The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 549 - 0: Gang’s Mastermind

The man in the car was none other than Wuu Xudong, the son of the Wuu Family.

Last time in the Taihang Mountain Grand Canyon, he took the corpse-driving Daoist Wang Kun to deal with Long Fei.

As a result, Wang Kun was killed.

But Wuu Xudong was sprinkled with Corpse Poison Powder by Wang Kun, and in the last couple of days, the poison took effect, making him bite anyone he saw, just like he had rabies.

His father, Wuu Decai, was nearly driven to madness. His younger son, Wuu Yaodong, had died under unexplained circumstances, and now his eldest son had turned into this.

They visited doctors, who, after examining him, said his son had contracted a new type of virus.

They were powerless to help and told Wuu Decai to seek out someone more capable.

Left with no other options, Wuu Decai began searching everywhere for someone to save his son. free𝑤ebnovel.com

He had heard that the abbot of the Temple of Spiritual Mountain was a highly accomplished monk, so he specifically came here to ask for treatment for his son.

The enmity grew deeper and deeper, and Wuu Decai swore that even if it cost him his entire fortune, he would hire someone to kill Long Fei.

He had just recently made contact with Zheng Tuo, the former head of human resources at Lin’s Group, who mentioned that there was an assassination organization overseas that would kill anyone for the right price.

He left the matter in Zheng Tuo’s hands, tasking him with making the connections.

The two immediately hit it off, sharing the same goal of wanting Long Fei dead.

Wuu Decai had already made an appointment with the abbot’s residence and when his car stopped at the entrance, he and two bodyguards lifted Wuu Xudong out and went directly into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Wuu Xudong was in the throes of the corpse energy infection, and at that moment, he had lost all reason. The fresh blood streaming down from where his mouth rubbed against the rope was particularly horrifying.

Upon seeing this, the abbot’s brows instantly furrowed.

Desperately seeking help, Wuu Decai implored, "Master Hui Kong, I’ve heard of your unfathomable mana, that you can command ghostly spirits and tame demonic spirits. If you save my son, I’m willing to fund the rebuilding of a great hall for the temple. You name the price, I’ll pay whatever it costs."

Master Hui Kong brought his hands together and pressed a finger to Wuu Xudong’s forehead.

Wuu Xudong, who had been agitated, suddenly calmed down, lying on the ground twitching a couple of times, and his eyes returned to their normal black color.

Wuu Decai’s eyes widened in amazement, wondering if it could really be that easy.

Just by pressing a finger, his son was cured?

He looked at Hui Kong.

Master Hui Kong said slowly, "Amitabha, your son’s condition has only been temporarily subdued by my Buddhist Law, it can only be maintained for two hours at most."

Wuu Decai asked frantically, "Can’t it be completely cured?"

Master Hui Kong shook his head, "The malady has reached his vitals; even if forcefully suppressed, he would only become a walking corpse. Do as you see fit."

He gestured for them to leave, then turned around and closed his eyes.

A young Monk came forward to show them out, with Wuu Decai’s eyes red and his legs so weak he could hardly walk.

The young Monk pulled him aside and whispered, "Benefactor, I know of a way to constrain the disease. But..."

He rubbed his fingers together in a telling gesture.

Immediately understanding, Wuu Decai exclaimed with suppressed excitement, "Young Master, as long as you can save my son, ten million, I’ll transfer it to you right away."

The young Monk smiled with satisfaction and whispered in his ear, "You should do this: seek out a bowl of a young servant’s blood for your son to drink each day. He’s infected with Corpse Poison, and the Yin Qi is too strong; with the blood of a young child, it can be suppressed. Though it won’t cure him, it will keep your son from dying."

Wuu Decai looked at him doubtfully.

The young Monk explained, "Don’t look at me like that; this method goes against Buddhist Law, which is why the master didn’t mention it. Remember, the blood of a young child, six or seven years old is best. The blood from one child can only be used once. Your son’s Corpse Poison adapts strongly to Yang Qi, after using it once, the second time it will be useless."

As he spoke, he took out a bank card from his pocket with a cunning smile on his face.

Wuu Decai, without verifying, trusted in the Monk’s serious manner, feeling that he wouldn’t dare to deceive him.

He immediately had someone transfer the money to the young Monk and hastened down the mountain with his son.

At this moment, Wuu Xudong’s consciousness had returned to clarity, and he asked Wuu Decai, "Dad, am I beyond saving?"

Wuu Decai scolded, "Don’t talk nonsense, you can be saved, I have just found the antidote for you."

Wuu Xudong lay in the backseat, as lifeless as a dead dog, staring at the ceiling with a vicious tone, "Dad, if I’m beyond help, don’t bother with me. Just deliver me in front of that bastard, I want to take him down with me even if I die."

Wuu Decai didn’t make a sound, feeling a sourness in his heart and wanting to cry.

For his son, he had completely thrown caution to the wind.

If nothing else, he was ready to go for broke, even if it meant ruining his life’s second half.

Down the mountain, Gao Wushan, along with Long Fei and Silly Biao, had a meal in a relatively high-end club and comfortably soaked in a hot spring.

Worshipping Patriarch Buddha at the mountain and soaking in hot springs at the foot.

This was the standard package for pilgrims making vows at the Temple of Spiritual Mountain, of course, including the ladies in swimwear tending to them on both sides.

Holding a glass of red wine, Long Fei wrapped his arm around a girl’s waist and finally understood why people loved playing the villain.

Living in total disregard for the law, such carefree and joyous days, it’s damn awesome.

He noticed that Gao Wushan was lingering here, hesitant to leave.

He secretly speculated that he must be planning to meet someone here.

Indeed, in the afternoon, a refined-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses came over.

Gao Wushan signaled with a look, instructing Long Fei and Silly Biao to keep watch.

Wrapped in bath towels, the two went up and stood smoking at the door of the hot spring pool.

Long Fei glanced inside and asked Silly Biao, "Who’s that guy?"

Silly Biao whispered, "Lawyer Zhang Zhiyuan, Fifth Master’s brains. Whenever there’s a problem, Fifth Master consults with him. He’s ranked third in our company, even Sister Jin Feng respects him a lot."

"And who’s number two?"

Long Fei asked out of curiosity.

Silly Biao replied, "Of course, it’s Sister Jin Feng!"

Long Fei teased, "I thought it was you!"

Silly Biao touched his head and laughed, "Get out of here, I’m just a grunt. As long as Fifth Master provides a meal, I’ll carry it, scraping by somehow."

Long Fei smiled, then turned his ear to listen in on the conversation between Gao Wushan and Zhang Zhiyuan.

Their voices were low and, separated by the door with music playing inside, it was hard to hear, but Long Fei could hear everything clearly.

He thought to himself, why not just use his spiritual power to control Gao Wushan and have him order his men to show their hands? That would save all this trouble, like filming a TV drama.

Zhang Zhiyuan told Gao Wushan that the police were now on to them and advised Gao Wushan not to act rashly for the time being.

Through an inside source, he had confirmed that Jiang Feng was truly dead.

The police were suspecting Gao Wushan, Long Fei, and Silly Biao of the act, even pointing out the marks on Jiang Feng’s neck.

Gao Wushan recounted to Zhang Zhiyuan exactly what had happened, asking him to twist the narrative into Jiang Feng’s failed kidnapping and their self-defense in response.

In that case, they could return to Binhai City without anything hanging over them.

Zhang Zhiyuan said he would do his best, then the conversation turned to the issue of Huang He.

Gao Wushan asked him if there had been any word from Huang He’s side yet.

Zhang Zhiyuan said no and didn’t add anything else.

Gao Wushan stared at him silently for a moment and said nothing more.

After Zhang Zhiyuan left, Gao Wushan got dressed and took Long Fei and Silly Biao back to the tofu pudding workshop.

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