The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 586 - 0 A Night of Terror

Ma Liang had brought quite a few of his boys this time, Scarface and Chen Wei were among them.

A line of men, holding clubs and knives, bearing tattoos on their bodies, at least fifty people had gathered in the room.

Ma Ming had also asked Brother Ma for a flamethrower, which he wrapped in clothes and placed on the table.

Currently, sitting outside with Ma Liang drinking, he opened his mouth to complain, "Is it the times that are changing too fast or are we just getting old? Why does it seem like every Tom, Dick, and Harry is coming out to provoke us these days?"

Ma Liang took a sip and clinked glasses with him, saying soothingly, "Third brother, don’t let a little setback make you doubt your life! It’s just a bug, we’ll squash him later and it’ll be fine."

Ma Ming said with a frown, "His martial arts are quite formidable, we can’t underestimate him!"

Ma Liang laughed loudly, "What’s the use of being good at martial arts, we have so many people, plus two flamethrowers. When we see him later, we won’t say a word, just give him a blast. Even if he were Special Forces we wouldn’t budge!"

Ma Ming nodded, feeling downhearted, "Without elder brother here, if he were here, I would feel more at ease!"

Ma Liang said, "Don’t bring up elder brother, recently he’s been going crazy following Sixth Master Tan and Golden-eyed Leopard. He even goes to the national theatre to listen to symphony orchestras, talking about cultivating his taste and enjoying life. He can’t even tell the difference between a violin and an erhu, what’s with the fake elegance!"

Ma Ming laughed upon hearing this, "Elder brother is seeing things clearly now. Once we get through with this, I plan to wash my hands of it all. Dammit, it’s bad enough the cops are on us, let alone some bastard stepping on your toes from time to time. Take that jerk the last time, if elder brother hadn’t stopped me, I would have had someone deal with him for good."

"You mean that Long Fei?"

Ma Liang furrowed his brow.

Ma Ming shouted, "Yeah, that bastard. Sleeps with his child’s mother’s sister and won’t pay up and even beats people, truly damn disrespectful!"

Ma Liang scratched his head and said with a bitter smile, "Not just you, my guy Scarface has been beaten by him too. Elder brother said his connections are strong and told us not to mess with him, I haven’t even settled accounts yet! Once today is over, we brothers will have a good talk with him!"

"Right, since it’s about revenge, we might as well settle this account with that bastard too!"

Ma Ming agreed, raising his beer again to clink glasses with Ma Liang.

They drank until midnight, finishing off a whole case of beer, but there was still no movement on the streets.

According to the pattern of the last few days, that Iron-Faced Lone Ranger should have shown up by now!

Feeling uneasy, Ma Ming had his men search around, and soon the younger brothers came back as frightened as if they had seen a ghost.

Ma Ming and Ma Liang raised their eyebrows and shouted into the room, "Grab your weapons!"

From the storefront, a group of sturdy men came rushing out, carrying clubs and making a ruckus, standing behind them.

Suddenly, a man wearing a copper mask, showing only half of his grim face, appeared.

He was holding a hoodlum by the neck, carrying the man who weighed over a hundred pounds and walking coldly towards them.

He was dressed all in black, like a knight from the dark.

His eyes fixed sternly on Ma Ming and Ma Liang’s group, and suddenly, from a distance of about ten meters, he increased the pressure in his hand.

The hoodlum turned back pleadingly, breathing in his last fresh air, then his head slumped and he thudded to the ground.

Yes, his neck had been broken.

He was dead!

A shock went through the hoods, witnessing their brother being killed right before their eyes.

They were usually brave and fierce, dominating their territory.

But faced with someone so brutally murderous, they were terrified to the point of trembling.

This was murder!

As tough as they were, they didn’t dare to kill!

Ma Ming and Ma Liang were also deeply shaken, hurriedly drawing back their clothes to reveal the flamethrowers.

Ma Ming, his bald head twitching, cursed at the man with the iron mask, "Damn it, you really have guts, I’ll kill you!"

Things had escalated to a point of no return.

Ma Ming’s hand shoved into the trigger, and with a loud bang, a burst of flame shot out from the gun, with hundreds of lead pellets covering the man in the iron mask.

The pellets flew past the man in the mask.

With a buzzing noise, the billboard behind was struck, making a clattering sound and blasting holes all over it.

The Iron-Faced Man stood unscathed, brushing off his clothes as iron pellets clinked and clattered to the ground.

A group of thugs, along with Ma Ming and Ma Liang brothers, broke out in cold sweat, and Chen Wei and Scarface exchanged glances.

This kind of formidable power, they had only seen before in Long Fei.

"Damn it!"

Ma Liang also cursed loudly and fired another shot.

With another booming sound, cars all along the street started to honk in disarray.

The Iron-Faced Man faced the barrage of iron pellets, still standing expressionlessly.

He hooked the corner of his mouth and finally said, "Is that all you’ve got?"

Ma Ming and Ma Liang were truly stumped—damn it, two shots and he’s still not dead; was this guy even human?

Temporarily conceding, the two of them called out, "What on earth do you want to do?"

The Iron-Faced Man said coldly, "I just wanted to borrow some cash, but now I’m after your lives!"

"Fuck you, do you really think you’re Superman?"

Ma Ming’s face twitched as he grabbed a Broadsword from behind and yelled at his brothers, "Whoever kills him, I’ll give a million bucks!"

Fighting like brothers, he and Ma Liang took the lead and rushed forward.

Although the underlings were scared, the promise of a million dollars spurred them to follow suit.

The man in black sneered and suddenly lunged forward.

He moved with the speed of a leopard in the dark night, and in the blink of an eye, his fists struck Ma Ming and Ma Liang in the stomach.

Thud, thud—two muffled sounds.

Two fist prints appeared on the backs of Ma Ming and Ma Liang. They hadn’t even managed to swing their blades before spewing out mouthfuls of blood and collapsing to the ground.

"Brother Ma!"

Scarface’s Broadsword crashed down on the Iron-Faced Man’s head with a clang as if it had struck stone.

His hand went numb, and the Iron-Faced Man retaliated with a slap that whipped across his face.

With a loud smack, Scarface’s neck twisted, and he fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his head.

The group of thugs stepped back in fear, watching as their two bosses lay motionless on the ground.

The Iron-Faced Man picked up the Broadsword, stepped on Scarface, and coldly sneered, "You do have a sense of loyalty, so I’ll send you off first!"

"Fuck you!"

Scarface kicked out and roared, his face smeared with blood.

His knife plunged down.

With a wet stabbing sound, the blade pierced Scarface’s body and was buried to the hilt in the concrete.

His underlings, petrified by the gruesome scene, dropped their weapons and fled.

Fifty men were no use at all, scattering instantly.

On the field, all that remained was a young man.

His face was pale, his legs trembling, as he tried to control his fear and stand his ground against the Iron-Faced Man.

The Iron-Faced Man raised an eyebrow and said, "Why don’t you run?"

The young man stammered, "Scarface is my older brother, he has been kind to me, and I need to take care of his body."

"Not bad, you’ve got some loyalty!"

The Iron-Faced Man took out a cigarette and took a drag. Surprisingly, he did not kill the young man but instead turned and strode away.

The young man collapsed to the ground, clutching a dagger in his hand and staring fixedly at the Iron-Faced Man’s retreating figure, his body drenched in cold sweat.

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