Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Wanhe Trading, Deputy General Manager's Office.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

Wang Anquan, his face ashen, sat in a large leather chair, constantly puffing out smoke.

In front of him, Green Hair's face was covered in bandages, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he spoke incoherently, as if he had a rag in his mouth.

He was kicked away by Cao Kun, losing half of his teeth and fracturing his nose, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

"Useless! You're all a bunch of useless trash!" Wang Anquan slammed his fist on the table.

"Last time, more than a dozen thugs were arrested, and not a single word came back. This time, they were beaten to a pulp by that guy surnamed Cao? Just who is he?"

Green Hair covered his face, his voice trembling:

"Mr. Wang, that guy surnamed Cao... his skills are terrifying! More than a dozen of us were taken down without even touching his clothes!"

"I...I've never seen anyone so good at fighting!"

His eyes still held a trace of terror as he recalled the scene of Cao Kun crushing him like a god of war descending to earth, and his calves were trembling.

Wang Anquan finally realized that he had underestimated Cao Kun's fighting power.

This kid is definitely no ordinary person!

He thought it was just an accident that the thugs he sent out last time had disappeared without a trace.

The fact that Green Hair's team had over a dozen members knocked unconscious on the spot shows that Cao Kun's strength far exceeds expectations.

If he sets his sights on you, you probably won't be able to sleep peacefully at night.

Wang Anquan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said to his subordinates:

"Immediately increase security! From today onwards, I must have at least twenty bodyguards around me 24 hours a day, and they must be fully armed!"

"Also, call Yanbian and offer them a hefty sum to come out of retirement. I refuse to believe they can't handle this kid!"

"Don't mess with that kid for now. We'll deal with him together when the people from Yanbian arrive!"

Wang Anquan sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Cao Kun, you think you can't afford to play with me!"

……

After leaving the hospital, Cao Kun dialed Hu Hong's number.

On the other end of the phone, Hu Hong's voice was enthusiastic: "Brother Cao! Oh, what a rare guest! What brings you to call your brother?"

Cao Kun exchanged a few pleasantries with him with a smile, then quickly got to the point, his tone slightly probing:

"Brother Hu, what does Old Zhang, the security guard at your company, usually like to do? I was thinking of inviting him for a couple of drinks and having a chat."

Upon hearing this, Hu Hong remained silent for a moment, his tone becoming somewhat subtle, as if he were hiding something:

"Brother, how much do you... know about Old Zhang? Why did you suddenly think of him?"

His voice was lowered, revealing a hint of caution.

Hu Hong spoke cryptically, but Cao Kun immediately understood, thinking to himself that Old Zhang's identity was probably not simple.

He thought for a moment, then said calmly:

"It's nothing. I just thought Old Zhang was quite old but still very skilled, so I thought he was interesting and wanted to invite him for a drink and ask him a few questions."

He paused, then added, "He helped me out at Fangyuan Metals that day, so I made plans to have drinks with him."

Hu Hong pondered for a moment: "I can tell you about Lao Zhang's preferences. He's a Vietnam War veteran and likes to drink Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor) and smoke Hongtashan cigarettes."

He then added, "But Old Zhang will definitely love your Dragon Tiger Wine. By the way, brother, how much Dragon Tiger Wine do you have left...?"

As Hu Hong spoke, he gradually shifted the conversation to his own affairs.

"Thank you, Brother Hu. I'll treat you to a meal next time!" Cao Kun quickly interrupted.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Kun knew what to do. He went straight to the tobacco and liquor store and bought several cartons of the most expensive Yundian Jinmian cigarettes.

The official price is 4000 yuan per piece, but the boss is still reluctant to sell, muttering nonsense about it being the store's prized possession.

Cao Kun immediately spent 8000 yuan per item, making the boss extremely happy.

There are three bottles left in the Dragon Tiger liquor truck, let's just take them all.

From Hu Hong's few words, Cao Kun vaguely sensed that Lao Zhang's background seemed somewhat mysterious.

It seems that going to him for today's matter was probably the right thing to do.

He drove straight to Fangyuan Metal, and as expected, Old Zhang was patrolling outside.

The 70-year-old man was wearing a heavy black protective suit, and his back was as straight as a pine tree.

Holding a heavy riot shield and carrying a steel riot fork on his shoulder, he practiced martial arts routines under the scorching sun, sweating profusely.

His moves were fierce and powerful, his steps were steady, and every thrust of his forked sword brought with it the sound of wind breaking. His shield swung with a fierce and imposing manner.

Cao Kun stared in astonishment for a moment: "This guy, Old Zhang, is 70 years old? He could easily beat five or six young men without any problem!"

Seeing the G-Wagon roaring closer, Old Zhang stopped his martial arts moves and stood still.

He stared intently at the car, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness.

Cao Kun got out of the car, and when Old Zhang saw him, a smile spread across his face:

"Hey, Xiao Cao, you're doing pretty well! You got a G-Wagon, I thought you were some big boss!"

Cao Kun smiled, went around to the trunk, and pulled out the things that were full of them:

Three bottles of Longhu liquor, several bottles of 52-proof Laobaigan liquor, four cartons of Yunguan Jinmian cigarettes, and several bags of peanuts and braised beef as snacks to accompany the drinks.

He walked over carrying some things, and Old Zhang asked curiously, "Why are you carrying so much cigarettes and alcohol? Isn't Xiao Hu at the company?"

Cao Kun said seriously, "Old Zhang, I'm here to see you. Didn't we agree to drink together last time? We have to have a good drink together today."

Old Zhang's eyes lit up when he saw Cao Kun's hands covered in cigarettes and alcohol. He swallowed involuntarily, but pretended to be calm.

"Haha, you've got a good thought for you!"

He took a bottle of Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor), stroked the bottle, and his eyes quickly regained their composure:

"Speak, Xiao Cao, what do you want? You're quite to my liking, young man. If there's anything easy you need, I'll lend you a hand if I can."

"That's great! Let's go inside."

Cao Kun grinned and quickly beckoned Old Zhang to walk into the guardhouse.

After a while, the two of them set up the table and chairs, and laid out the food and drinks. The air was immediately filled with the aroma of wine and cooked food.

The two sat facing each other, and Cao Kun skillfully lit a cloud-shaped golden crown and handed it to Old Zhang.

He picked up the cup that Lao Baigan had given him and filled it again: "Old Zhang, come on, let's have a drink!"

Old Zhang took the cigarette, his gaze falling on the tobacco and alcohol, lost in thought for a moment.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead picked up three cigarettes from the table, lit them, and stuck them in the ground.

He then picked up the old baijiu and poured two cups onto the ground, filling the air with its aroma.

"It's an old habit...we old folks always love to reminisce about the old days."

His tone was wistful, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to those turbulent years of gunfire.

Old Zhang exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze refocusing on Cao Kun: "So, Cao, what do you want?"

Cao Kun put down his wine cup and said seriously:

"To be honest, I've offended some people recently, and the women around me aren't very good at protecting themselves. I'm thinking of finding some reliable people to protect them."

He briefly recounted how Wang Anquan had sent men in black to surround and block the area.

Old Zhang laughed heartily after hearing this, and slapped the table: "So, all you wanted was a few bodyguards? That's easy!"