269: Just how low have you fallen?

Just how low have you fallen?

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Everyone who worked in the penthouse had a space on the level below. Some had to share, while others had room for themselves. One of those who was lucky to have a place for themselves was Bear. Considering he was Heaven's personal bodyguard, it was obvious he would get better accommodations. 

That was until those newly hired bodyguards came.

"Oh, hey, there!" 

Bear stopped by the living area, eyes falling on the people lazing around there. The messes around caused the vein on his forehead to protrude. Normally, he would kick these guys out, since they had their own place. 

"Bear, you clocked out early today!" Grey (the youthful-looking bodyguard) was sitting on the long couch with a laptop on his lap. "Did you eat?"

"He went out with the Madam. I'm sure he already ate — damn it!" Tiger, the guy who had frizzy and dry hair, was munching some nuts while reclining on the floor with his back against the sofa. "Why do you always get special treatment?"

Tiger scrunched his face, looking around at the luxurious unit. "Our place isn't as big as this and it's even at the farthest! Just what sort of potion do you feed people, Bear?"

"Come on. Bear is our senior here, and literally at the age of being a senior citizen." Fig, the fatty, was busy piling up slices of pizza to eat them in one bite. "We are here because he recommended us. If he didn't, do you think that Mr. Zhang will even cast us a glance?"

"You two, probably. But Princess and I will get in for sure." Gray shrugged indifferently. "By the way, where is she?"

Gray looked around, only noticing Princess's absence. 

"She went out to grab some beers," answered Fig, licking his lips as he lifted the stacked-up slices of pizza before him. "Also, Gray, they won't hire you just because of your face."

"What? What's wrong with my face?"

"You look like a fucking toddler, that's all!" Tiger clicked his tongue grumpily, snapping his eyes back to the old man. "Oy, oldie. What are you doing just standing there? Don't tell us you're thinking of chasing us out?"

Gray and Fig slowly set their attention in Bear's direction, noticing the old man was just staring at them. Normally, he would chase them out or just pretend he didn't see them. Bear was a man with strict discipline. He followed a certain pattern; once he comes home, he would go straight to the shower and freshen up. Bear would then read a book and sleep. Sometimes, he would take a walk or hit the gym.

Bear had quite a healthy lifestyle, unlike them. 

So there are times he would just ignore them to not waste his energy and time. 

"What's up with you?" Tiger asked once again, furrowing his brows. "You're starting to give me the creeps, man."

"Bear, is everything alright?" Gray couldn't help but raise a question as well. 

The three of them kept their full attention on him in case they needed to run. But before another question could fly out of their mouths, Bear suddenly spoke. 

"Is it possible the boss didn't die?" he blurted out. His voice was louder than he expected.

"Huh?" Tiger immediately sported an ugly look. "Oy, Bear. Please tell me what drug are you on. I'd try it."

Meanwhile, the worry that was originally plastered on Gray and Fig's countenance was replaced with a frown. 

"Bear, didn't we talk about this already?" Gray's frown deepened. "We miss her more than we can ever describe, but seriously?"

"Have you not accepted her death?" Fig inquired after swallowing down the barely chewed pizza. "Didn't you say you might not visit her grave anymore? Because you wanted to move on with your life? Why are you suddenly saying such nonsense? If Princess hears you, she will surely hold you at gunpoint."

Bear couldn't help but sigh upon hearing their answers. He already expected such a reaction from them. All of them were trying to move forward from Hera's death. It was hard, but they were being patient and taking small steps every single day. 

Hearing him say something so ridiculous would obviously not sit well with them.

"That's not what I mean." Bear sighed once again, trudging to the other couch. He unbuttoned his blazer, throwing himself on the seat. "Just what if?"

"You should shut up, old man." Tiger's expression turned grim, obviously displeased about it. "I'd rather talk about the recent trends in the underground than this one."

"That's right, Bear." Grey kept his frown, nodding in agreement with Tiger. "I don't like where this is going."

"I have to agree with the two." Fig agreed. 

"Come on fellas. Help me out here." Bear bent over, resting his arms on his spread legs. "I think I'm going crazy. Just consider this as helping a helpless old man."

Helpless old man???

The three of them couldn't hide the dismay that flickered across their eyes. Did he really call himself that? Even though they always teased him because of his age, they never really see him that old. Considering what he could do, they would never have such foolish thoughts. 

"I know Boss is already dead. I held her hand until the traces of warmth in them gradually disappeared," Bear explained as he moved his eyes to the floor. "We were the ones who buried her."

"That right." Gray nodded. 

"Is it possible that her body might've died, but her soul went to another person's body?" Bear lifted his eyes to the three of them, bearing this genuine wonder in his eyes. 

The three of them could only stare at him for a moment. Deep in their hearts, they wished he was joking. However, the look on Bear's face told them he was dead serious. 

"Like… Jesus?" Tiger cocked his head to the side, completely bamboozled by all the words he had heard. "Oy, Bear. I understand we were former felons. We aren't the good guys, I get it. But blasphemy? Seriously? Just how low have you fallen?"

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