The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 588 - 0: A Moment of Heroism

In the morgue of the hospital, Ma Kui, a man who had roamed the jianghu for years, couldn’t help but break down and cry bitterly when he saw the bodies of his two younger brothers.

The Ma Family Four Brothers, the second was in jail for drug trafficking and hadn’t come out, and the third and fourth had died.

As the eldest, he couldn’t accept this reality, repeatedly asking Long Fei, "You said everything was fine when you left, how come they are lying here now?"

"Stay strong in your sorrow," said Long Fei.

Long Fei patted his shoulder to comfort him, then left him alone inside and stepped out to smoke a cigarette with Sixth Master Tan and Golden-eyed Leopard.

Ding Xue had gone to handle the paperwork for Ma Kui; without the police department’s approval, she couldn’t remove the bodies.

Sixth Master Tan asked, "Who is the murderer?"

Long Fei replied, "Preliminary suspicions point to the Wuu Family’s eldest young master, Wuu Xudong."

"Wuu Decai’s son?"

Sixth Master Tan frowned, having some impression of Wuu Xudong.

Long Fei nodded.

"The Wuu Family has no grudge with us and isn’t involved in this world. Why would they lay hands on the Ma Brothers?" Sixth Master Tan exclaimed, surprised.

Golden-eyed Leopard was equally curious.

Long Fei roughly explained to them, as they still didn’t know about the Wuu Family’s bankruptcy since he had been away for a few days.

He concealed the matter of the zombie and merely mentioned that Wuu Xudong was a formidable Ancient Martial Arts Master.

Due to a massive change in his family, he was a bit mentally deranged.

The two of them cursed in shock, clamoring to help Ma Kui take revenge.

After Ding Xue returned, she contacted the funeral home to help Ma Kui take care of his brothers’ affairs.

A day later, Ma Kui had people on the streets send a challenge to the Iron-Faced Lone Ranger to duel at his brothers’ funeral, telling him to show up if he dared.

This was an idea from Long Fei, as it was difficult to pinpoint the location of the reclusive Wuu Xudong.

The only option was to provoke him into making an appearance.

According to Long Fei’s understanding of him, having newly acquired abilities beyond ordinary people, he was definitely full of arrogance, looking down on everyone else.

Even if he knew it was a trap, he would jump right into it without hesitation.

Ma Kui made his brothers’ funeral very solemn; over the years, the three brothers had made quite a bit of money and bought a large, standalone villa in the suburbs of the city.

There was a large lawn in the front, which now had tables and chairs set up and was draped as a memorial hall.

The memorial service was held there, and Ma Ming and Ma Liang, both being bachelors, hadn’t left behind any children.

Ma Kui specifically hired some professional mourners to wail for the dead, and many relatives and friends of the Ma Family attended, kneeling in the hall.

Big names from the streets came one after another to pay their respects, as after the appearance of the Iron-Faced Man, he posed a great threat to them.

Groups of people huddled together, discussing furiously and planning ways to cope.

This time it was the Ma Brothers, perhaps next time it would be their turn.

Ding Xue had the police set up control on the perimeter, and she and Long Fei found a secluded corner to sit down.

The Bald Dog lay by their side, relentlessly stuffing its mouth with packets of beef jerky.

These past few days, following Ding Xue had scored the dog plenty of treats, consuming beef jerky that cost five yuan a packet, much to Ding Xue’s chagrin as she gnashed her teeth.

Long Fei remained composed, sipping on tea. With the Bald Dog around, as soon as Wuu Xudong dared to show up, the dog’s nose would immediately catch his scent.

Ding Xue was a bit nervous and asked Long Fei, "Will he come?"

"Maybe!" replied Long Fei.

Long Fei couldn’t guarantee it; only a ghost would know what Wuu Xudong was thinking.

He hoped Wuu Xudong would stir up trouble for a few more days; he estimated that half of Binhai City’s underground industry would be wiped out.

Wuu Xudong should not have challenged the rules so openly; now the legitimate world wouldn’t tolerate him, and the underworld was even more determined to put him to death.

At noon, the weather wasn’t great.

It was heavy with Yin Qi, as if it was about to rain.

The signs of autumn were getting stronger, and the wind blowing in from the sea momentarily carried a hint of chill.

When it was almost time for the burial, everyone thought the Iron-Faced Man didn’t dare to come.

The Bald Dog’s nose twitched, suddenly alerting Long Fei, "There’s something happening a mile to the east."

Ding Xue stood up excitedly, immediately picking up the walkie-talkie and alerting the police on the perimeter to be on guard.

Long Fei calmly cracked sunflower seeds.

He wasn’t interested in chasing after Wuu Xudong; it was easier just to wait here for him.

In case he appeared too early and scared Wuu Xudong away, catching him next time would be difficult.

Sixth Master Tan was by now already gathered with Ma Kui and his sons and daughters, cradling the urn out of the memorial hall, ready to escort it to the cemetery in the southern part of the city for burial.

The professional mourners they hired, with voices gone hoarse from weeping, were working extremely hard.

At that moment, a burst of cold laughter suddenly came from the rooftops of the villa, "Where’s Ma Kui, the eldest of the Ma Family? The Iron-Faced Lone Ranger is here!"

Separated by fifty meters, Long Fei and Ding Xue looked up.

A figure in black stood there, looking down at the crowd beneath him with arrogant eyes, as if he were gazing at a group of ants.

Even though he was wearing a half-mask, Long Fei could easily recognize him.

He had been flashy when he was a rich second-generation; and now, even as a zombie, he was still as attention-seeking. He must have watched too many stupid movies.

Ma Kui stared at the rooftop of the villa, his eyes locked with the masked man’s.

His eyes filled with rage, he roared at the masked man, "If you’re so brave, come down and fight."

"Trash, you think you’re worthy?"

The masked man laughed coldly and leaped down from the rooftop, more than ten meters high.

His legs landed on the ground like springs, and with a bang, he steadily supported himself.

Ma Kui knew Long Fei was there to help, but he wasn’t without his own preparations, nor did he want to rely on someone else’s charity to avenge his brothers.

He had spent a lot of money to find an Ancient Martial Arts Master, who stepped forward as soon as the masked man touched down, positioning himself in front of Ma Kui.

This man, in his sixties or seventies with a snowy beard and hair, hands clasped behind him, stared at the masked man and measured him up and down, "I am Jiang Baihe, an heir of the Five Elements Fist. Which sect or lineage’s disciple are you? Why do you rely on martial force to commit murders indiscriminately?"

The masked man burst out in disdainful laughter, "I only kill those who deserve death, and that’s called acting on heaven’s behalf. You take their dirty money and stand against me; that is true disloyalty and aiding a tyrant!"

Jiang Baihe, infuriated, yelled, "Nonsense, you’re truly seeking death!"

He unleashed the move White Crane Spreads Wings, his body’s Essential Qi gathering and forming the shape of a white crane as he lunged at the masked man.

The masked man smashed a punch that collided violently with this force.

With a bang like a muffled thunder, the surrounding onlookers retreated in shock.

Jiang Baihe then unleashed the Tiger-shape Fist, resembling a tiger bursting out of its cage, his Essential Qi forming into a tiger-shape and charging again at the masked man.

The masked man leapt forward with incredible speed, closing the distance.

A palm and fist collided, the Tiger-shape Essential Qi blowing the masked man’s hair backward.

But he stood firm, his punch shattering the Essential Qi tiger-shape forced out by Jiang Baihe.

With a bang, his fist, pressing down Jiang Baihe’s hands, struck his chest, launching Jiang Baihe backwards through the air.

The people on the scene gasped in shock; Jiang Baihe had a reputation in the circles of Binhai City and ran several martial arts schools.

Unexpectedly, he was sent flying by the masked man with just two punches.

He landed on the grass three meters away, his Essence Blood churning inside him as he spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

The masked man looked up and laughed loudly, "What kind of master are you? That’s all you’ve got. If any of you trash have any ability, bring it on!"

The bosses around grimaced.

Someone even drew a handgun, pointed it at the masked man, and cursed, "Fuck, you son of a bitch, you dared to mess up my place yesterday, I’ll have you die right here today!"

He pulled the trigger, bang, bang, bang, firing three shots in a row.

The bullets left the chamber with a whooshing sound, hitting the masked man at high speed from five meters away.

The masked man covered his body and bent over, letting the boss laugh and curse smugly, "Tough guy, show me how tough you are now! I don’t believe you’re invulnerable. Try being tough now, let’s see?"

He went bang, bang, bang and emptied the remaining bullets in his gun.

Ding Xue raised her eyebrow, ready to stand up, but Long Fei held her down.

She had not expected that the people here would have guns.

If it had been an ordinary person, they would already be bleeding out, rolling on the ground.

But the masked man straightened up with a stifled laughter, like a wild beast fixating a deadly stare on that boss.

In front of everyone, he began pulling out the bullets from his skin one by one.

Everyone gasped, unsure of what his flesh was made of since the bullets couldn’t penetrate.

"You’re not human, you’re not human!"

The boss panicked and shouted as he turned to flee.

The masked man flicked his hand, the bullets flying out, bang, bang, bang, entering the boss’s body.

One went in through the back of the boss’s head, drilled out from the forehead, spraying blood everywhere, turning the green grass red.

The masked man laughed maniacally, "I am indeed invulnerable to swords and spears. Who else dares to defy me?"

He looked around at the crowd, and not a single person dared to make a sound.

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