A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The lead bodyguard stood upright, leaning against the hood of the car, his chest heaving violently, rainwater splattering down his chin and into the mud.

He Wenzhou stood in front of the car, loosened half of his tie, and looked past the bodyguards at Chen Lang.

"Take her away." He lowered his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The lead bodyguard rubbed his sternum, took another step, and squeezed sideways into the narrow gap beside the bamboo fence.

Chen Lang's hands were empty, his black vest was covered in sawdust, and his high-top Martin boots blocked the road completely by stepping into the cracks between the stone slabs.

"Sir, please cooperate." The bodyguard stared at him.

"I've been very cooperative." Chen Lang raised his chin, the pale beauty mark at the corner of his left eye catching the sunlight. "I even put down the axe. Pretty civilized, right?"

The wood-chopping axe by the wall is attached to the blue bricks, with the blade facing inward.

Chen Lang stood with a relaxed posture, his left shoulder half an inch lower than his right, exuding a carefree and nonchalant air.

The lead bodyguard moved his wrist.

"Get out of the way."

"The owner of the courtyard didn't invite you in." Chen Lang didn't move his feet.

"This is the final warning."

"What a coincidence," Chen Lang chuckled, his eyelids drooping slightly. "Your boss just said it was the last time too. What, are final ultimatums being issued in bulk?"

The live stream chat covered half of the screen.

[These are four professional bodyguards who just came in. Brother Lang, have you put down your axe?]

[Has he really trained? The guys across from me are so big they almost block the doorway; I don't even dare drink the water in my hand.]

[The newcomers should first make sure the water is stable; the veteran fans have already started calculating the bodyguard's work-related injuries.]

[By leaving the axe against the wall, Brother Lang is showing respect to the other side.]

[Don't worry, everyone. When Brother Lang is rescuing people while rock climbing, he's much busier than this. This scene is just a pre-dinner activity.]

[Bodyguard: Boss, this job isn't what the job posting said! This is like a game-changer!]

[This move completely shut me down for thirty seconds! I'm bowing down to Lang Ge!]

He Wenzhou's gaze passed over Chen Lang and landed on Gu Qingshang, who was holding a helmet.

"What are you waiting for?"

Without another word, the lead bodyguard raised his hand and shoved Chen Lang in the chest.

The heel of his palm struck his sternum, and Chen Lang took a half step back, his Martin boots landing on the edge of the stone steps.

He kept his hands at his sides and did not retaliate.

Thinking he had succeeded, the bodyguard stepped into the narrow gap, his right hand reaching over Chen Lang's shoulder, his fingers hooking towards the back of his neck. His left arm pressed across his chest, and he thrust his hips forward, preparing to throw the man aside.

Cut your left foot between your opponent's feet, lower your shoulders, and place your right arm against the elbow of the person you're approaching. Twist your waist half a circle, press your palm against their wrist bone, and lift your elbow upwards.

The bodyguard's arm bent outwards, and the knuckles cracked with a dull thud.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Chen Lang pressed against his side and back. His knees wedged into the backs of the legs, his shoulders pressed against the shoulder blades, and using the force of the other's forward momentum, he pushed him out of the door.

boom.

The lead bodyguard's knees slammed into the mud, his arms were clasped behind his back, and his face was only half a palm's distance from the car door.

Chen Lang released his grip, returned to his original position, and brushed the dust off his knuckles.

"The first one."

The lead bodyguard pushed himself up, his right arm hanging at his side, but he couldn't lift his elbow several times. He gritted his teeth and backed away, beads of sweat rolling into the mud on his forehead.

A second bodyguard rushed in from the left, his fist aimed straight for Chen Lang's jaw.

Chen Lang turned his head to dodge the punch, placing his palm on his opponent's forearm. He then pulled the incoming punch outwards, hooking his foot around the ankle and thrusting his shoulder into the opponent's chest.

The man's feet were dangling in mid-air, and he crashed sideways into his companion.

Two suits were stacked on the hood of the SUV, causing the vehicle to sag and the alarm to sound three times.

Chen Lang reached out and brushed the sawdust off his shoulder.

"The second one."

"Scatter!" the lead bodyguard shouted. "Don't go into the narrow opening!"

The third bodyguard went around to the right side of the bamboo door and kicked the door latch.

The bamboo pole dented inward from the kick. Bai Weiwei gripped the door latch, her foot sliding half a step across the stone slab, the sole of her shoe scraping against the ground with a harsh screech.

Su Niannian threw down the spatula and reached out to support her back.

"Tear down my door?" Bai Weiwei raised her face. "My grandfather made this door himself!"

The third bodyguard crashed into the side door of the SUV, causing the vehicle to sway twice.

Chen Lang withdrew his hand.

The man leaned against the car door, bracing himself with his legs several times, but his knees remained bent.

"The third one."

The only sound in the courtyard was the rustling of raindrops hitting the bamboo leaves.

Su Niannian's palms were sweaty, the spatula handle slippery, as she stopped behind the bamboo door. Soup dripped from the spatula onto the stone slab. She opened her mouth, but the curses she had prepared were stuck in her throat.

Bai Weiwei was still holding the door latch, her body maintaining the position of blocking the door. She glanced down at the three bodyguards lying beside the car, then looked up at Chen Lang, tapping the door latch twice to confirm that the bamboo door was still standing.

Ye Xingyu leaned against the door frame, her shoulders relaxing. She had prepared herself for several people to block the door, and had even chosen her escape route. From the moment the first bodyguard made his move to the moment the third person pressed against the car door, Chen Lang hadn't even touched the axe.

Gu Qingshang held the pearl-white helmet, his gaze shifting back and forth between Chen Lang's stance and the positions of the three bodyguards.

Push, pull, use leverage, dislocate joints.

In their three encounters, there were no unnecessary moves.

Gu Qingshang stopped his hand on the helmet buckle.

"You held back when you were chopping wood this morning."

Chen Lang brushed the sawdust off his vest.

"Why work so hard chopping wood when there's no performance bonus?"

Shen Qingci stood beside the stone table, black sandalwood beads pressed against her wrist bones. She knew Chen Lang could rock climb and do parkour; she had personally witnessed him brace himself against an out-of-control heavy motorcycle with one leg.

The scene before her eyes was beyond her comprehension.

Four professional bodyguards blocked the entrance to the courtyard, while three others were unable to enter. Chen Lang's breathing was steady, his shoulders relaxed, and even the stray hairs on his forehead were only damp with sweat from chopping wood.

As the sound of rain hitting the blue bricks faded away, she stared at Chen Lang's empty hands, her throat tightened, her ears burned, and even her breathing became shallow.

The sour soup churned under the lid, and the pungent aroma of Litsea cubeba wafted over the eaves, mingling with the muddy smell carried by the tires.

Su Niannian glanced down at the stove.

"The heat is just right."

She glanced again at the three mud-stained suits by the car, and flipped the spatula in her hand.

"You've come at just the right time, demonstrating how to remove the fishy smell right in front of you."

I thought Brother Lang was carrying an axe to intimidate the crowd, but it turns out he really was there to chop wood!

[Three professional bodyguards, none of them could last more than two moves against him?]

[Chef Su held the spatula up for ages, and Awei almost jammed the door latch into the wood, but in the end, Brother Lang cleared the place all by himself!]

[A narrow doorway trapped four professional bodyguards, yet Brother Lang didn't even lose his breathing.]

This is a complete overhaul of the domineering CEO's top bodyguard, a muddy little vegetable.

He Wenzhou stared at the three people beside the car.

These four bodyguards were screened three times by the He family's security department. Two of them had worked as escorts overseas, and the leader had won a provincial-level free fighting title.

Now, one person is supporting their right arm, another is holding onto the front of the car, and the third is leaning against the car door; even standing up straight is difficult for them.

He Wenzhou pulled off the tie clip, pressing the metal edge into his palm.

"Chen Lang, do you know what you're doing?"

"Know."

Chen Lang rotated his wrist.

"Help Awei protect the gate, and incidentally save Chef Su three staff meals."

"You are interfering in the Gu family's affairs."

"Let's discuss the Gu family's affairs outside the door." Chen Lang raised his eyes. "If you come in and try to take them away, that's my responsibility."

He Wenzhou did not answer, and turned his gaze to the remaining bodyguard.

The man stood behind the SUV, his feet remaining still for a long time.

The lead bodyguard gritted his teeth and warned, "Don't make direct contact with him."

The last bodyguard went around the back of the car and stepped into the vegetable ditch.

Avoiding the narrow bamboo gate, they climbed over the low bamboo fence into the courtyard, their shoes landing on the stone table, just three steps away from Gu Qingshang.

Bai Weiwei took a breath and picked up the small hoe by the door.

Su Niannian held the spatula across, while Ye Xingyu grabbed the back of the wooden stool.

Their voices, which had just been suppressed by Chen Lang's three counterattacks, resurfaced, and they all surrounded Gu Qingshang.

Gu Qingshang put down his helmet and pushed back the chair behind him.

Shen Qingci stepped over the wooden bench.

She stood in front of Gu Qingshang, her gray windproof jacket covering half of the bamboo sieve, her black sandalwood prayer beads striking her wrist. Her shoes pressed down on the mud marks left on the stone slab, her shoulders and back straight.

The bodyguard stopped.

His gaze passed over Shen Qingci's shoulder and shifted slightly towards Chen Lang.

"Get out of the way."

Shen Qingci did not move.

"She said she wouldn't go with you."

The bodyguard raised his hand, ready to push her aside.

Just as his hand crossed the shoulder line, a figure from the other side of the stone table cut between the two.

Chen Lang stepped over the bench, his left foot landing behind the bodyguard, and with one arm, he reached through the bodyguard's arm and chest. His forearm locked around the shoulder and neck, his other hand pressed down on the elbow, and his waist twisted backward.

The bodyguard's feet left the ground, his back slammed into Chen Lang's chest, and his shoulders and elbows were firmly locked.

Raise your elbow and strike from behind.

Chen Lang tightened his arms, his knees wedged the outside of the thighs, and pressed the person out of the narrow bamboo fence.

The heel of the shoe scraped across the stone slab, leaving two muddy streaks.

Once outside, Chen Lang loosened the elbow lock and escorted the person back to his companions.

the fourth.

It didn't even last two steps.

Bai Weiwei held up the small hoe, poised to charge forward. After a two-second pause, she silently placed the hoe back against the wall.

Su Niannian looked down at her spatula, then at Chen Lang.

"I was just about to help you?"

Chen Lang stood back in front of the bamboo gate.

"I appreciate the thought, but I'll keep the spatula to serve the fish."

Ye Xingyu straightened the wooden stool, her palms still resting on the back of the chair. Looking at the four bodyguards lying haphazardly outside the door, she exhaled the breath that had been pressing on her chest.

"Are they all professional bodyguards?"

Gu Qingshang picked up the helmet and tucked it back into his arm.

"The He family's security team only recruits people with practical combat experience."

Su Niannian draped the spatula over her shoulder.

"OK."

"The biggest fish tonight will go to the woodcutter."