The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 772 - 0: Fleeing in Panic

Chinese people in America are like hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with martial arts schools everywhere.

These martial arts schools have complex and intertwined relationships with the local underground forces, mutually dependent, and have been on this continent for over a hundred years.

Almost every branch has experts in residence, and the most formidable have reached the level of Ancient Martial Arts Grandmasters.

In this land, many cultivation sects and families have emerged over the years.

Most of them came from the East because Westerners, due to their physique and environmental factors, haven’t developed much of a profound way of civilization.

However, their high-tech civilization is unique and to some extent, it can also be considered a kind of way or Tao.

This time Tang Yuanzai invited many people, including masters from the Eagle Claw Sect, known as the Thirteen Eagles of North America.

There were experts with the title "Iron Leg Zhang Qiao" from the southern school of leg techniques.

There were those known as "Hu Dadao with a Cut That Parts Rivers."

And "Lin Zhen, Whose Sword Follows the Wind."

All of these people were around seventy or eighty years old.

They had long retired from the martial world, with illustrious reputations.

If it weren’t for matters of interest, they wouldn’t have wanted to risk coming out.

If you beat them, people would say you were bullying the weak, as expected.

If you lost, all the reputation you accumulated in your life would be destroyed.

A group of people, grand and imposing, rode in a fleet of luxury cars towards Long Fei’s estate.

The foreigners looked on in amazement, not knowing what was happening, they might have thought it was a celebrity gathering!

After Long Fei and his people got up, they saw a range of luxury cars parked outside the door, equally dumbfounded.

If they were enemies, they would have barged in without a second word.

But they just stood at the gate, not entering or causing a scene, a line of cars blocking the entrance as if waiting for someone.

Chu Feng stretched and chuckled softly, "These must be the ones you guys offended yesterday, right?"

"Probably so!"

Long Fei could tell by their gangster expressions that they were definitely the ones.

There is a unique ruffian air about people from the society, a hallmark of hoodlums.

And if a bit more exceptional, it’s a bandit-like vigor.

They sat in a circle under the pavilion by the pool, while the Sophia Sisters brought up some fruits and asked, "Master, do you want us to drive them away?"

Chu Feng shook his head, "No need, let them make a fuss!"

The Sophia Sisters exchanged looks and smiled, knowing that their master wasn’t afraid to stir up trouble; in fact, he preferred it when things got big and messy.

Outside, the leader arrived and directly ordered a Hummer to crash into the iron-cast gates.

With a loud bang, the gates were knocked down completely.

One after another, the cars rolled over the gate and parked in front of the villa.

The car doors opened, and men in black suits and sunglasses emerged, exuding an air of dominance.

Compared to those at home with big gold chains and small watches,

these hoodlums seemed much more professional; their mere presence could scare ordinary people stiff.

Tang Yuanzai and a few Ancient Martial Arts Masters got out last and walked toward Long Fei’s group.

Their brows were furrowed; they hadn’t expected Long Fei and his people to be so calm, not showing even the slightest sign of panic.

Both sides stood ten meters apart, Tang Yuanzai gestured with his fingers, and someone brought up a screenshot of a video.

Three women as beautiful as stars sat there, and just the sight of these three faces was unmistakable.

Eating apples, grapes, they laughed and talked, completely ignoring Tang Yuanzai and his group.

Tang Yuanzai had prepared his lines all night, but here, his rhythm was suddenly thrown off, making him unsure of what to say.

"Fuck your mother, are you tired of living, daring to offend our Hong Sect’s people?"

A fluent northern accent made Long Fei and his friends feel like they had encountered fellow villagers.

"Your mouth is too filthy!"

Long Fei shook his head and pointed a finger at the hoodlum.

With a ’pfft’ sound, a stream of True Qi pierced through the hoodlum’s mouth and erupted from the back of his head.

Blood splashed, and the man’s body jerked backward, rolling onto the ground, dead.

The previously rowdy crowd suddenly fell silent, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

"I’ll fuck your mother!"

Tang Yuanzai led the way in drawing his gun, sweat forming on his head as he ducked behind an Ancient Martial Arts Master.

The others followed suit, all taking cover behind cars, many armed with submachine guns.

This armament was enough to instantly kill any hoodlum in China.

A row of Ancient Martial Arts experts narrowed their eyes, shocked at the young man’s intense murderous aura before them.

It was a matter of killing without a second word, with absolutely no room for negotiation!

Iron Leg Zhang Qiao stepped forward with a fist salute, curling the corner of his mouth at Long Fei, "Young man, when you’re away from home, you shouldn’t be so overbearing. Even if you are powerful, what of it? You’ve offended so many people; your end can only be death."

Long Fei smiled and asked him, "Senior, if you are here to mediate, you can shut your mouth now. If you are here to fight, I advise you to weigh your options, as it’s still not too late to leave."

Zhang Qiao’s anger surged upon hearing this, his face turning red with rage as he cursed, "You ignorant fool, do you really think you’re invincible in this world?"

He didn’t want to dally with Long Fei and gestured to Tang Yuanzai.

Tang Yuanzai rubbed his bald head and shouted loudly, "Attack, kill them all!"

Initially, he didn’t have the heart to harm Lin Yingying and the other two beauties, but who would have thought these people could be so arrogant.

A cacophony of ’rat-tat-tat’ sounded as bullets surged from behind, firing toward Long Fei and his group.

The air buzzed with vibrations, reminiscent of locust swarms passing through, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Tang Yuanzai scoffed inwardly, "You punks, even if you are Ancient Martial Arts Grandmasters, I will shoot you full of holes."

The dozen or so Grandmasters also squinted their eyes, thinking under such a fierce hail of bullets; Long Fei and his friends would surely be dead or at least severely injured.

However, around the pavilion, it seemed as if a translucent shadow had enveloped the area.

The bullets shot forward and pattered on it, creating ripples, whirling swiftly around before dropping to the ground.

Everyone was stunned as they saw Long Fei and his friends indifferently eating fruit and chatting, completely ignoring their assailants as if they didn’t exist.

The Grandmasters on the scene felt a sense of foreboding first, exchanging glances with Tang Yuanzai, about to suggest retreat to reassess the situation.

This scene was completely beyond their understanding.

Even for them, it would be tough to withstand such a barrage of bullets with just their Essential Qi.

At that moment, a longsword sang as it was drawn from its sheath, casting a cold gleam above everyone’s heads.

Sword Qi surged, kicking up dust as it appeared, swirling around.

A wave of killing intent rolled over, causing an involuntary chill in everyone present.

"Sword Control Technique?"

"Practitioner?"

"Good heavens, let’s go!"

The dozen or so Grandmasters nearly popped their eyes out, screaming in fright.

Those who once swept through adversaries were now like startled mice, not even daring to draw their weapons.

Tang Yuanzai’s underlings were initially unfazed, but once the Grandmasters panicked, the group frantically opened car doors, ready to dash inside and flee this cursed place.

Today, they had indeed encountered a legendary master.

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