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  Leng Zhenyue is nominally the chief instructor of Anlebao Company, but this old man just hangs his name in the company and doesn't take a salary. He is a genuine uninsured person, and there is no medical expense reimbursement for work-related injuries such as fractures. However, his identity is relatively transcendent, and he is considered to be an existence like Taishang Laojun, with special privileges.

  Leng Lao Tou was a martial arts enthusiast who had been practicing for over 50 years since he was six years old. He claimed to have mastered various styles and even defeated the undefeated champion of the Middle Sea, but Wu Ming wasn't convinced by his boasts. All Wu Ming knew was that he could easily kick him into a ditch with one foot, leaving him unable to climb out.

  First, the employer's peace and then peace, later the employer's happiness and then happiness.

  This is the meaning of "An Er Le" three words, it is also the company's motto. Their corporate culture has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. The company enjoys a high reputation in China and even throughout the country, with everyone praising it. In just a few short years, An Er Le has become the leader in this emerging industry of bodyguards.

  The Leng family conglomerate has more than a hundred subsidiaries across East Asia, covering many industries. This private family business has quietly become the leader of the Chinese business world.

  Leng Tianyou, Chairman of the Leng Group, has been ranked as one of the top ten business leaders for several years in a row. However, what people are most enthusiastic about is his only daughter, Leng Bingbing, who inherited her father's excellent business acumen and personally founded An'erlebao, growing it from a small company with just over a hundred employees to nearly 10,000 today.

  The entry procedures of large companies are always more troublesome, and physical examinations are also required. However, there is no need to run to the hospital as Anhe has its own professional medical team with facilities that are not inferior to those of a third-class hospital, and even top surgeons from Japan.

  "Physical examination is not a pleasant thing, how can this kid stay inside for half a day without coming out?" Zhuge Dachang had been guarding the door of the medical room for half a day and couldn't help but complain.

  Leng Zhenyue revealed a profound gaze and said slowly: "You'll know once you go in!"

  Finally, the infirmary door opened and Wu Ming walked out with a sheepish expression, his left eye socket slightly blackened, and his legs seeming to float.

  "Three Nobles, what's going on?"

  "There's blood, and I feel a bit dizzy." "Isn't that an exaggeration?" Zhuge Dachang exclaimed in surprise, staring at Wu Ming's pitch-black eyes, asking: "And what's with your eyes?"

  "You've put your hand in the wrong place..."

  "Zhuge Dachang is coming..." A strange and eerie female voice echoed from the medical room.

  Zhuge Dachang entered with a puzzled face...

  Leng Zhenyue gazed at Wu Ming's dark eye circles, chuckled and said: "Was it Ah Mei who hit you? She's not only a doctor but also an Aikido instructor, so be careful when messing with her."

  "Hmph! Just a touch on the buttocks and she's reacting so greatly......" Wu Ming coldly snorted.

  What's the point of touching someone's butt? Leng Chen shook his head and quickly changed the subject, asking: "By the way, do you know how to use a weapon? Which one do you think is more powerful, sword, spear or halberd?"

  "Pistols are the most powerful!"

  Leng Zhenyue snapped his fingers and praised: "Brilliant! Truly brilliant!"

  Waiting for Zhuge Dachang's physical examination was a long process, Leng Zhenyue chattered endlessly about martial arts topics, from Tai Chi to Wuying Footwork, from Golden Sword to Silver Sword. Wu Ming showed little interest in this and responded perfunctorily.

  After showing off his erudite side, Leng Zhenyue's fox tail was exposed, and he asked Wu Ming with shining eyes and an expectant face: "How about it? Want to consider becoming my disciple? I'll pass on a peerless divine technique."

  "No!" Wu Ming flatly refused.

  "The newly recruited bodyguards need to undergo six months of closed training, followed by a three-month probationary period..." Leng Zhen Yue Xiao Zhi used reason and then tempted him with benefits: "If you acknowledge me as your master, I can make an exception and let you skip the special training and probationary period. You only need to learn one month of equipment lessons and you can go on duty directly."

  Wu Ming rubbed his nose, unmoved.

  "I have Ah Mei's phone number..." Leng Zhenyue said slowly, and Wu Ming's expression changed, immediately increasing the intensity: "Even if you want to pursue our family's Bing'er, there's room for negotiation! Her appearance and figure are no less than Ah Mei's."

  "Bring me the phone." Wu Ming stretched out his big hand.

  Alas! If I had known this trick was useful, I wouldn't have wasted so many words. Leng Zhenyue flipped open his wallet, took out two business cards and handed them to Wu Ming...

  Taking the business card, Wu Ming confirmed it and put it in his bag, saying casually: "Teacher is above, please accept my bow..." After finishing speaking, he made a very perfunctory bow.

  The apprentice's face was expressionless, but the master's eyes were brimming with tears, repeatedly saying: "Good, good, no need to be polite."

  Just then, Zhuge Dachang came out of the infirmary. He had been in there longer than Wu Ming, and when he emerged, his eyes were still bright and spirited, his stride was still powerful, but on his left cheek was a prominent palm print...

  "Brother Pig, are your legs weak?" Wu Ming hastily asked after him.

  "How could blood make legs weak? I'm done for!"

  "Whose face?"

  "You've put your hand in the wrong place..."

  Silence...

  Wu Ming suddenly thought of something and asked in a sinister tone: "Have you eaten Ah Mei's tofu? Tell me, where did you touch?"

  "Ah Mei? That sly vixen?" Zhuge Dachang furrowed his brow, then revealed a scornful expression and continued: "Three Treasures! I'm not saying it's your brother who said it, but that kind of woman is untouchable. To put it bluntly, she's just a pump, whereas my Suzuki sprout is lovely. However, the little girl was quite spicy too - as soon as I touched her chest, she slapped me!"

  What's going on? And what about Er Yu? Leng Chen Yue has lost his ability to speak!

  Different goals! No competition, a pair of sworn brothers immediately put their shoulders together and share the joy in their hearts...

  "That woman is really something, her butt shape is truly perfect, I'll definitely get her into all 36 positions sooner or later."

  "My little sprout is just right, one of these days she'll find out how formidable her brother is."

  "That sprout is quite cute, but has acne on his face."

  "What's the big deal? Women all look the same in the dark, and pimples will disappear anyway, idiot."

  "Hey... let's just drop it!" Leng Zhenyue reminded in a low voice from the side.

  At some point, two white-coated women with menacing glints in their eyes stood at the entrance of the infirmary. One was a natural beauty, with a figure like a calabaza, large breasts and round buttocks. The other was less attractive but had an equally explosive physique.

  That's not the point, the point is that they don't look very friendly, all of them are holding huge syringes with gleaming needles...

  "I think we need to draw another tube of blood and check the male function!" The beautiful aunt said, directly grabbing Wu Ming's arm, wanting to inject a needle.

  Wu Ming waved his hand and shouted "Ya Mie Deng!", then turned around and ran away. Zhuge Dachang was stunned for a moment, then also quickly scattered and fled...

  "Zhuge Dachang, wait a minute, I have Suzuki Yamada's phone number..."

  "The Chinese men are really bad, they like to bully us." The lovely woman said in Japanese with a pout.

  "Hmph...... Wu Mingjun, I've remembered!" The beautiful and elegant sister's eyes sparkled with a smile.

  ………………………………………………………………

  After signing the contract, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang received three sets of uniforms, which looked a bit like police uniforms, but without stars or flowers, and no five stripes. On the back were printed a few large characters: An Er Le (Peace and Happiness).

  Western-style suits are only available to top-notch bodyguards, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang, who received special treatment and were exempt from closed training, but still had to learn a month's worth of equipment courses, pass the assessment before they could go on duty and become the lowest-level D-class bodyguard.

  Blood, it's like adding insult to injury, suffering is deep and heavy, walking towards the parking lot feels like strolling on clouds, doing a sloppy job.

  "Damn it, this employee ID number is really damn unlucky, isn't 94 just 'nine deaths and one life'?"

  "Damn! Am I even more miserable? 944? Is it just one death?"

  "Bloody hell, daring to resist after being touched on her butt! Truly morally bankrupt..."

  "Blood, pinch her chest as punishment, these little girls actually dare to bite back..."

  Wu Ming's face turned sinister, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he said: "Those two teach martial arts, tomorrow is their combat class, we'll go learn from them and find an opportunity to take care of them!"

  "Just as I expected!" Zhuge Dachang snorted and said: "If you don't beat her for a day, she'll think of going upstairs to remove the tiles, and turn against me!"

  "Say, our old... teacher, what's on his mind?"

  "Who knows, he's all mysterious and stuff, saying something about teaching us some incredible martial arts tomorrow. With his small build, I could fart and blow him three miles away."

  Arriving at the parking lot, Zhuge Dachang couldn't help but ask: "Did you drive here?"

  "Ah! A Little Red Horse!"

  Xiao Ben? Zhuge Dachang's curiosity was soon satisfied, as Wu Ming drove up in his Little Mouse vehicle...

  "Hey, Brother Pig! Get on, I'll give you a ride!"

  "Are you going to send me to the Western Heaven?" Zhuge Dachang said in a bad mood, then shook his head and laughed: "No need, I'll take the bus back myself. This small broken car, can it still breathe if we both sit on it?"

  "This little mouse is a Suzuki... don't you want to take it for a ride?" Wu Ming revealed a sly smile.

  Zhuge was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and scolded: "You little stinker, get out of the way, I'll drive."

  Dripping with sweat...... The old mouse, still vigorous in his old age, was indeed heroic. With two big guys pressing down on him, he could still run, only a bit slower than before!

  As they approached the company gate, a shiny silver Maserati overtook Wu Ming's little mouse on the right and honked its horn!

  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang took the trumpet sound as a provocation, both humming at the same time, stretching out their middle fingers to show respect!

  Through the rearview mirror, the owner of Maserati just happened to raise two middle fingers. She pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose and hummed! Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang? Great!

  When Maserati drove out of the company gate, several black-clothed men guarding the door all slightly bowed!

  At this point, Zhuge Dachang let out a deep sigh and said: "Three Guis, my intuition tells me that we're going to be unlucky!"

  "I agree!"

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