The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 770 - 0: Making a Big Scene

Long Fei patted his head, chuckling, "Not bad, you’re an honest man!"

The thug exhaled in relief but before he could rejoice, he felt a burning sensation in his eye as Long Fei’s finger grazed over it.

Blood sprouted, and darkness suddenly enveloped his vision.

Intense pain made him scream and faint on the spot.

"Ghost, ghost, you’re not human!"

One person scrambled back in terror, crawling and rolling away.

Long Fei recognized him; he was the one who had pretended to help them by speaking up earlier.

He sneered at the man, "You just said that you wanted my wife to work as a prostitute in a bar?"

The man shivered and began to plead loudly, "Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding. Big brother, let us go, we’ll never dare to do this again!"

"Let you go?"

Long Fei scoffed, "If I let you go, who knows if our brothers and sisters from the mainland would come here only to be killed by you and thrown into the sea. Isn’t that what you just said?"

The man’s eyes darted around as he inwardly groaned in despair.

Reaching behind, he pulled out a dagger and flung it at Long Fei.

Long Fei smiled faintly, casually waving at the dagger—it changed directions with a whoosh, going back and piercing through the man’s forehead.

Lin Yingying and the others found the scene quite satisfying, having just witnessed these people’s hideous nature, which was even more detestable than that of the foreign devils.

Betraying one’s own people, this is something some overseas compatriots often do.

You treat someone as a brother, but they treat you as a fool.

With the ringleaders killed, the underlings were so terrified they were almost peeing themselves, trembling legs and all, lying on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

They thought playing the turtle would make Long Fei spare them.

But unexpectedly, a longsword was brandished, its cold light flashing as it swiftly slid across all their necks.

After a round of mournful wails, the scene was filled with the stench of blood.

The only survivor was the man blinded. Awakened by the horrifying screams around him, he quivered and cried out, "Spare my life, please, I was wrong. I was truly wrong!"

Long Fei patted his shoulder with a smile, reassuring, "Don’t worry, I won’t kill you; you are an honest man."

The longsword circled back to his hand.

He thrust the sword into the blind man’s hand and told them, "Remember this well: Those who offend Hell Sect have only one path—death. Next time, open your dog eyes wider and don’t mess with people you can’t afford to provoke."

The sword had been used by assassins of Hell Sect. Long Fei casually handed it to the blind man while simultaneously slinging mud at Hell Sect.

The gangs in the Chinese circles of America are different from those inland; they’re all organized.

These organizations have significant clout and will definitely not take this lying down.

After settling the score with these people, Long Fei took Lin Yingying and the others and left.

They carried on as if nothing had happened, continuing their stroll, shopping and eating as planned.

Anyhow, all the surveillance cameras along the way had been destroyed by Long Fei.

The foreign devils wouldn’t be able to investigate, and these kinds of incidents definitely wouldn’t be reported by the thugs.

Just as he guessed, the blind thug took out his phone as soon as Long Fei was gone, calling over his gang members for help.

When a group of burly men saw the gruesome scene, they clutched their noses and vomited.

More than a dozen people lay in pools of blood, all killed with a single sword strike.

Their necks were slit open, still oozing fresh blood.

The blind brother was rushed to the hospital, while the bodies were cleared away by them.

They chose not to report to the police but to inform the leading figures of their organization.

The big brother was scared on the spot and immediately took his people to the hospital. Once his little brother finished surgery and came out, he immediately asked about the situation.

The little brother handed over the sword to him, saying that they had run into people from the Hell Sect.

At this level, the little brother did not know what organization the Hell Sect was.

The boss knew, and when he heard these three words, he trembled all over.

In America’s underground circles, the name Hell Sect was synonymous with death.

To offend the Hell Sect was to offend King Yama himself.

He took the longsword with the Hell Sect’s mark and immediately took people to report to a higher-ranking brother in Los Angeles.

After reports went up the chain, it finally reached the ears of the big boss of the Hong Sect in Los Angeles, the Jin Family.

The Jin Family, which had crossed the ocean to America at the end of the Qing dynasty to make a fortune by helping the foreign devils traffic Chinese laborers, had made their first pot of gold in America and had since climbed to their current status.

Their businesses spanned Chinese Street in Los Angeles, with branches in other American cities as well.

Externally, they didn’t call themselves the Hong Sect but went by the Jin Corporation.

In a place in Los Angeles backed by mountains and facing the sea, there was a private garden that drew much attention.

This garden was built entirely in the Huaxia style, with every building material shipped across the ocean from Huaxia, covering an area the size of two soccer fields. It featured intricate carvings and decorations in its pavilions, towers, great halls, and temples, every detail reflecting the wealth and prestige of the garden’s owner.

This place, where foreign devils in office often visited.

The Chinese people’s votes were successfully gathered through here.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that this was the power hub for Chinese people in Los Angeles.

This evening, a stream of luxury cars entered the premises.

Under the guidance of black-clad bodyguards outside, they parked one after another in the parking lot.

The men were each dressed differently but all exuded an imposing aura.

Either in black Zhongshan suits or white Tang suits.

Followed by bodyguards, they were greeted by the household staff and entered a large hall to take their seats.

This hall, more like a meeting room for visitors.

Two rows of sofas were arranged on the left and right, with two more in the center.

Each boss took their place and began discussing, wondering what had happened to make the big brother of the Jin Family summon them all.

Soon, an old man in a Tang suit appeared.

He had a goatee, and his white hair at the back of his head was tied into a small braid.

On his hand, he wore a transparent jade ring.

After he sat down, a group of bosses stood up and greeted him in unison, "Greetings, Jin Ye!"

Jin Ye gestured with his hand for them to sit down.

Looking exhausted, he addressed everyone, "Today, something big happened. Someone struck at the entrance of Tang Yuanzai’s place in Beverly Hills. More than a dozen inside were killed, leaving only one survivor, who also was blinded."

"What?"

"Really?"

"Who would dare do such a thing?"

The crowd was shocked, not expecting someone to cause such a big scene in Los Angeles.

Everyone knew that Beverly Hills was a lucrative spot, managed by Tang Yuanzai who was related to the Jin family.

In that place, one could say money was made hand over fist.

Causing such a tragedy was clearly showing no regard for Jin Ye!

Jin Ye took a sip of tea and waited for them to calm down. He clapped his hands to have someone bring forth the Hell Sect’s longsword, passing it around for the various sect leaders to see for themselves.

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