Urban Ace Bodyguard

Chapter 1125 - 1193: Old Mr. Tao's Solo Challenge Record

After finishing the call with Xiao Feidao, Lin Hai dialed another mobile number."Hello? Lin, if you're disturbing this old man's chess game, it better be serious, or the old geezer won't let you off the hook."

An old man's voice came through the phone, sounding a bit exasperated, seemingly in the middle of a chess game.

Then, another elderly voice echoed triumphantly: "Checkmate, hehe, brother, that bottle of Zhongnanhe's Moutai is mine this time, haha."

"Damn it, Lin Hai, why are you calling? You made me lose the game, just spit it out!" The old man's voice was beyond aggravated, clearly having lost and paid a small price.

Donglong Wanqing and Ximen Xiaoxiao perked up their ears. Apparently, Zhongnanhe's special Moutai is quite valuable and fetches a high price outside, no less than seventy to eighty thousand per bottle.

If it's the special reserve kind, it's even more valuable.

"Haha, it's just a bottle of Moutai, is it worth getting so worked up about? What if the younger generation gets scared?"

"What do you know? This was once owned by the number one Chief, I went to great lengths to half-steal, half-beg to get it, never had the heart to drink it for years, and once a fool offered a million for it, but I couldn't bear to sell it, damn it."

The old man's resentful voice rang through the phone again.

"!!!!" Ximen Xiaoxiao and Donglong Wanqing's eyes widened to the extreme.

The special Moutai from the former number one Chief? Worth a million?

This isn't about money; it's absolutely about status!

How could an ordinary person, no matter how wealthy, get Moutai once belonging to the number one Chief?

They couldn't help but start wondering who on earth the aggravated old man on the phone was, he must at least be a high-profile figure.

"Lin, tell me, what exactly is going on? If it's something trivial, I'll deal with you harshly later." The old man got mad again.

Lin Hai turned speechless, damn it, the old man's terrible chess skills were famous in the Ten Major Battlezones, and his etiquette was extremely poor. How could my call affect his match?

"Your chess skill level…"

"Shut up! My chess skills obviously improved, if it wasn't for your call, how would my pawn be misplaced?"

"Sir, pawns can only move forward..." Lin Hai gently advised.

"Nonsense, don't I know? Do you think I want to move a pawn? I've got only one general, one adviser, and one pawn left, tell me what to move!" The old man gritted his teeth.

"Uh, seems the battle is intense." Lin Hai didn't know what to say, playing chess to this level, tsk tsk.

"Bullcrap, intense my foot, I only captured a horse from the opponent, then my chariot, elephant, horse, and cannon were all eliminated."

"..."

Lin Hai almost spat out blood, this is called an intense battle? This is purely because of the old man's awful skills, completely crushed by the opponent.

Getting down to only three chess pieces in a chess match, almost no damage to the opponent, isn't this skills utterly failing?

Surely, luck was extremely bad too.

The old man completely vented his loss on Lin Hai.

"So, what brings you to me?"

"I just injured someone badly." Lin Hai answered truthfully.

"How bad? Is he dead? If not, what's the fuss? Kill someone in Yanjing, then come to me to clean up the mess." The old man impatiently said.

"Uh, he reportedly claimed to be the grandson of a former number seven Chief." Lin Hai truthfully answered.

"Nothing more than a number seven... what did you say?"

The phone seemed to switch hands, pausing for a few seconds, and asked slightly shocked: "What did you do?"

"The grandson of number seven Chief?"

"Sh*t, why don't you just destroy the Earth?"

The old man's voice grew extremely loud.

"Uh, I'm just calling to confirm with you, is number seven's surname Fu?"

"Fu? No, number seven is clearly surnamed Zhang." The old man answered puzzled.

Lin Hai was utterly confused. The other party seemed so assured and dared to say such things, it couldn't be nonsense.

"Incorrect!" On the phone, the old man seemed to think of something, and asked again: "Repeat what you said just now."

"Uh, I severely hurt the grandson of a former number seven Chief, the opponent's surname is Fu, named Fu Erdai, reportedly his father is a bureau chief, his uncle is the deputy commander of the armed police, and his grandfather's few old comrades and owners of Ten Major Battlezones are all comrades."

Lin Hai reported honestly word for word.

"Damn it, missed those two words just now in anger." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, can you handle the former number seven situation?" Lin Hai tentatively asked.

"He's nothing, I'll settle him with a strand of hair." The old man shifted from nervousness to audacity.

"Old man's style, oh no, it's style adjustment is way too fast." Lin Hai complained.

"Fast my ass, I thought it was the current number seven, the former number seven is Old Fu, a man nearly buried, barely hooked up with a token number seven honor."

"You know him?" Lin Hai was curious.

"Know him, not just his grandson, if he dares to cause trouble, I'll challenge him head-on!" The old man spoke with boldness.

Lin Hai felt like blurting out, "Old Mr. Tao, mighty and six six six."

Just after Old Mr. Tao's grand words, another old man's voice came through the phone, seemingly the one who won the chess match against Old Mr. Tao.

"Ahem, Old Tao, you pulled off quite a show for the juniors, I give you full marks."

"Old Yang, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Old Fu drank too much last year, fell at his doorstep, had a stroke the next day, and now he's paralyzed from a stroke, can't even breathe without help, can't speak, reportedly the only thing that can move is his heart. Don't mention challenging him, even a three-year-old child can challenge the current Old Fu."

"..."

Lin Hai felt an internal injury brewing.

This... Old Mr. Tao, can't you genuinely be mighty? Is boasting fun? Is challenging a disabled person fun?

"Ahem, that's still a challenge. You go challenge if you dare." Old Mr. Tao had an unmistakable awkward tone.

"I wouldn't challenge, you old fart are free, I still want my Yang family's descendants to thrive, I'd be brainless to follow an old bachelor like you." Another elderly man criticized.

Old Mr. Tao's face couldn't hold any dignity.

"Ahem." After a dry cough, the old man said: "Lin, that's acceptable, daring to mess with Old Fu's grandson is brave, but don't worry, as long as no one dies, there won't be any problem. I'll take care of anyone under Vice Huaxia Level for you."

"Well, though not dead, I've pretty much disabled all his limbs, isn't that serious... right?"

"Ahem, damn it... my heart feels uncomfortable, chat later." The old man swiftly hung up the phone.

Ximen Xiaoxiao and Donglong Wanqing were even more shocked and curious, who on earth did Lin Hai call? The person dared claim to challenge the former number seven Chief?

Although retired, the dignity and honor remain, can an ordinary person challenge that?

Lin Hai pondered, realizing it might be unreliable, the old man perhaps wasn't secure, so he took out his phone and dialed another number.

Ximen Xiaoxiao pricked up her ears again, "Who is he calling now?"