I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 1685 1689: Can You Be Hired?

After passing through several city walls, Zhang Menglong and Yang Sande finally entered the second district of the Skyless Realm. Compared to the outer regions, this area was obviously much more orderly, and there were even some patrol teams on the streets.

"Inside District Two, people from the Skyless Realm are forbidden from fighting each other," Yang Sande explained. "If a conflict arises, either leave immediately to a region beyond District Three to fight, or find a designated arena in District Two, otherwise they'll face united action from the 27 powers."

"Interesting," Zhang Menglong imagined a very intriguing scenario. Two people are fighting red-faced, suddenly remembering the rules here, and forcefully holding back — isn't this like pulling up your pants halfway through a dump?

"I'm taking you to meet a friend now," Yang Sande said. "She's the most resourceful bodyguard-hiring merchant here. Her bodyguards are not only the strongest but also the most numerous, and their safety rate is very high."

"Safety rate?" Zhang Menglong asked, "Is that the survival rate of the employers these bodyguards protect?"

"No," Yang Sande shook his head. "Safety rate refers to the degree of threat the bodyguard poses to the employer while providing services. Every time a bodyguard harms the employer, their safety rate decreases. This data is backed up across the entire Skyless Realm."

"Great at statistics, do more next time," Zhang Menglong couldn't help but roll his eyes. On Earth, if a bodyguard harms their employer, they probably won't ever get hired again.

But clearly, in this Skyless Realm, there aren't many choices. It's a risk every employer has to bear.

"Ordinary bodyguards have safety rates between 60% and 70%; these bodyguards are reasonably priced. If the safety rate is above 80%, the price bumps up a notch. If it's below 50%, they're basically sold at cabbage prices until their safety rate recovers to a reasonable level."

"Sometimes, you can snag a good deal," Yang Sande laughed. "Some don't want to lose their bodyguard qualification, so when their safety rate drops below 50%, they will earnestly perform a few bodyguard tasks to recover their safety value. If you catch them at such times, the cost-performance of these bodyguards is at its best."

"That's the gist," Zhang Menglong said, "but the premise is that you're of little value to them; otherwise, they'll just do a few more bodyguard tasks."

Yang Sande chuckled awkwardly, admitting Zhang Menglong had a valid point.

"We're here!" Passing through bustling streets, Yang Sande led Zhang Menglong into a place resembling a military academy. The area was filled with a somber atmosphere, akin to walking into a barracks.

"Your friend trains bodyguards herself?" Zhang Menglong, familiar with such vibes from his military stint, asked.

"That's right," Yang Sande replied. "My friend's bodyguard company mostly consists of bodyguards she trained personally. She's a Divine Cultivator of Eighth Grade strength, nearly reaching Ninth Grade, with hardly any foes below Ninth Grade in the Skyless Realm."

"Let's wait a moment; she should be training right now. I've already informed them, and we'll just sit at the side for a bit!"

Yang Sande's connections truly opened doors; the bodyguard company's staff seemed well-acquainted with him, addressing him as Mr. Yang while bringing them drinks and snacks, saying the boss would arrive in about ten minutes.

After some casual chat, a woman clad in leather attire, with a seductive and graceful figure, approached them. Her hair was dark green, her skin extremely fair, and her sophisticated features reminded Zhang Menglong of Earth supermodels. If she appeared at a fashion week, it would seem perfectly reasonable.

"Is she a queen?" Zhang Menglong whispered to Yang Sande, "Does she use a whip when training people?"

"I use an iron whip when training," the woman said, sitting down straightforwardly as she reached them, "Yang Sande, the people you bring are getting worse. Why bring a kid today? You could have the lower-level folks handle such business, no need to waste my precious time."

"Hahaha," though sharp, Yang Sande took her words in stride, "Brother Gu, let me introduce, this is Yao Yao, the owner of this bodyguard company and a friend of mine. Yao Yao, this is Brother Gu whom I've recently befriended."

"Brother Gu?" Yao Yao suddenly showed more interest in Zhang Menglong. "Not many get called 'brother' by Yang Sande, a money-minded fellow; you must not be as simple as you appear. You must be wealthy, right? If so, we can definitely talk."

"Yao Yao, don't underestimate my brother, he may be young, but he spends extravagantly — enough to scare you! Later, don't hold back, don't fear he won't pay, worry more you won't find the right people."

"Brother Gu, what kind of person are you looking for?" Yao Yao asked.

"Divine Cultivator Seventh Grade or higher, the stronger the better, no other requirements," Zhang Menglong stated.

"You know, the Skyless Realm's bodyguards are all money-hungry masters. Although the safety scores of my trained bodyguards are quite high, that's merely because the benefits aren't enough, not that they're kind-hearted."

"Brother Gu, Yao Yao's bodyguards have safety factors above 90%, meaning there's only one instance of harming an employer in ten tasks. Such bodyguards are hard to find in the Skyless Realm."

"No worries," Zhang Menglong said, "I have my ways to handle safety; my sole requirement is the bodyguard must be strong enough."

"If that's the case, I do have some choices," Yao Yao said. "As long as you pay enough, I might even offer a few Divine Cultivators of Eighth Grade!"

"Eighth Grade?" Zhang Menglong just heard from Yang Sande that the highest ranked bodyguards were only Divine Cultivators of Seventh Grade.

"Those are my personally trained subordinates, not formal bodyguard staff, but if you can afford it, I don't mind lending them temporarily. Besides, you're not planning to stay long, right?"

"That's correct, I'm planning to go to the Hong Yun Empire, staying here for maybe half a month at most."

"Come out!" Yao Yao said to the seemingly empty space beside her, and soon two individuals emerged from the shadows behind her. Clad in tight-fitting black clothing, similar to Yao Yao's, these two were indeed at the Life Levels of Divine Cultivators of Eighth Grade.

"How about it?" Yao Yao smiled at Zhang Menglong, "With these two around, you shouldn't encounter much danger in the Skyless Realm."

"Not bad," Zhang Menglong stroked his chin, "But my interest isn't really in them; I think Boss Yao Yao is more fitting. I wonder if you can be hired out?"