The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 239

Chapter 239: 239

Despite the Northern Commerce Association being the absolute kingpin north of the Yangtze River, due to Huaxia’s unique political system and complex relational backgrounds, this organization, which initially had the dual nature of resisting the Japanese and banditry, gradually underwent transformations. However, the process was relatively difficult. How could a bunch of people with a bandit background grasp the concept of managing a gang? It was not bad enough that they didn’t drag their brothers out to loot and plunder, but to expect them to turn the association into a huge organization with strict discipline? Don’t even think about it!

Thus, with intermittent changes, splits, and unifications, it was not until the fourth-generation chairman, Jia Dafang, came along that the association underwent a fundamental and spirited change. This scion of a once wealthy but now declined family possessed an exceptional intellect and willpower. Although his family was ruined and seemingly worthless after being battered by political campaigns, it also provided this young man with a Jia surname an enormous invisible fortune. When he joined the organization by a twist of fate, he immediately recognized the immense potential and boundless value it contained. Consequently, Jia Dafang, Old Mr. Jia, began his ascent to power with an extraordinary perseverance that few could match. No one could understand the hardships endured by this man who stood out from the very bottom, nor did they want to understand. People were accustomed to seeing someone’s brilliance while ignoring the darkness that lay behind. Having successfully taken the position of the fourth chairman, Master Jia began the transformation of the association. Mining in Shanxi, forestry in the northeast, cotton in the northwest, grasslands in Inner Mongolia— his bold moves involved tens or even hundreds of millions, and with Jia Dafang’s strategies, a massive business empire was slowly taking shape.

Yet despite all this, ordinary people’s lives remained so unfamiliar with the name of the Northern Commerce Association, and even if the older generation had heard of it, they would assume that the group, initially composed of a bunch of bandits, must have disappeared into the annals of history. However, the reality was far different.

"Did he send those people?"

"I checked, it was him. Dog King Luo Liang."

A beautiful, secluded villa stood tall under the expanse of the sky, with the moon appearing extraordinarily bright in the night. Atop the Baroque-style building hung a full moon, resembling an ancient castle from the Middle Ages.

Liu Liyue took one last glance at the moon and uttered involuntarily, "Is it almost the fifteenth?"

The carefree young man, twirling a gun in his hand, nodded and asked, "Won’t you go back home? Grandpa has sent people to urge you several times already."

Beneath her feet was the expensive turf that felt extremely comfortable to step on. Liu Liyue slowly rubbed her feet back and forth on it before suddenly kicking it fiercely. A large patch of turf along with the moist soil beneath was dislodged, revealing a stark black patch of earth in contrast with the surrounding green.

Liu Liyue looked at the black soil under her feet without a change in expression, her purple cloak embroidered with Purple Pythons fluttering in the black day’s autumn wind, like a solitary warrior treading the depths of desolation.

Qin Gui smacked his lips and followed, not daring to utter another word. Who knows if that kick would unexpectedly land on his groin instead.

There were two Tibetan Mastiffs in the courtyard, both shot dead by Qin Gui—a case of killing two birds with one stone, or rather two dogs with one bullet.

Although the silencer compromised the stability of the bullet’s trajectory, it still served a significant purpose in covert operations, at least preventing detection.

"Thump!"

The door lock was shot through by Qin Gui’s gun—a piece of cake, as he easily breached the door.

The living room was clearly without its master. Three bodyguards stood erect with sunglasses on, and a figure resembling a maid was tidying up the stuff on the table. Upon seeing someone barge in, the three bodyguards immediately surrounded the intruders, but before they could get close, two of them were already toppled to the ground, both shot in the knees without exception. Four bullets, four bloody holes, the sound of knees hitting the brown Italian solid wood floor resounded through the room as the surface was quickly stained red, spreading into a large pool.

"Go tell Luo Liang, someone is looking for him. As for the rest, you decide what to say." Liu Liyue instructed the two men lying on the ground, now incapacitated with pain.

The remaining bodyguard seemed too shocked to react. He didn’t say a word, nor made any move, until Qin Gui sent him flying with a kick, and only then did he scramble upstairs to fetch someone.

"Mmm... Uh... Brother Liang, go gentle, it tickles, ah..."

Spring was in full bloom inside the second-floor study where Luo Liang sat in the boss chair with a woman of charm seated atop his lap. Wearing black-framed glasses and dressed in a white top and black bottom, her black skirt had been pushed to her waist, revealing the snowy white skin beneath; the pair seemed lost in passion.

Suddenly, the door to the study burst open. Luo Liang wasn’t one to lock doors; he didn’t have that habit.

"Boss, someone is here..." The bodyguard stopped mid-sentence, his peripheral vision alerting him to the presence of two people behind him—the same man and woman who had nearly opened fire on him downstairs.

Luo Liang was a middle-aged, slightly overweight man with an oily 7:3 hairstyle that reflected the light, making his hair visibly greasy and revolting to the onlooker.

Enemies at the doorstep were nothing new, so Luo Liang wasn’t particularly shocked. He calmly instructed his secretary to get dressed and busied himself straightening up his attire before inquiring nonchalantly, "What brings the two of you here today?"

Casually picking up a thick cigar from the table, he bit it in his mouth while his secretary hurriedly lit it for him.

Qin Gui first fetched a chair for Liu Liyue to sit, then he walked right up to 7:3 Luo Liang, pulling out a silver Desert Eagle and pointing it straight at his forehead.

A chill rushed from the skin to the bone in an instant, the terror of facing the dark muzzle of a gun felt like being thrown into an icy pit, inside out, utterly bone-chilling.

"Bro... Brother, let’s not be hasty, everything can be discussed, let’s talk this over. Put the gun down first..." The cigar that was just lit in Luo Liang’s mouth dropped onto the table due to his violently trembling lips, and the secretary was so terrified she curled up into a ball on the floor.

"Click!"

At the sound of that sharp snap, Luo Liang’s entire body jolted, the muscles around his mouth tight, his eyes clenched shut, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, beads of dense sweat ran down from his forehead, across the nose, cheeks, converging around the mouth, eventually pooling at the jaw and chin, and lastly, dripping onto the table.