247: Chapter 236: When Society and Glory Collide 247: Chapter 236: When Society and Glory Collide The three bodyguards standing behind him wore gloomy expressions as they stepped forward.
They too held disdain for following such a young master, but the harshness of society left them with little choice.
After retiring from the military, they had essentially become disconnected from ordinary civilian life, their behavior and style utterly adhering to military standards.
They couldn’t tolerate a speck of sand in their eyes.
Yet, over the years, each time they saw their elderly family members helping them out with money, they felt a profound sense of humiliation deep within.
To prevent further worry for their parents, they connected with some old soldiers who had left the military, and began a career as bodyguards.
Due to their exceptional combat skills, within just one year, their salaries had risen to several tens of thousands of yuan.
Even so, they harbored an indescribable feeling towards those they protected; either political officials or business elites.
Their ways were intolerable to soldiers who had only been discharged from the military a few years prior.
If not for the pressure from society, they wouldn’t be willing to engage in such underhanded jobs day in and day out.
“Brother Yun, leave these guys to me,” Mao Shan said with a sneer, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward, “I really don’t believe that they can take us down here today.”
The three opposing bodyguards took a deep breath and charged at Mao Shan with a roar, their punches and kicks showing proper form.
However, in the eyes of Mao Shan and Song Yun, they were still too green.
The military boxing taught in the army was indeed powerful, but it was no match for their specially trained abilities.
The approaching trio displayed their military boxing impressively, each punch and kick whistling through the air.
In contrast, Mao Shan simply dodged persistently.
Seeing a ripe opportunity, the three bodyguards attacked more aggressively, in a tight sequence, as the narrow pathway, barely over a meter wide, left Mao Shan with no chance to counterattack.
Mao Shan felt helpless.
The opponents, using six fists and six feet, obviously employed a special battle formation method, a tactic where one would strike before immediately another took over, making their combined force much stronger than if they fought separately.
Mao Shan kept dodging their attacks, slowly retreating towards where Song Yun stood.
Suddenly, he shouted and landed a punch on the sole of one of their feet.
His focus was on power, enhanced both by drugs and relentless training by military veterans.
This cleverly powered punch forced the recipient to stagger back several steps and fall to the ground, clutching his ankle.
With one man down, the other two were no longer formidable.
Mao Shan slid between them and grabbed each by the neck, lifting them high.
“Put them down, let’s not cause any fatalities,” Song Yun said as he patted Mao Shan’s tensed muscles.
Mao Shan grunted and tossed the two men at Tian Qi’s feet.
Song Yun stepped forward and, seeing that the three men weren’t seriously injured, smiled and said, “All three of you come from the military, right?
What’s your unit number?”
“The 55th Army, Third Battalion, Company Three,” the man Mao Shan had thrown responded, gasping for air.
“The 55th Army’s Third Battalion Company Three, huh?
That’s a heroic unit.
I really don’t know how such scum came from such a heroic company,” Song Yun scoffed.
“Your predecessors fought to the last man to stop the invaders, not leaving anyone behind until the battalion number was reissued after liberation.
Yet today, you’ve tarnished its reputation.”
“You can’t insult my battalion like that,” the man clutching his ankle tried to struggle up, but it seemed his shin might be fractured, and it took him a while to manage sitting up.
“I’m not insulting your battalion; I’m insulting you,” Song Yun said slowly.
“The military never taught you to bully the weak, right?
All I know is that the military’s duty is to protect the people, protect the country.
You are supposed to be the people’s soldiers, but now you’re helping the wicked to bully the people.
How should I judge you?”
These words caused the men’s faces to flush with shame; they gritted their teeth but remained silent.
Song Yun patted one on the shoulder and said, “Never disgrace your battalion.
You should know you came from a heroic company, and you have the responsibility to bring that company’s honor into reality.
Then, when people talk about you, they’ll give a thumbs-up and say, ‘This man is truly from that heroic company.'”
“We wish it were so,” one man sighed and managed a bitter smile.
“But after leaving, we discovered we knew nothing about surviving other than fighting.
We can’t flatter, we don’t know the latest technology, we don’t know how to interact with people.
In the military, we were taught to be tough, and now bodyguarding is the only path we have left.”
“Alas, when societal pressure clashes with honor, are the difficulties of life…” Song Yun mused.
“Considering we’re both from the military, I’m offering you a path.
It might be somewhat different from what you’re used to in the army, but one thing’s the same: here, everyone is a brother, everyone has something they must protect.
Are you willing to walk this path?”
“What kind of work?” a man asked without hesitation, eager to find such a job and avoid idly following any idle young master prone to trouble.
“An organization with somewhat dark attributes,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“You might be surprised.
In your eyes, such an organization might be worse than these spoiled rich kids.
But my organization is different.”
“The crows in the world are generally black; what makes yours any different?” a man retorted, thinking Song Yun was deceiving them.
“No, no, no.
My organization never engages in activities that break the law.
Moreover, we maintain excellent relations with powerful people above us.
Plus, I am a Major General in the Sunan military district.
You should know what being a Major General entails.
My sole purpose in founding this organization is to maintain underground peace in the city.
Think about it; if the environment is rife with scammers and exploiters, how can people have better days?
My purpose is to restore peace to this chaotic darkness.”
“Are you sure you’re not joking with us?” a man stood up and looked earnestly at Song Yun.
“No, if you don’t believe me, you can check out my organization anytime,” Song Yun responded, pulling out a business card specially made for him by Wang Hu and tossing it with a smile.
“You can decide whether to join after you’ve visited.”