Chapter 040: Brother Yang

Su Jingxing had not expected to encounter people from Wanrong in the Qingyun Mountains.

The Glory Security Company was something he had deliberately investigated.

The original host had no knowledge of the connection between Wanrong and "Glory Security."

This security company, founded by Wanrong, had a rather good reputation in the local area.

However, before Wanrong reached the sixth rank, they only took on small jobs, mainly serving ordinary people.

Now that Wanrong had advanced to the sixth rank, Glory Security's business had expanded rapidly—even Xuantian University was willing to hire them.

It should be noted that the martial arts faculty of Xuantian University was one of the top five powers in Qinghe City.

Not to mention the dean, who was a fourth-rank expert—even the tutors were all at least seventh rank.

With their large security force as well, the university's martial power was formidable.

It was only recently, with many of the school's guards seconded elsewhere, that Glory Security had the opportunity to take a contract.

To show how seriously they took the assignment, the deputy manager of Glory Security personally led the escort team as captain.

This deputy manager, named Fan Chungang, was one of Wanrong's most trusted confidants.

Su Jingxing cast a distant glance, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

"Brother Yang, aren't you afraid to enter the mountains alone…"

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of force swept up, slicing past the girl who had just spoken and striking a large tree not far behind her with a muffled thud. The tree trembled slightly.

The sudden noise drew the attention of those nearby.

In no time, every gaze fell upon a young man beneath the tree, who was caught in the act of relieving himself.

He stood there frozen in shock, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Above his head, a slender black snake writhed frantically, its head pinned firmly to the trunk by a small knife.

"Wang Hanpeng! What are you waiting for? Get over here!"

"Damn, Old Wang nearly got it just now!"

"I told him not to wander off, but he wouldn't listen. Now look—almost lost his life!"

"By the way, who threw that knife? That was crazy accurate!"

"Captain Xu, was it your team?"

"…"

After their initial shock, everyone broke into exclamations.

The boy under the tree, Wang Hanpeng, was still trembling as he called out with a quaver in his voice, "My… my legs are numb, I can't move!"

"Ha! That's what you get for running off!"

"Scared now, aren't you?"

Two boys, laughing and cursing, rushed over.

"Man, you've wet your pants!"

"Shut up, will you!"

Joking as they went, the two helped Wang Hanpeng away from under the tree.

Meanwhile—

The girl next to Su Jingxing stared at him in astonishment, her mouth agape.

"Just now… Brother Yang, was it you who threw the knife?"

"That's called a throwing knife," a burly middle-aged man said as he strode over, thanking Su Jingxing. "Thank you, Brother Yang, for saving us. Your knife-throwing skills are impressive!"

"You're too kind, Captain Xu. I just happened to notice," Su Jingxing replied with a smile.

The man’s name was Xu Nianxiang, captain of the security team.

As for Su Jingxing, the others called him Yang because he had disguised himself with a human-skin mask and used a false identity when introduced.

Yang Jian!

He had even chosen the best version of Erlang Zhenjun—Uncle Jiao's youthful appearance.

Uncle Jiao, at his peak, had exceptional looks.

That was also why Su Jingxing had quickly struck up conversations with several girls.

Good looks were an advantage anywhere.

…

"Still, it's lucky you noticed, or I'd be in real trouble," Xu Nianxiang said with a wry smile, responding to Su Jingxing's modesty.

"Yes, if not for Brother Yang, I'd be to blame as well," said Professor Lin Xiurun, who approached holding a bundle of herbs. He thanked Su Jingxing, visibly moved. "That was a venomous snake. If it had bitten him, Little Wang would have been dead in two minutes. On behalf of his parents and Xuantian University, I thank you."

With that, he bowed deeply to Su Jingxing.

"There's no need for that, Professor Lin. Since I saw what was about to happen, I couldn't let tragedy occur," Su Jingxing said quickly, stepping forward to help Lin Xiurun up.

As a poor student, Su Jingxing had always respected true scholars.

This had nothing to do with how strong he was now.

"No, proper thanks are only right," Lin Xiurun insisted. "Brother Yang, if you could leave your contact information, I'll have Little Wang's parents thank you properly when we're back in the city."

"Yes, don't turn us down," Xu Nianxiang urged. "Little Wang's parents are not only wealthy, but come from a martial arts family. I'm sure you’ll find them helpful."

As he spoke, Xu Nianxiang beckoned to Wang Hanpeng in the distance. "Little Wang, come thank Brother Yang!"

With his head down, Wang Hanpeng shuffled over and mumbled, "Um, thanks…"

"You brat, is that how you speak to your savior?" Lin Xiurun scolded. "Is this all the gratitude you can muster?"

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Wang Hanpeng shouted, his face flushing red, head still lowered.

Su Jingxing said, "If you have a spare pair of pants, you should change. There’s no need to thank me."

"No, I must thank you!"

This time, Wang Hanpeng's gratitude was sincere, but as soon as he finished, he turned and fled.

The girls nearby covered their mouths, giggling.

Half of Wang Hanpeng's pants were soaked.

Su Jingxing had only reminded him out of kindness, seeing his embarrassment.

"Brother Yang, you’re a good man, but there’s something odd. Your knife-throwing technique looks familiar to me," came a deep voice.

Fan Chungang, accompanied by his security team, approached Su Jingxing, speaking in an unhurried tone.

"Really?" Su Jingxing turned to look at the fully armed Fan Chungang, replying calmly, "What a coincidence. Where do you think you've seen it, Manager Fan?"

"Captain Fan, what's so strange about it?" Xu Nianxiang interjected, frowning. "Aren't most throwing knife techniques pretty similar?"

"Yeah, it’s just throwing knives," a girl chimed in. "I know how myself, though I'm nowhere near as accurate as Brother Yang."

"Haha, I’ve played darts before."

"Me too, me too!"

A few girls began to chatter away.

"Heh, not to boast, but back in the day, I was the school's dart champion!" Lin Xiurun added with a laugh.

Hearing all this, Fan Chungang's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Is that so? Then I must have been mistaken," Fan Chungang said with a forced smile. "Sorry about that, Brother Yang."

"Nothing to apologize for," Xu Nianxiang jumped in before Su Jingxing could answer. "Like I said, knife-throwing is similar everywhere. Easy mistake."

"That’s right," Su Jingxing said with a smile. "There's nothing to argue over—"

"No, that's not it!"