gate at an extremely fast speed from the corner of his eye, which had lost part of its vision due to swelling.

"Hu——" He suddenly expelled a breath of foul air from his lungs, and felt a little relieved.

The last punch was delivered to Chen Qian's lower abdomen by one of the equally disfigured bodyguards. Chen Qian suddenly relaxed all his strength and fell softly to the ground.

Successful.

Chen Qian thought so before the light disappeared.