By the time Yin Yang dragged Aristotle into the villa, the battle inside had completely ended.
At this moment, Michael's Father's knees were shot through, his arms were also shot through, and he lay on the ground unable to move, and Magnusson's situation was not much better.
Michael, standing behind Zhang Jie, looked at the two people in front of him with a complicated expression; one was his idol, and the other was his adoptive father.
But Zhang Jie and his two companions didn't have such reservations, which was the point Kincaid appreciated most about Zhang Jie: his decisive actions.
Yin Yang casually threw Aristotle forward, then pulled out a glock 17 Pistol and shot him once in each leg.
Pfft! Pfft!
"Ah ah ah!!! Shit!"
At this moment, his two bodyguards could only watch, as they were unable to move.
"I'm sorry that your security mission has failed, but there's nothing to be done. Who told your opponents to be us?" Zhang Jie shrugged.
"If you still consider me your father, then give me a quick end. Don't stand by like a fool watching the show." Michael's adoptive father was quite tough; he didn't beg for mercy. Anyway, for him, living to his age was already enough.
Magnusson, on the other hand, was sniveling, constantly muttering and begging Zhang Jie to spare him.
Coupled with Aristotle's screams, the scene seemed to be getting a bit out of control.
Zhang Jie's gaze lingered on Michael's adoptive father for a moment, then he stepped on his injured knee.
"Mmm!"
The intense pain stimulated Michael's adoptive father; the veins on his forehead bulged, but unfortunately, he couldn't move.
"I've always been curious: you clearly knew Michael was afraid of blue ice cream, so why did you still bring it out?" This was something Zhang Jie had never understood.
"Hahaha, what's a waste like him going to do if I show him blue ice cream? If he can't overcome a childhood trauma, how can he become a great bodyguard?"
"In my opinion, he's just a piece of trash, and his biological mother was nothing but a whore available to everyone. She didn't even know who his father was."
"Don't make some stupid stories sound too great, because their truth is often disgusting."
Michael's Father looked at Michael's incredulous face, "Looks like you're surprised, aren't you? But that's the truth. I don't need a good-for-nothing as my son. Losing your 3A bodyguard certificate is your greatest shame, one you can never wash away in this life."
"I've already told the review board that you'll never get your bodyguard license back in this lifetime!"
Good heavens, Michael's adoptive father's sharp tongue was truly venomous. The insults came in waves; he truly lived up to the rap of a Black brother.
And Michael, under such verbal provocation, became withdrawn. Kincaid, seeing this, immediately felt something was wrong.
He then immediately reached out and slapped Michael across the face.
Slap!
Kincaid's right palm and Michael's right cheek collided fiercely.
This single blow instantly woke Michael up.
"What the f*ck! Why did you hit me?"
Michael touched his left cheek, glaring at Kincaid with an incredulous look.
But Kincaid glared back at him and said, "Just a few words shattered your will, making you depressed, withdrawn, and introverted—it's unbelievable. The Michael I know isn't such a coward; he's a guy who would bravely take a bullet for me!"
Kincaid's words were like a flash of lightning, cutting through the gloom in Michael's heart. He knew, however, that this wasn't enough.
Because Michael began to mumble again, "Yes, I'm a bodyguard who can take bullets for my employer, but I don't have a bodyguard license now. Without a bodyguard license, I'm nothing..."
"Even without a bodyguard license, you can still be an excellent bodyguard. I'm a killer, but I don't have a license either!" Zhang Jie muttered from the side.
Professional bodyguards need a bodyguard license because it's essential if one wants to establish a security company. But what if one doesn't need to establish a security company?
"To hell with bodyguard licenses! I'm a killer too, and I don't have a killer's license. But I still kill people like it's nothing! Those little punks, f*ck, I can kill several with one punch!"
Kincaid shook the Pistol in his hand, then stared fiercely at Michael, "Listen, a bodyguard license isn't that important. Don't let some old bastard who has no blood relation to you define you. You're the best."
To ignite Michael's fighting spirit, Kincaid decided to tell Michael an even more explosive truth, "Sophia and I haven't been able to have children because when you were in Brussels, you shot my balls off, motherf*cker! Do you know how much pain I was in then?"
Sophia, upon hearing this, was completely stunned, "What? What did you say? Say it again, my dear little cockroach, your balls were shot off by him!!"
Indeed, upon hearing Kincaid's words, Michael's attention was instantly diverted, "I'm the one who shot your balls, and you never thought to tell me?"
Michael looked at Kincaid, pointed at him, then at himself, "This means I won, and you lost."
The damned competitive spirit between men instantly erupted.
Kincaid stammered, "That was just a ricochet, an accident, it doesn't count!"
"Ricochet my ass, that means I won, remember!" Michael's voice even grew several decibels louder.
"That time doesn't count, understand?"
"It counts! That time I won, understand? Accept your defeat, you damned guy!" Michael poked Kincaid's chest, roaring loudly. This was one of the few times he had ever won against Kincaid.
And it was a complete victory, because Kincaid had permanently lost his ability to procreate because of it.
Kincaid chuckled, a little speechless, then looked at Michael with some relief, "You know what? Even though I really f*cking annoy you, I have to admit, you are indeed a good bodyguard."
As soon as this was mentioned, Michael instantly reverted to his old self, becoming depressed again.
"But I'll never get my bodyguard license back. It's all over."
Michael glanced at his adoptive father lying on the ground, then at Zhang Jie, and finally at Kincaid, "My adoptive father just told me that he's already spoken to the review board, and I'll never be able to get a bodyguard qualification license in this lifetime."
"To hell with the review board, to hell with that turtle-son adoptive father." Kincaid swore directly, "To hell with bodyguard licenses, what's a bodyguard for?"
Kincaid looked directly into Michael's eyes.
"To save people, of course." Michael answered without hesitation.
"That's right, a bodyguard's mission is to save people. To hell with bodyguard licenses," Kincaid looked at Michael, "Come on, say it with me: I don't have a bodyguard license, but I don't f*cking care."
"I don't have a bodyguard license, this is too terrible... Ow!" Before Michael could finish his sentence, he was slapped by Kincaid.
"Say it again?" Kincaid looked at Michael.
Well, it wasn't just Kincaid; there were also Zhang Jie, Jensen, Yin Yang, Caesar, and Sophia, plus three guys lying on the ground.
All their eyes were on Michael.
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