Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 473 - 469 Sima Lingyun Arrives (2nd Update)

Chapter 473: Chapter 469 Sima Lingyun Arrives (2nd Update)

After everyone had left the study, Wang Anquan stood up from the sofa and walked over to a corner of the room. He tapped on the wall several times, quickly revealing a secret chamber.

Without any hesitation, Wang Anquan stepped into the chamber. The sound of movement followed, and then the wall promptly returned to its usual smoothness.

The space inside the secret chamber was small and simply furnished, with only one table and chair. On the table sat a table lamp, upon which rested a black combination lockbox.

Wang Anquan had no reservations as he walked up to the lockbox, entered the combination, and opened it directly, holding a satellite phone in his hands.

Wang Anquan’s fingers trembled as he held the phone, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, which soon turned vicious and frightening.

"Bai Qiao Mountain, Netherworld Mercenary Corps, you’ve truly gone too far. I didn’t want to do this originally, but you leave me no choice. Even if I have to die, I will make sure you’re buried with me."

Wang Anquan muttered to himself in a low voice and then proceeded to unlock the phone, which contained only one number.

Wang Anquan immediately dialed the number, "Big brother, I need your help."

"Anquan, there’s nothing I can do. I can’t help you."

There was a slight pause on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Why?"

Wang Anquan became frantic and quickly said, "I’m your real brother. Didn’t you promise me in the past that as long as I called this number, you would help me through any disaster? Why not now?"

This was Wang Anquan’s last resort. If even this final card was useless, the Wang Family could only wait for death. No matter what, the Wang Family was no match for the combined forces of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps and the Rose Society.

"Survive a disaster? But have you forgotten what I told you all those years ago? I advised you to keep a low profile in Modu, but look at what you’ve done instead. I might have been able to help you with the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, but do you know that Lin Yafei, the current head of the Jin City Lin Family, has arrived in Beijing with the Lin Family Iron Guard right outside the gates? If I send people to help you now, the Wang Family would clash with the Lin Family, leading to mutual destruction and allowing others to gain from our losses. I can’t risk the Wang Family’s centuries-old foundation just to help you against the Lin Family."

A helpless voice came through the phone.

Wang Anquan, unwilling to accept it, asked, "Big brother, is there really no other way?"

"No, the Beijing main house can’t send anyone to help you; doing so would mean declaring war on the Jin City Lin Family, which wouldn’t benefit us in any way. Although the main house can’t help you, that doesn’t mean there are no other solutions. Recently, a friend of mine from the Tang Family is in Modu; I’ll send you his number later. Whether or not he can help you depends on your own fortune. With him there, even a Heavenly Peak Martial Artist wouldn’t be able to wipe you out. But this is a one-time offer, and after this incident, the phone will be useless and won’t serve any purpose."

"Big brother, do I really have no chance to return to the main house?"

"No, and remember, from now on, you have no more ties with the main house. Any trouble you cause in the future will have nothing to do with the main house, or else, I’ll personally cleanse our own ranks."

After these words were said, the call was hung up directly.

"Netherworld Mercenary Corps, I swear I’ll make all of you die a horrible death, I will grind your bones to dust. It’s all because of you that I’ve exhausted my only means, which could have been my opportunity to return to the main house. It’s all because of you; I will scatter your ashes to the wind."

Wang Anquan furiously threw the phone away, his eyes glittering with a chilling murderous intent.

He was the legitimate disciple of the Beijing Wang Family, and decades ago, after offending someone he shouldn’t have, he was exiled to Modu, where he established the Modu Wang Family. This phone was the lifesaver given to him by his brother, a one-time ticket to implore the Beijing main house for assistance in times of inescapable peril, and he had intended to use it as a bargaining chip to return to the Beijing main house. Unfortunately, all his plans were ruined by Lu Tianxing, and he was determined to have Lu Tianxing die and the Bai Family permanently eradicated.

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Four o’clock in the afternoon, at Modu Airport.

Broken Blade and Jiao Long stood solemnly at the airport entrance, with a dozen people behind them, positioned on either side, appearing grave and emanating a faint aura of authority that made them seem unapproachable. Each bore a look of reverence, as if awaiting the arrival of some VIP.

They were not waiting for any VIP but someone nearly as significant because Sima Lingyun was arriving this very afternoon.

Sima Lingyun, young but already a Heavenly Peak Martial Artist, with a three-foot green blade that had vanquished older generations with ease. Even mythical-level powerhouses would find it difficult to kill him, and the slightest carelessness could lead to their own demise. Moreover, Sima Ling was the youngest leader in the history of the Yanhuang Group, with the potential to stabilize the realm of the Earthly Immortal in the future, thus becoming an unparalleled mighty warrior.

Everyone’s faces bore hints of excitement; Sima Lingyun was their idol, a young man with the strength to sweep through the older generation, his prowess inscrutable. In the future, he was destined to become an unstoppable, mythical-level power—or even an Earthly Immortal, a legend among warriors.

Sima Lingyun’s qualification to contend for the mythical level at such a young age highlighted his extraordinary talent.

Thirty minutes later a plane descended from the blue sky onto the runway. A few minutes after, a man wearing a Zhongshan suit, holding a sword wrapped in cloth, walked out. His face showed a modest smile, appearing quite approachable, but his eyebrows, sharp like swords, conveyed an obvious sense of sharpness.

This man was none other than Sima Lingyun, who had rushed over from Beijing.

Seeing Sima Lingyun emerge from the airport, Jiao Long and Broken Blade exchanged a glance and hurriedly approached, respectfully saying, "Leader, welcome to Modu. Your accommodation has been arranged. Do you need to rest now?"

Sima Lingyun glanced at the two men and nodded, saying, "No need, you go back first. I’m going to meet an old friend first. I will naturally come to find you in the evening. Remember to have all the information about what has happened in Modu during this period ready for me to review."

Jiao Long hesitated and said, "But, Leader, after the long journey, don’t you need to rest?"

"There’s no need, you go back first."

Sima Lingyun’s voice was calm but carried a hint of finality.

"Yes, Leader."

Knowing Sima Lingyun disliked having his words questioned, Jiao Long nodded without hesitation, turning to lead the others away from the airport.

"Judge, I’ve arrived in Modu. I wonder if you are ready?"

Standing on the street, Sima Lingyun looked up at the sun and clenched the three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand, intense battle intent erupting from his being.

Walking in a certain direction, Sima Lingyun strolled casually but quickly, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Unaware that Sima Lingyun had arrived in Modu, Lu Tianxing made up an excuse to leave work after his shift and slipped away from the company, then hopped into Lin Qianru’s BMW parked by the roadside.

As he climbed into the passenger seat, Lu Tianxing’s eyes immediately lit up.

After leaving the company, Lin Qianru had changed into more casual clothes, but she still exuded the aura of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Lu Tianxing turned toward her and kissed Lin Qianru’s cheek involuntarily. He realized that if he hadn’t broken up with Lin Qianru back then, maybe he wouldn’t have married Bai Zhiqing. This woman gave off a sense of home.

"Stop fidgeting."

Lin Qianru trembled slightly and chided him as she gently slapped Lu Tianxing’s hand, softly saying, "Tianxing, what do you feel like eating? I’ll cook for you tonight."

"What do I want to eat? Can I eat you?" Lu Tianxing chuckled.

Lin Qianru rolled her eyes at Lu Tianxing, "How about we go to the market and pick up some groceries first?"

"No problem."

Lu Tianxing nodded. He wasn’t picky about food. In the past, when fighting to survive, even being among the dead, having anything to eat was good enough, regardless of whether it was raw or cooked.

Lin Qianru remained silent and drove straight to the marketplace closest to their residential area.

Thirty minutes later, Lin Qianru parked the car in the parking lot beside the marketplace. "Tianxing, would you like to accompany me to buy groceries, or will you wait for me in the car?"

"I’ll come with you."

Feeling Lin Qianru’s hopeful gaze, Lu Tianxing showed a gentle smile. There was nothing embarrassing about a man accompanying his woman to buy groceries.

Seeing Lu Tianxing agree, Lin Qianru’s face lit up with a happy smile. Sometimes happiness was that simple; just one sentence could make a loved one feel joyful and content.

After getting out of the car, Lin Qianru naturally took Lu Tianxing’s arm, looking like a couple deeply in love, which made some men nearby envious, jealous, and resentful to the point of wanting to kick Lu Tianxing away and take his place.

Lin Qianru paid no attention to the surrounding gazes, affectionately holding Lu Tianxing’s arm, radiating intoxicating happiness.

"Tianxing, let’s go check it out over there. They have fresh lobsters. How about I make fried shrimp for you tonight?"

Lin Qianru pulled Lu Tianxing along, excitedly running to a seafood vendor and eagerly began picking out items.

Watching Lin Qianru haggle with the seller, Lu Tianxing’s face was graced with a warm smile, feeling warmth in his heart.

If he hadn’t met Bai Zhiqing, Lin Qianru would definitely have been the best candidate for a wife—graceful in the hall and skillful in the kitchen, the very ideal of a wife in every man’s heart.