The Most Powerful Bodyguard-Chapter 969: Yan’s Origins

"It's all right, this is your home."

Yang Yan lightly smiled:

"At least we can temporarily treat this place as home."

"Can I have a home too?"

Yan humbly touched his own head.

Though his hand was dirty, he still didn't mind touching his hair.

Yang Yan observed for so long, he roughly understood what was going on with Yan.

It seems to be congenital intellectual deficiency.

His intelligence now is at most comparable to that of a seven or eight-year-old child.

This makes it impossible for him to think like a normal person of his age.

"Of course, you can follow me from now on! You have a home."

Yang Yan stood up and said kindly.

After speaking, he walked to Yan's side and, without minding the dirt, directly brought him inside.

Yan did not resist at this point, foolishly grinning.

He knew Yang Yan was good to him and trustworthy.

"Thank you! You are a good person."

Yan said sincerely.

"Don't thank me, go take a bath first."

Yang Yan took out a suit and placed it in the bathroom.

"These items are for bathing, remember to dry off after the bath and put on clothes before coming out, got it?"

Yang Yan was afraid Yan didn't understand yet, so he explained everything.

"I know, someone took me for a bath before." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"But that person left some money for me after I came out and then left. I could never find them again."

Yan humbly raised his head and embarrassedly touched his head:

"Maybe he thought I was too dumb. He initially said he would take me to work."

Yang Yan lightly smiled:

"It's okay, from now on, just stay by my side."

Yang Yan remembered when they met at the hotel.

Five or six well-dressed, seemingly wealthy young men commanded two security guards to throw Yan out with laughter.

It turned out these idle guys met Yan on the road and suddenly felt like teasing him.

They tricked him into dining at the hotel, and after a few bites, they changed faces, called the manager, and shouted:

"Where did this beggar come from? Eating at the same table with us?"

The direction their finger pointed at was Yan.

The manager didn't know the story and wanted to quickly resolve the issue.

After realizing the object was a fool, he immediately apologized to the distinguished guests and called security.

Only after that did Yang Yan see the scene.

Once security left, the group started to kick and punch Yan.

The intensity made it seem like there was a deep enmity.

Yang Yan initially wanted to leave but saw the fool being beaten yet not fighting back, still foolishly smiling and saying:

"Thank you for letting me eat a few bites, thank you!"

He didn't care about fists raining down on him.

The more they hit, the more upset they became.

Originally they were teasing him, but seeing he said thank you and acted as if nothing happened, how could they not be angry?

They started hitting harder.

Eventually, the young men exhausted their strength, each angrily kicked once before returning to the hotel.

Yang Yan merely passed by and only watched for about ten seconds.

At that time, the young men stopped, revealing exhaustion. Though sweating profusely, they still feebly cursed.

In contrast, the fool smiled foolishly while being beaten without showing other expressions, clearly not seriously injured.

Or perhaps those people weren't enough to hurt him.

Initially, Yang Yan didn't intend to interfere, this kind of thing was too common for him.

But after taking a closer look at the fool on the ground, Yang Yan's pupils shrunk, and an inexplicable oppressiveness began to permeate the scene.

He distinctly saw signs of bodily modification, and such extensive modification, both in terms of strength or familiar traces, was very much like one person's doing...

Confirming this, Yang Yan's eyes turned cold, he stepped towards the group of young men without saying a word.

At first, the group saw Yang Yan's extraordinary attire, his aura oppressive, mistakenly thinking they met a member of a prominent family.

However, the next moment, Yang Yan didn't waste words with them, instantly knocking them all down.

Following that, he directly led Yan back to the hotel for a meal.

The hotel manager's expression was bewildered.

Yet Yang Yan's presence was compelling, he dared not expel them, only watched nervously until they paid and left.

Yang Yan waited in the living room for a moment, then Yan came out.

His hair was wet, indicating he had bathed.

He was wearing the clothes Yang Yan provided.

You could say, it looked quite decent except for being a bit small.

"After bathing, dry your hair and come to me."

Yang Yan said while watching TV, pointing towards the hairdryer on the table.

"Yes."

Yan displayed his foolish smile again as he walked over.

"From now on, call me 'Master Yan'!"

Yang Yan suddenly said.

"Yes, Master Yan."

Yan chuckled and immediately responded.

"Go ahead."

Yang Yan waved his hand.

Talking to this guy takes more words than needed, quite tiring.

"Yes, Master Yan."

Yan turned and walked over.

But seeing his steps, Yang Yan's pupils shrank, slightly startled.

He already had a hunch in his mind at this time.

Mainly because he always walked beside him, he wasn't paying much attention, and only now did he notice this.

After a while, Yan finished tidying up and returned to Yang Yan's side.

He didn't speak, just stood there.

Instead of looking at Yang Yan, he looked around.

"Sit down."

Yang Yan tapped the sofa next to the table.

Yan obediently sat on the adjacent sofa, shifting his gaze to Yang Yan.

He seemed to know the rules, refusing to sit with Yang Yan.

"Yan, tell me all your past experiences."

Yang Yan appeared casual, his attention not on the TV.

Yan scratched his head, puzzled:

"Master Yan, what experiences?"

"Uh... how did you survive before?"

Yang Yan paused, then directly asked.

"First, I begged everywhere, then accidentally joined the military, stayed for about seven or eight years."

"But I don't know why, they suddenly drove me out."

"I could see they were reluctant, but it seemed to be orders from above; I had to leave."

"After that, I wandered, sometimes full, sometimes hungry, until I met you today."

Yan's intelligence wasn't high, but he had half of an ordinary person's.

At this point, he simply yet clearly narrated most of his life's experiences.

"Family?" Yang Yan stared at Yan, directly asking.

Yan shook his head, a bit dejected.

"No family."

"Since I remembered, I have been begging."

Yang Yan was silent, increasingly certain of his thoughts, fearing Yan was someone's piece planted outside!

Why say this?

To put it simply, Yan was a death pawn someone wanted to cultivate!

Moreover, a completely innocent person possessing a special physique could easily infiltrate the core of other forces!

Who would question the loyalty of such a clean background?

And now, it seemed that person left traces on Yan, yet hadn't had time for the next steps.

Therefore, everything was to Yang Yan's advantage.

Gradually, Yang Yan had a rough idea in his mind.

If you want him back, come find me!

Yang Yan grinned, looking at Yan:

"So, what are your plans next? Do you intend to keep begging?"

Yang Yan laughed while asking.

By now, he roughly understood why Yan was recruited into the army and then released.

Likely, someone pitied him and arranged for him to join the army.

Because of Yan's extraordinary talent and physique, the military was happy to have an easy-to-control strongman.

But he must have offended someone influential, so the military had no choice but to abandon him.

"Begging, wandering around is nice, I meet lots of different people."

Yan didn't realize anything, foolishly revealing his thoughts.

"Tell me, what kinds of people have you met?"

Yang Yan sipped the tea in front of him, asked with interest.