The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 270

Chapter 270: 270

A contradictory mentality.

"I can’t believe you’re not only a greenhorn but also a goody two-shoes." Seeing Ye Tian let Luo Liang off and warning him never to set foot in Tianhe City again, Qin Gui shook his head and said, "I can’t stand people like you, who are kind-hearted and soft-handed. You’re obviously an executioner, yet you insist on playing God. Kid, do you know that God hates liars the most?"

"In Huaxia, spare me your talk of God."

Ye Tian replied unceremoniously, and behind him, Li Jing drew his Green Feather Soft Sword, its blade limply drooping down like willow branches.

Qin Gui looked over at the pair, flicking the gun in his hand, and said, "My gun has only one bullet. One of you two must die. Will you choose for yourselves, or shall I make the choice?"

The sword’s edge quivered, casting a sword flower, Li Jing seized the sword and charged forward, Ye Tian had no time to stop him. How could the Sword God Li Jing be intimidated by nearly any layman’s words?

A smile crept across Qin Gui’s lips as he calmly raised the Desert Eagle in his hand. The gun was already chambered, there was no need to fumble as the enemy approached. His index finger rested on the trigger, aiming at the soaring Li Jing without needing to aim. After years of killing people, he had that much skill.

"Bang!" A shot.

Li Jing landed, propping himself on the wooden floor with one hand, his right hand on the ground was noticeably shaking.

Ye Tian was stunned, and Qin Gui’s expression wasn’t looking good. Under the protection of that old demon Jia Dafang, he had been arrogant for twenty years. His marksmanship had become transcendent, not to the point of splitting a hair from a hundred steps away, but within fifty meters, nobody could come close. On the top floor of the Tianhe Hotel, he had missed Ye Tian with one of his three bullets, which had gnawed at him, and today in this dilapidated mansion, Li Jing had given him a resounding slap in the face.

The once-overturned entire arsenal of cold weapons was defeated by a broken sword yet again.

The Green Feather Soft Sword was broken into two pieces in mid-air, broken by the tremendous impact force of blocking the Desert Eagle’s bullet. A piece of the sword tip plunged into the wooden floor as it fell and wobbled for a long time before settling.

Just as astonished as Qin Gui was Li Jing, a man known as the Sword God, proud in spirit. Although he wasn’t concerned much about his reputation, in his heart, there indeed were not many who could catch his eye. But today, he had met someone who could make his sword break. If the opponent had another bullet, he admitted he wouldn’t be faster than a bullet; his swordsmanship was strong, but his real body was indeed too fragile.

There’s an old saying in Huaxia, "Impossible to splash water into." It refers to those who practice martial arts, especially weapon training, who all consider "Impossible to splash water into" the ultimate realm of weaponry. Legend has it, Monk Lu Zhishen wielded a heavy iron Zen Stick of eighty pounds, performing Wind and Fire Wheel with one hand, wearing pale-colored coarse clothes. Facing someone who threw a bucket of black ink at him, the Wind and Fire Wheel conjured by the Zen Stick kept it all at bay, leaving his light clothes completely unstained.

A feat called the Great Success Realm.

Li Jing’s swordsmanship was indeed as rumored, reaching the "Impossible to splash water into" state, yet breaking against Qin Gui’s bullet.

"Jiangnan’s White Jade Boy, Sword God Li Jing. Truly as legendary as they say." Qin Gui blew onto the barrel of his gun, his tone somber. Of course, he admired the man before him, but what he was thinking about more was how to kill him.

"I’ve never heard of you."

Ye Tian wiped his eyes; this brat always talks so rudely, acting as if he is the best in the world.

Hearing Li Jing’s words, Qin Gui’s eyes sparkled with excitement, but he also seemed more honest. Only a madman can understand another madman, and those without any real skills can only pretend and strut on the sidelines.

"I admire you. If there’s a chance, I’d also like to learn swordsmanship."

Rascal Qin Gui has always been too arrogant to care about others, never this courteous to anyone, not even to Jia Dafang, who he ignored completely. That rustic bandit didn’t have a single worthwhile thing to say.

What made Ye Tian want to crawl into a hole was that Li Jing didn’t say a word before turning around and leaving, patting his buttocks as if brushing off dust, not taking a single cloud with him. Fortunately, Qin Gui wasn’t angry, his eyes meaningfully watching Li Jing’s retreating figure in the Zhongshan suit, as if looking at an extremely tempting prey.

Since the bullet had already been fired, Qin Gui saw no reason to stay anymore. He twirled the gun in his hand beautifully and then whistled as he walked out, his body swaying, the dyed red and green hair on his head trembling in the air. He was the spitting image of a hooligan.

Ye Tian scratched his head, understanding the situation he was in. When he realized he had been cruelly ditched there by two people, he could only laugh at himself mockingly before striding home stylishly.

Tang Su didn’t tell Ye Tian about the incident at home, but after that night, Tianhe City became much calmer, at least the woman wearing the Purple Python cape hadn’t been seen again. Ye Tian dared not attribute the woman’s disappearance to his own audacious act of charging into the den with Li Jing, but the person did indeed vanish. It left Ye Tian feeling depressed. Was it possible that she no longer wanted to play with him? Ugh... Damn that vile woman, hmph! I’ll go find a wife.

"Wife, don’t you think we should do something more meaningful? During the long, lonely night, between a husband and wife..."

"What do you think? I personally don’t see the need."

Tang Su quietly knitted her sweater, her gaze entirely focused on the needles dancing between her fingers. The black yarn wrapped around her fingers obedient and docile, her lovely slender fingers seemed to be weaving an incredibly precious gift.

Ye Tian sulkily withdrew himself, his face filled with grievance, "Hmph, everyone else’s wife is cozying up to their husband at home, and here I am, a lonely man. Don’t you have a heart?"

"I don’t care."

"I do."

Tang Su remained unmoved, tolerating the twenty-something-year-old man next to her, who was coquettishly prodding at her with his fingers now and then.

With a stern look from Tang Su, Ye Tian quickly turned his head away to the ceiling, feigning ignorance to perfection, which was frustrating to witness. After several attempts, Tang Su finally couldn’t take it anymore and turned to scold, "If you don’t behave, I won’t be polite to you anymore."

Ye Tian loved to provoke; the moment he heard those words, he perked up, buttocks arched, jumping off the bed, "Come on then, just try, I’m not afraid..."