The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 705 - 0: Rat Sect

Long Fei and Lin Yingying bid farewell to Shen Feng and drove away along the mountain road.

The scenery here was quite beautiful, and Lin Yingying asked Long Fei to lower the car windows, staring unceasingly at the reservoir outside.

At that moment, a roar of sports cars came from behind.

Four or five cars sped up and overtook Long Fei at a very high speed before braking sharply and stopping ahead with a screech.

Due to the powerful inertia, the tires emitted a trail of white smoke on the road.

After Long Fei stopped, the several sports cars blocked the road behind, looking very practiced and well-coordinated in their actions.

Lin Yingying rubbed her head and grumbled unhappily, "Such bad luck, can’t even enjoy the scenery in peace."

Long Fei chuckled and opened the car door to get out.

The doors of the sports cars opened upwards, and a dozen young men alighted.

Each was accompanied by a shapely young woman, wearing a tight dress in the bitter cold, only covered by a short down jacket on top.

Their slender legs were exposed to the chilly wind.

Their curly long hair fluttered in the breeze, as they sat on the hoods, arms crossed, sneering at Long Fei incessantly.

They gathered and walked over, led by a guy wearing sunglasses, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, who snorted at Long Fei, "Kid, you think you’re pretty cool huh!"

Long Fei was perplexed, he hadn’t seen these fellows since entering the Shen Family’s property—how had he become ’cool’?

Lin Yingying called out sharply, "Be clear, how have we offended you?"

That young man blew smoke rings and said arrogantly, "You haven’t offended us, but you’ve offended our boss."

"Are you talking about Li Yunxiao?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow.

"You’re not stupid!"

The wealthy youths scoffed scornfully and said to Long Fei, "Just now, when our boss showed up, everyone looked up to him with admiration and made way. Only you dared to stare and affront our boss’s dignity. What are you, to show such disrespect to our boss?"

"Country bumpkins, so dumb and clueless. Leave your eyes, and your chick, and us brothers will let you go!"

One of them pulled out a dagger and disgustingly licked the blade with his tongue.

Long Fei was amused, not expecting to encounter such jokers.

He inquired, "You know Li Yunxiao well?"

The leading young man cursed, "How dare you, still calling our boss by his name! I, Wang Dawei, such a fierce man, wouldn’t dare show him any disrespect. What the hell are you?"

The youth behind him shouted, "Big bro, why waste words with him, just take him down directly!"

He waved the dagger in his hand and slashed towards Long Fei’s eyes.

The attack was not slow—these people seemed to have some cultivation level.

He was working up his energy, it was clear that he was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Long Fei moved his hand and used two fingers to clamp the dagger, originally just wanting to find someone to inquire about Li Yunxiao’s matters, and now someone had actually come to him willingly.

With a snap, his hand clamped down on the dagger firmly like a pair of pliers.

The young man was startled and tried to yank it back with force.

But the dagger didn’t budge, and instead, a stream of energy surged from it and exploded, shattering the young man’s hand into pieces.

Blood spattered, staining the face of a nearby youth.

Shocked, they all cried out and stared at Long Fei, not daring to be negligent, as they took out their matched swords and magic artifacts from their Qiankun Bags.

Long Fei frowned, seeing their low cultivation levels, they shouldn’t be disciples of famous sects.

But strangely enough, the magic artifacts they used were all quite good, each one actually of the treasure instruments level.

As for Wang Dawei, it goes without saying, the longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light, it was actually a spiritual artifact.

He stared at Long Fei, trembling with shock, and cursed with his mouth open, "You little bastard, you’re a dead man for offending our Rat Sect!"

Lin Yingying burst into giggles, "That name really suits you guys!"

"Right? You do have a good eye!"

Wang Dawei smugly fixed his hair in the reflection of the blade when suddenly there was a loud bang.

Long Fei’s dagger in his hand was struck with force, cutting through his longsword as if it were tofu, and incredibly sliced the blade in two.

One half clattered into the asphalt road, buzzing incessantly.

"Oh my god!"

Wang Dawei screamed in fright, "This is a Spirit Sword, after all!"

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He had tested it himself, on the military’s strong vehicles.

The kind of steel plate that he could easily split with a single stroke.

He never expected that a treasure-level dagger wielded by Long Fei could actually chop a Spiritual Artifact in two.

The group, realizing they had encountered a formidable figure, started retreating and cursing, "You just wait, you little brat! I’m going back right now to call our boss. Let’s see if he doesn’t slice you to death when he gets here!"

The corner of Long Fei’s mouth twitched as the Tai’a Sword came out from the Storage Ring.

With a flash of the sword, carrying immense might, it swooshed down onto the asphalt road behind them.

There was a thunderous rumble, as if a bomb had exploded.

Dirt and debris flew up, and suddenly a three to four-meter wide crater appeared on the ground.

Wang Dawei’s legs shook, and he stared at the gleaming Tai’a Sword behind him, his throat dry and itchy with fear, sweat pouring down his face.

The girl in the sports car was even holding her head, crouching on the ground, having never witnessed such a wild scene; it was as if she was watching a mythological blockbuster.

A bonfire was set up on top of the dam by the reservoir.

A young man was in charge of starting the fire, while three others held longswords and were continuously smashing the ice on the surface, breaking holes into it, and then using Treasure-level longswords to spear fish within.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying sat next to the bonfire, with Wang Dawei bowing and scraping in respect, servile as a fawning dog, attending to them, "Master, do you see this service? Are you satisfied?"

The girls in front of the sports car scorned him, thinking that this guy usually bragged as if he was the Heavenly King’s father, but in critical moments, he turned out to be such a coward.

The people on the ice were whining pitifully, "The north wind blows cold, and the snowflakes drift about..."

Long Fei took out some Maotai from the Storage Ring, filled up a cup, and took a drink with Lin Yingying to warm themselves up.

As he warmed himself by the fire, he stared at Wang Dawei, "Alright, introduce yourself! And while you’re at it, tell me everything you know about Li Yunxiao—the more detailed, the better. Let’s try to make this wild camp negotiation a success."

Wang Dawei swallowed hard, gestured to his friend with the severed hand on the road, "Big brother, can you let me send my bro to the hospital first? Look at the blood gushing from his hand; if this keeps up, he could die."

"At least you’ve got some loyalty!"

Long Fei pulled out a medicine bottle and had him apply it on his friend with the severed hand.

The medicine powder inside was pilfered from the Qiankun Bags of Zhang Zi’ang and others; to him, it wasn’t anything special.

Wang Dawei opened the bottle to smell it, putting on the airs of an old hand, and as soon as he verified it was healing powder, he hurriedly poured it on the wounded friend’s hand.

And sure enough, this healing medicine was extraordinary.

No sooner had the powder touched blood than it reacted.

Steam rose, and the wounded man cried out in pain as the bleeding quickly clotted.

"What a good stuff!"

Wang Dawei smacked his lips and stealthily tucked the medicine into his own pocket, running back to nod and bow profusely to Long Fei, "Master, you’re noble. Since you’ve given me face, I, Wang Dawei, will not be deceitful. Our Rat Sect, it’s actually a group of Loose Cultivators in the Cultivation World who specialize in trafficking items. It’s made up of all sorts—rich and poor, fat and thin—as long as they’re willing to take risks and stake their lives, our leader would have them. A few days ago, while trafficking in the Secret Realm, we encountered Li Yunxiao. Man, he’s like a Divine Being! Our leader, who is at the Enlightenment Realm of cultivation, was blown up with just one move. We had no choice but to surrender to him, and now work under him. As for what you’re asking me about him, to be honest, we don’t know much either. The guy’s cold by nature, never treating people like people. At the slightest disagreement, it’s swords drawn. Since we met him, he’s already killed more than a dozen experts. And every time he kills, he looks up to the sky at a 45-degree angle and gives out a lament."

Lin Yingying, lightheartedly said, "What lament?"

Wang Dawei coughed twice, imitating Li Yunxiao’s manner, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, "Without me, Li Yunxiao, who would compete with my soaring Sword Qi!"

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