The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 777: Rogue Riders

Long Fei saw the two arguing and quickly intervened to mediate, asking Emily, "Saintess, do you know where the Brukh Family is located?"

Emily replied, "Of course, the Blood Clan of North America has privately torn up the century-long agreement, enraging the Holy See. The Pope has now dispatched Paladins from around the world to prepare for war with the North American Blood Clan soon. If not for this hotel having a relationship with my master, I wouldn’t have bothered with such trivial matters."

Long Fei and the others chuckled, hearing how boastful she sounded.

Such a ’trivial matter’ had almost cost her life just a moment ago.

The ’important matter’ she referred to must be the attack on the Blood Clan’s stronghold!

He said to Emily, "In that case, we came here to deal with the Brukh Family as well, which makes us allies. When you make your move, give us a heads-up, and we will come over to assist in the battle."

"With him too?"

Emily didn’t think Chu Feng looked like a good person.

Chu Feng said, "If you don’t welcome me, forget it. I don’t want to help you lot!"

He was being pampered by the Sophia Sisters, sipping tea, leaning on the sofa, and recovering from his hangover in a complete mess.

Emily said in frustration, "We didn’t plan to ask for your help in the first place, and you better not think about meddling in this affair."

She stood up and bid Long Fei and Lin Yingying farewell.

This Saintess likely had little contact with people, with very clear loves and hates, and a stark, strong personality.

After Emily left, Long Fei went back, shrugged at Chu Feng, and said chucklingly, "Look at you. You’re usually so gentle with other girls, why are you so hostile towards Emily?"

Chu Feng replied, "She bullied Sophia and the others. I’m already being restrained by not having killed her."

Long Fei took a sip of tea and said, "We were actually hoping to get some intelligence from her, but now we’ll have to investigate on our own."

Sophia said, "Master, although we don’t know the ancestral lands of the Brukh Family, we do know where their gathering place in Los Angeles is. We have attended every family meeting. If we take over that place first, we can definitely find out something."

Long Fei and Chu Feng exchanged smiles, then instructed, "Let’s not rush this matter. We will set out later and have to deal with the Hell Sect first."

Lin Yingying and the others saw Emily out and returned, frowning at Long Fei’s words, "We’re leaving tonight?"

"So soon?"

"Can’t we sleep first before we go?"

The three women were too lazy to move.

Long Fei explained, "These past two days, the forces besieging the Hell Sect have almost finished assembling. If we follow them and act in the chaos, it will be much easier to accomplish our goals."

Lin Yingying rubbed her head and said, "Why do I feel like there are battles everywhere? The Holy See is fighting the Blood Clan, and a bunch of people are besieging the Hell Sect. It seems like North America is completely in disarray."

Without her mentioning it, nobody might have thought about this point.

Ding Xue analyzed, "Could someone be manipulating all this behind the scenes?"

Lin Shanshan added fuel to the fire, "Exactly, there must be a pair of dark hands controlling everything behind the scenes, trying to throw the North American Cultivation World into chaos and then reap the benefits."

"You three could write detective novels."

Long Fei and Chu Feng laughed, not speculating on such matters.

No matter who was behind the mischief, it was advantageous to them.

Moreover, there could be coincidences.

These two matters might just coincidentally have come together.

They didn’t talk much longer, gathered their belongings, and left together.

Not long after they left, a line of luxury cars entered the hotel. They searched their room, and finding no one there, one person, in rage, split a sofa in half with a sword.

This person was brimming with vigor and had sturdy muscles.

Dressed in a conservative tailcoat, he held a cane that concealed a sharp longsword when drawn.

He was the Marquis of Wade from the Brukh Family—there were two Wades in the Brukh Family.

One was Old Weide, the Marquis, and the other was Earl Wade Jr.

Earl Wade Jr. was killed by Long Fei and Chu Feng in Xianggang. That afternoon, Old Master Jin summoned Old Weide and told him this news.

The Hong Sect could dig out information from every corner of the world.

Old Weide, holding the photos of Chu Feng and Long Fei, had veins bulging on his face, almost wishing he could tear these two Easterners apart.

They had followed the clues provided by the Jin Family all the way here.

Who knew that these Easterners had already left?

The lobby manager, a Western giant of one meter eighty, was lifted up by the neck by a Blood Clan servant.

Harbouring sheer terror, he went limp and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Gentlemen, what exactly happened here, and if there’s anything unsatisfactory with our service, please just tell us. We’ll compensate you!"

Old Weide sat on the sofa propped up by his scepter, and coldly huffed, "What time did the people staying here leave?"

The manager hurriedly replied, "They just left not long ago, about half an hour."

"Do you know where they went?"

Old Weide’s eyes moved to a glass cup on the coffee table, picked it up, and sniffed at the rim, his brows furrowing.

The manager yelled in fear, "We really don’t know that!"

"Is this the scent of the Marquis’ bloodline?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Old Weide was secretly startled and asked the manager, "Has anything else happened in this hotel before then?"

The manager was about to say no but, intimidated by Old Weide’s glare, he immediately confessed, "I’ll say it, I’ll say it all. Recently there has been a devil disturbance in the hotel, and the board specifically invited a Saintess from the North American Papacy to exorcise the devil, and that Saintess just left as well."

"Damn, to think they’ve consorted with the Holy See."

Old Weide’s palm tightened, and the glass cup shattered into pieces with a snap.

This matter was crucial; he immediately stood up, ready to report back to his family.

There was the fresh blood of the family’s Marquis in the cup, which surely meant that something had happened to the Marquis.

As he was leaving, someone asked, "What about this guy?"

"Kill him!"

Old Weide gave a slight grunt, not allowing anyone who knew the secret to live.

After he got into the elevator, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered emanated from the presidential suite, the sound heartbreaking and filled with fear, as if seeing a ghost.

On Ring Sea Avenue in Los Angeles, bright street lamps at night formed a breathtaking skyline. Looking out from the car, the ocean was captivating and the scenery was beautiful; the city felt quite pleasant.

There wasn’t much traffic on such an avenue.

A few women leaned on the windows, blowing in the sea breeze and listening to the explosive cowboy music on the radio, occasionally giving a wild shout.

Long Fei smiled and reminded them, "Hey, could we keep it down a bit?"

The three women sat down properly, letting Sophia turn off the music.

Lin Shanshan, feeling that she hadn’t yet had enough fun, said, "What’s there to be afraid of? You don’t see a car for ages in this godforsaken place; going wild won’t disturb anyone."

Long Fei looked back, hinting, "Just take a look behind us; you’ve already caught someone’s attention."

"Who?"

Lin Shanshan stuck her head out for a look and, lo and behold, there were more than a dozen Harley motorcycles following them, incessantly flashing their lights.

Chu Feng chuckled, "Looks like we’ve run into the local Rogue Riders."

"What’s a Rogue Rider?"

Lin Shanshan didn’t quite understand.

Ding Xue looked out the window and explained, "It’s a term carried over from Dongying. Translated into our Huaxia language, it’s the Street Racing Gang, the Street Riot Gang."

Lin Shanshan chuckled and said, "Should’ve just said so, now it’s clear to me."

While they were talking, the high-powered motorcycles came to the front of their stretch Lincoln car, blocking their way.

A group of oddly dressed people howled, and from the travel bags on their motorcycles, they even pulled out an array of weapons like baseball bats and engineer shovels.

Lin Yingying looked at them and felt dazed; they hadn’t provoked these people just now, had they?

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