Girls' School Security Guard

Lying on the bed in the security room, Yang Yifeng's complexion slowly turned ugly.

His thoughts were a whirlwind, and Yang Yifeng fell into his memories.

Yang Yifeng belonged to a special national department, carrying out high-risk, extremely difficult tasks. However, during a mission six months ago, the team led by Yang Yifeng suffered a disastrous defeat, having been betrayed and ambushed by the enemy. In the end, out of the seven members in his team, only Yang Yifeng, injured all over, managed to escape.

Yang Yifeng had thought that all the members of his team had perished, but after seeing Han Yuruo's reaction today, he understood that not everyone had died in that battle!

At the very least, Han Yuruo's brother, also known as 'Iron Fist' Han Chenggang, definitely wasn't dead!

But Yang Yifeng couldn't understand why, if Han Chenggang was alive, he didn't report back to the organization. Why didn't he contact him, the captain, but instead snuck back to Donghai City alone?

Recalling the flicker in Han Yuruo's eyes just now, Yang Yifeng felt sure there was something he didn't know involved.

"Phew. It's good that he's alive. As long as there's life, there's definitely a way to solve the problem. For now, I better hurry and find that mischievous Han Chenggang," he mused, lying on the bed and letting out a long breath, his gaze growing distant.

Finding Han Chenggang, Yang Yifeng's next move would be to investigate that past incident.

Back then, everything was progressing smoothly, but in the end, someone leaked the information—or rather, it seemed intentional, leading to the exposure of Yang Yifeng's team's operation and ultimately trapping them in enemy territory, resulting in complete annihilation.

Every time he thought about it, Yang Yifeng's heart ached.

He had thought that he would have to investigate this matter alone for the rest of his life, but after encountering Han Yuruo today, Yang Yifeng realized that he wasn't alone anymore. He must find Han Chenggang, and together, they would delve into the events of that year!

After some thought, Yang Yifeng didn't report this matter to his superiors.

Firstly, Yang Yifeng was not free at the moment, since he had his own mission: to protect Ye Zitong in the next room. Acting on his own during the mission, especially if it interfered with its execution, would be troublesome to explain on his part.

Secondly, whether Han Yuruo was truly Han Chenggang's sister, and whether he could find Han Chenggang, everything was still uncertain. Yang Yifeng could only operate covertly for now and wait until he had definitive answers before reporting to his superiors.

Thinking this, Yang Yifeng suddenly felt as if his once monotonous life was now filled with hope. He perked up visibly.

He lay on the bed, the corners of his mouth curling into a nice arc.

"Gang Zi, you bastard, better pray I don't find you too soon, or I, your father, will burst your nuts! Damn it!" he cursed with a laugh, unawares that his mood had inexplicably improved.

Perhaps this was the comfort of knowing that a brother-like figure was still alive in this world!

With nothing pressing the following day, and needing to protect Ye Zitong in the dorm next door, Yang Yifeng bought two pinhole cameras from an electronics store. He took the opportunity while the students were in evening self-study to install the devices outside the window and door of Ye Zitong's room.

He didn't install them inside the girls' dormitory, as Yang Yifeng wasn't the type to peep into the girlsʼ dorm rooms. Moreover, if someone accidentally discovered the device, he would be at a loss to explain, although Yang Yifeng didn't think the pinholes he personally installed would be found.

After completing all this, it was already evening. Yang Yifeng checked the footage from the cameras on his phone and smiled slightly.

OK, not a single problem.

As time passed, the students finished their classes. Yang Yifeng watched on his phone as Ye Zitong and her friends returned to the dorm, laughing and talking. He smiled again, turned off the phone's display, and then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The events of these past days had been really remarkable. It seemed like all the women around him were beautiful, and the thought of how comfortable his upcoming days would be almost made Yang Yifeng want to whistle joyfully.

Night fell quickly. After ten o'clock, when lights out occurred in the dorms, Yang Yifeng waited until all the students were asleep before grabbing some clean clothes and heading to the shower. After his shower, he returned to his security room.

Just as he planned to dry his hair and rest, he suddenly noticed a suspicious shadow flash across his phone screen.

"Well, well, can't wait, can you?" Yang Yifeng's expression tightened as he thought to himself that this underwear thief was quite dedicated, coming so soon after the girls had just gone to bed. Really impatient.

Yang Yifeng quickly dried his hair, put on a jacket without bothering to blow-dry it, and darted out of the security room.

By this time, the sky was dark, the night enveloped everything, and only the cold wind blew through the campus, accompanied by the light from the patrolling guards' flashlights shining from afar.

Like a ghost in the night, Yang Yifeng silently flitted through the dormitory corridor, making no sound.

Guided by his phone's screen, Yang Yifeng quickly made his way to the vent outside the floor where Ye Zitong's room was located and hid in a dark corner.

It wasn't long before a faint sound came from the window lattice. The noise was meager, and while most people wouldn't have paid it any mind, Yang Yifeng heard it loud and clear.

Someone was prying the window open, efficient in movement. Barely a moment had passed when the individual already had one foot inside.

"Yo, bro, you're not gonna sleep properly in the dead of night but sneak into a girl's dorm. Aren't you afraid of splitting your pants?" Just as the black-clad figure had one foot swung into the girl's dormitory and the other still hanging outside, a snickering laugh suddenly erupted from the darkness.

"Who's there!" The man in black, startled, reached for the dagger strapped to his thigh. But Yifeng was quicker. In a flash of shadow, he grabbed the intruder's ankle, and without a second word, yanked it fiercely downward!

"Ow!" A moan filled with pain yet deliberately subdued emanated from the man in black. Even though his face was masked, Yang Yifeng could still imagine the joyous expression he must be wearing.

You see, at that moment, the man in black was practically straddling the glass, and Yifeng's tug meant his groin was smashed right against it—no wonder he was in enough pain to howl.

"I say, mate, stealing underwear so professionally and even wearing a burglar's suit. You really got style, huh?" Yifeng chuckled weirdly, overflowing with sarcasm.

"Go to hell!" However, the man in black, enduring the severe pain, cursed under his breath.

"Get down from there," Yifeng laughed sinisterly, exerting more force with his hand. The black-attired intruder was immediately yanked down from the window ledge. Although the man in black was quick-witted, even with searing pain in his groin, he still produced a shiny dagger right before crashing down, thrusting it towards Yifeng's chest!

"Woah, still quite feisty, eh? But dude, you've got the wrong guy." Facing the oncoming dagger, Yifeng's expression remained calm, even allowing himself a slight chuckle. The next second, he extended his fingers and precisely pinched the blade, as easily as picking up vegetables from a plate with chopsticks.

"What!" Seeing his dagger casually seized by Yifeng, the man in black's face turned ashen, and he violently attempted to twist the dagger to sever Yifeng's fingers.

But would Yifeng give him such a chance?

With a cold snort and a powerful twist of the wrist, Yifeng let out a shout, and a crisp "bang" followed. The shiny dagger was snapped in two by Yifeng's fingers!

Then, without a moment's delay, Yifeng flicked his hand and the broken dagger, reflecting a cold gleam, shot into the shoulder acupuncture point of the man in black. The man winced in pain, and promptly, half of his shoulder went numb.

"Damn it!" The man in black winced, his eyes squinting in pain. Realizing that he was no match for the young man before him, he decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Without a second thought, he leaped, intending to flee the way he came.

But how could Yifeng possibly let him get away? If you want to leave, you'll leave on my terms!

Yifeng immediately knew what the man was up to when he saw the motion. A cold laugh escaped him as he thought, What the hell, do you think this is a brothel? Think you can come and go as you please? Not so fast, buddy.

"Eat my rocket-powered kick!" With a low shout, Yifeng abruptly kicked high from a standing position, landing a blow on the black-clad man's raised buttocks. The intruder, having just managed to squeeze halfway out the window and not yet positioned to jump down, was kicked squarely in the backside by Yifeng, falling with a scream.

"Punk, I'll spare your life so you can ponder whether knickers are more important than your own life. This place is under my watch—if you ever come back, weigh your options first!" Yifeng jeered, no longer paying attention to the howling man below as he tiptoed quietly back to his security room.

It was just his first day as a security guard for the girl's dormitory, and the underwear thief paid a visit that very night, quite the validation of his presence. But really, this underwear thief was too damn professional—just for some underwear he was geared up like some special ops agent.

Yifeng muttered to himself, unconcerned, checked his phone to make sure there were no issues around Ye Zitong's dormitory, then let out a relaxed laugh, slipped comfortably into his bed, and went to sleep.

He slept soundly until the morning, woke up and after checking the video feed to ensure there were no suspicious individuals, he left for his morning exercise.

Rising at five in the morning was a habit Yifeng had developed back in his special forces days. Morning exercises are crucial to one's day; those who trained regularly had far better physical fitness than those who slept in till the sun was high.

Since this was a school, not a military camp, Yifeng's exercise options were limited. He ran twenty thousand meters, completed five hundred sit-ups, and five hundred one-handed push-ups before he decided to head back.

As the time neared for morning classes, the campus was bustling with fresh-faced female students fluttering towards their classrooms.

All along the way, Yifeng walked against the stream of people, his eyes lingering on the legs of the passing girls, eliciting complaints all down the road.

"Who is this guy, and why is he such a creep!"

"Exactly, what's wrong with him? Look at how shabby he is, his tank top even has two holes in it. He must be too broke to get a girlfriend!"

"Oh, let's hurry, we're going to be late!"

Hearing these murmurs around him, Yifeng didn't care at all, smiling as he walked back to his dormitory. But at the turn of a corner, his face darkened.

"Motherfucker, is this some kind of showdown?"