Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 465 - 561 Fear Descends

Chapter 465: Chapter 561 Fear Descends

Wang Anquan and his associates were unaware that as they were discussing how to deal with the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, the financial groups under Mandala’s control had also begun their assault on all of Wang Family’s publicly listed companies. Their aggressive tactics quickly drove the stocks of these companies to their lowest point, then swiftly reversed the trend to allow these companies to push back, only to suppress them again.

Just as Wang Anquan was about to settle matters, the cellphone of Wang Yanfeng, who oversaw the Wang Family’s industries, buzzed insistently.

Wang Yanfeng frowned as he picked up the phone but answered the call anyway.

The caller was his company’s vice president, whom he had already instructed that unless there was a major issue within the company, he should not be called.

"Hello, what happened?" Wang Yanfeng asked with a grave expression.

"Chairman, something big has happened. At ten o’clock, some foreign financial groups launched an attack on our publicly listed companies for some unknown reason. Our stock has started to drop, and our funds are running low. Moreover, agencies like Modu’s government, Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the Tax Bureau have begun a joint investigation into our subsidiary companies, alleging tax evasion and ordering us to suspend operations for restructuring. Chairman, what should we do next?"

"What did you say? Those bastards kicking us when we’re down, I...your grandpa!"

Wang Yanfeng’s pupils shrank abruptly as he yelled into the phone, "I don’t care what you do, just hold on, you must hold on. Otherwise, you can pack your bags and get lost as my vice president. If we’re short on funds, pour all of the company’s money into it. If that’s still not enough, go to the bank for a loan, get a loan in the name of the Wang Family. And tell those government officials to get lost, or the Wang Family will not let them off."

Wang Yanfeng was livid, roaring in fury. The publicly listed companies of the Wang Family were a crucial source of income for the family. If anything happened to these companies, it’d be tantamount to the Wang Family cutting off its own arm and suffering a significant loss of power.

"Bang!"

Right after Wang Yanfeng hung up the phone, a Martial Artist trained by the Wang Family staggered in from outside the door, nearly tripping over something and falling to the ground as he entered.

"Family Head, something terrible has happened, a major disaster! Family Head, please go out and see! Family Head, please go to the front courtyard and see! The Wang Family is in trouble."

The fear on the Martial Artist’s face was intense, and his body shook like a sieve, as if he had witnessed something utterly terrifying.

"Let’s go, head to the front courtyard immediately," urged Wang Yanzhi, changing color as he stood up and walked outside.

The others quickly rose to follow Wang Yanzhi.

As they walked through the corridor to the front courtyard, they trembled at the sight before them, feeling a spine-chilling coldness overcome them and fear evident on their faces.

They saw a Martial Artist, heavily recruited by the Wang Family, nailed high in a tree by a funeral staff; his eyes wide open, his face etched with horror. A white mourning staff was plunged into his chest, its white silk ribbon stained with blood. Drops of blood fell to the ground with a ticking sound.

The blood dripping to the ground felt like hammer blows to people’s hearts, leaving them breathless.

Chilled to the bone, everyone felt an icy terror emerge from nowhere, seeping into their marrow and making them shudder. The sunlight that fell on them did not bring any warmth; instead, it made the entire space even more sinister and terrifying. The surrounding plants and trees swayed in the wind, seemingly transforming into malevolent spirits, while they seemed to have stepped into the Ghost Gate.

With the breeze, a white cloth written in blood floated down from the sky, landing right before everyone’s eyes.

"A welcome gift for you. One per day, sending you to dine at Yama Palace."

The blood-written characters on the white sheet glinted eerily in the sunlight. A breeze made everyone shudder violently, their eyes scanning the surroundings with dread, fearing that something would suddenly appear and claim their lives.

Wang Anquan’s face darkened as he looked at the bloody script; far from being afraid, he revealed a smirk of confidence. In his view, the Netherworld Mercenary Corps was trying to use this method to create chaos in the Wang Family, seeking an opportunity to catch them off guard and destroy them.

However, precisely this tactic made Wang Anquan believe that the Netherworld Mercenary Corps didn’t bring many people to Modu this time. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have resorted to instilling fear but would have directly invaded the Wang Family and slaughtered them all before making a clean getaway.

The reason the Netherworld Mercenary Corps was acting this way must be that they were few in number and did not have the absolute certainty of eliminating the family during the holidays, so they decided to strike at the Wang Family’s morale with this method.

"Let’s go back," said Wang Anquan, his sinister gaze sweeping the surroundings before turning to enter the hall.

Hearing this, the others hurried into the hall, fearful of becoming a target if they were too slow.

The previously noisy front yard once again fell silent. A gust of wind lifted the white cloth, which fluttered like scattered paper money, carrying a ghastly killing intent.

A dragon’s vulnerable spot, when touched, provokes a lethal response. From today, the Wang Family began their countdown, an ominous sense of dread engulfing them as an invisible shadow enveloped the entire Wang Family.

Not far from the Wang Family, in a concealed spot, Tie Niu and Fu Tu watched the Wang Family coldly, their lips curling into a faint, bloodthirsty smile. If not for Lu Tianxing’s orders to stand down, they would have already wiped out the Wang Family. That one casualty was merely an appetizer.

Fear has only just begun to descend. Wang Family, are you ready?

...

Just when the Wang Family was engulfed in horror, in the hospital, Lu Tianxing was having his face painfully pressed down on the bed by Bai Zhiqing.

Just now, he had been about to tell Bai Zhiqing about his discharge from the hospital, but before he could finish, Bai Zhiqing had refused him, forcefully pressing him down on the bed, insisting that he must get proper rest.

"Wife, I really am fine. Do I look like a sick person to you?" Lu Tianxing said with a wry smile to Bai Zhiqing.

"No, the doctor said that you must properly recuperate. All you need to do is stay obediently in the hospital," she said.

"Wife, can the doctor’s words be trusted? A minor illness can be exaggerated into a major one, and a major illness into a serious one. Didn’t they also say that Minister Xue’s mother’s condition was incurable? Yet, wasn’t I the one who cured her? Wife, I am a doctor. Don’t I know my own body? Not to mention that I’m perfectly fine now, but even if we had to consummate the marriage today, there would be absolutely no problem. Wife, let’s get discharged, okay?"

Lu Tianxing looked at Bai Zhiqing with a pitiful gaze. He really didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer. Whether intentionally or not, the nurses who took care of him were all older ladies, not a single young nurse in sight—let alone a pretty one.

Had it not been for his boredom driving him to wander around and discover that there were indeed young and pretty nurse sisters, he might have suspected that this hospital didn’t have any pretty nurse sisters at all.

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Bai Zhiqing hesitated a moment before asking, "Are you really okay now?"

Lu Tianxing got up from the bed and slapped his chest, saying, "Of course. Wife, if you don’t believe me, we can consummate the marriage tonight, and I guarantee that my combat readiness won’t disappoint you. I can battle until dawn without any problems."

At Lu Tianxing’s words, Bai Zhiqing’s pretty face uncontrollably flushed with the hue of a ripe peach, irresistibly enticing.

"Who wants to have children with you? Go have them yourself."

Bai Zhiqing rolled her eyes at Lu Tianxing and stood up to say, "Fine, I’ll go do your discharge paperwork now. Oh, and remember, drink the chicken soup I’ve stewed for you; otherwise, be prepared to obediently stay in the hospital for another week."

Lu Tianxing quickly opened the thermos and gulped down the soup. Spending another week in the hospital was out of the question.

A radiant smile spread across Bai Zhiqing’s face, and then she turned and walked outside to handle Lu Tianxing’s discharge from the hospital.

...

"Ahh, it feels great! I’m finally leaving this damned place. I’m going home!"

Standing at the hospital entrance, Lu Tianxing faced the sun, spread his arms wide, and shouted loudly, drawing frequent glances from people around him. They instinctively kept their distance, fearing what he might do.

Bai Zhiqing looked at Lu Tianxing with a face full of disbelief, "Lu Tianxing, can’t you behave? People might think they’ve run into a lunatic!"

"So what if they think I’m a lunatic?"

Lu Tianxing didn’t care in the least, turned to look at Bai Zhiqing, took her small hand into his own, and held the slightly cold hands, feeling the softness at his fingertips.

"Lu Tianxing, what are you doing? This is the hospital entrance. Let go of me or beware, I won’t be polite to you."

Bai Zhiqing’s face turned red and she instinctively tried to withdraw her hand.

"Let go for what? You’re my wife, holding hands is nothing," Lu Tianxing chuckled, his fingers gently stroking Bai Zhiqing’s palm, "Wife, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

Bai Zhiqing’s cheeks carried a hint of blush, especially as she felt the surrounding gaze upon them, her heart pounding like a frightened deer, her modesty reaching its peak, her head almost bowed into her chest.

Lu Tianxing smiled gently, holding Bai Zhiqing’s hand softly, "Thank you for making soup for me personally, thank you for taking care of me all these days."

"It’s nothing," Bai Zhiqing said with a charming smile. "You are my husband, I am your wife, it’s only natural for a wife to cook for her husband."

Bai Zhiqing wore a mesmerized smile, never having imagined she would find happiness in making meals for a man. Especially whenever she saw her food being devoured, she felt a profound sense of achievement, even more than when she led the Pepsi Group to be honored as Modu’s Star Enterprise.

Thank you for the tip from a close female friend!!