Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 340 - 338: Lu Tianxing, The Jinx

Chapter 340: Chapter 338: Lu Tianxing, The Jinx

"Pfft!"

The man had no chance to react before Tie Niu’s fist smashed into his chest. The sound was like tearing cloth, and his back suddenly ballooned out as if it were an inflating balloon. A blood-drenched fist drove straight through him, and Tie Niu held the man’s still-beating heart in his hand.

"Off you go! Remember, the man who killed you is called Tie Niu."

With a fierce smile, Tie Niu squeezed, and the heart in his hand burst.

"Tie Niu, one of the leaders of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, it’s you... why did you come to China..."

The man’s eyes bulged in disbelief as he stared at the bald giant before him. A mouthful of blood sprayed onto Tie Niu’s face, and he gazed intently at Tie Niu, his face filled with disbelief and regret. If he had known that Bai Zhiqing was protected by the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, he would never have come, not for one billion dollars. No amount of money was worth his life.

"You little brat, clueless about life and death. Daring to harm the big sister, tired of living?"

Tie Niu touched the blood on his face with a fierce smile. If it wasn’t for being in China, he would have crushed this guy’s bones completely, letting him wail in pain for three days and nights before dying.

"Wonder how Fu Tu is doing. Trash like you dare to lay a hand on the big sister."

Tie Niu tossed the man’s body onto the rooftop like a piece of garbage, his silhouette shot skyward, vanishing on the spot.

Meanwhile, the female assassin who had left the lingerie shop and ducked into an alley hadn’t gone far but was watching a man in front of her with a serious expression.

This was an extremely handsome man, a typical pretty boy in modern terms. His fingers were slender, and a small knife seemed to come alive, darting between them, creating flashes of white light that were very eye-catching.

But when you looked into his eyes, you’d find them chillingly cold, cold to the core. The instant you met his gaze, you’d feel like you had fallen into an ice hole, chilled from head to toe.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking my way?" The female assassin asked tensely, her muscles taut. She felt a strong sense of threat emanating from this man—a killer’s intuition.

"Tell me, which mercenary corps or assassin organization you’re from. Superpower Users aren’t common in this world."

Fu Tu watched the female assassin with a relaxed, smiling gaze, his tone as casual as friends catching up.

"Hmph, none of your business. Move aside."

The female assassin’s killing intent was palpable, a surge of cold energy erupted from her as she lunged at Fu Tu.

"Hehe, fine, you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. I believe you’ll tell me willingly."

Fu Tu still smiled, letting the female assassin pounce towards him. With a flick of his fingers, a flash of knife light vanished in an instant.

"Thud!"

The female assassin staggered, falling to her knees with a thump. A small knife was deeply embedded in her knee.

"Who the hell are you?"

Fear was apparent on the female assassin’s face. Her opponent had attacked too quickly, too sharply. She only saw a flash before she could react, and by the time her nerves responded, the knife had already found her leg.

Fast, it was simply too fast!

"Netherworld Mercenary Corps’ Fu Tu."

A bloodthirsty smile crept over the corner of Fu Tu’s mouth as he walked step by step towards the female assassin, "Tell me, which assassin organization do you belong to, or which mercenary group? You know my methods. Tell me, and I will let you die a bit more comfortably."

...

The area around the boutique on the pedestrian street was already cordoned off with long police lines. Officers shuttled back and forth, sealing the area and strictly forbidding anyone from entering, especially the ubiquitous journalists.

Bai Zhiqing, the chairman of Bai’s Group, had once again been the target of an assassination on the pedestrian street. If this news were to leak out, it would undoubtedly be explosive.

After all, in Modu, the name Bai Zhiqing was known to everyone, a legend who built a top-tier empire within just a few years. She was beautiful, without a husband, and without a whiff of scandal—a true top-tier baifumei (white, rich, and beautiful). Any man marrying such a woman could be considered to have accrued blessings for several lifetimes.

For such a legendary figure to be assassinated, whoever secured the scoop would see their newspaper sales skyrocket. Promotions and pay raises would be inevitable, and reaching the pinnacle of their career would pose no issue whatsoever.

Now, the entire outside of the lingerie store was packed with journalists, frantically taking photos of the store, desperately trying to squeeze inside to get firsthand materials.

Inside the lingerie store, Lu Tianxing sat in a corner as if he didn’t see the reporters all around. He leisurely smoked a cigarette, as if everything that had just happened hadn’t happened at all. His gaze was calm, without a hint of disturbance.

In contrast, Bai Zhiqing was the exact opposite. Her pretty face was pale, with a look of unsettled horror, clearly haunted by the recent event.

In fact, that was true. After all, Bai Zhiqing was just a businesswoman, and even though many labeled her cold-blooded, that was only true in the business world, not in the sense of having bloodied hands from taking lives.

Bai Zhiqing and Lu Tianxing were different. Lu Tianxing walked in the dark world, slept with death, and was accustomed to a life where crises arose frequently. Bai Zhiqing was just a woman living in a harmonious society.

One could say that the lives of Lu Tianxing and Bai Zhiqing were completely different.

Lu Tianxing could face crises openly because he was used to such a life.

But Bai Zhiqing was different. This time, she had been even closer to death. She could even hear the whistling of bullets past her ears, causing all the stress that had built up from previous assassination attempts to erupt at once, almost breaking her spirit.

Moreover, Bai Zhiqing truly didn’t understand why. She had never offended anyone, and even in business competition, she had always used legitimate means. Why then was there a persistent desire to kill her?

"Whoosh."

Suddenly, the police blocking those unscrupulous journalists parted on both sides, and a shapely policewoman crossed the police line and walked directly into the lingerie store, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire space.

"Why is it you again, Lu Tianxing? Why are you here again?"

Xue Bing’s tone was extremely irritated. She found that Lu Tianxing was always at the scene of an incident, and even among the recent cases in Modu, Lu Tianxing’s presence was a common denominator. If not, he had some kind of connection to the trouble. Xue Bing suddenly realized that Lu Tianxing was nothing but bad luck, just like Conan, causing trouble wherever he went.

The last time Bai Zhiqing survived an assassination was still unresolved, and today, there had been another attempt on her life. With Lu Tianxing being here again, Xue Bing couldn’t help the aggravating sensation she felt, almost wishing she could drag Lu Tianxing out and execute him a hundred times over. Damn it, couldn’t there be just one instance where Bai Zhiqing was in trouble and you weren’t at the scene?

PS: I’m returning from my relative’s place tomorrow, which is a two-day journey. I guarantee at least two updates. Please be understanding!!