The Beautiful CEO’s Close Bodyguard
Chapter 223 - 0223 Dance of Death

Chapter 223: Chapter 0223 Dance of Death

"They? What ’they’?" Nangong Man Sha hadn’t reacted yet.

But soon, she understood the scene at hand.

She saw a flash of cold light suddenly sweep past where she had just been standing, and a strand of hair was cut off instantly along with the cold light.

Seeing this, a shade of fright flashed through Nangong Man Sha’s eyes, as if she was still standing in the same spot, she may have been sliced in half, just like that strand of hair!

"I said, their way of greeting is quite special," Chu Ge smiled, though his eyes remained coldly detached: "That’s why, I don’t like the way they greet!"

As he spoke, Chu Ge had already kicked out, but he aimed not at the recent flash of the blade but slightly to the left.

This time, Chu Ge didn’t hold back.

With a crisp "crack", a sound rang out revealing where previously stood empty air, now suddenly stirred into ripples, a person shrouded in black clothes groaned, flying backwards for dozens of meters.

Chu Ge’s kick was meant to inflict damage, yet he still restrained a bit, otherwise, that person might have directly broken through the cabin.

Even so, he had died instantly.

"Humph, indeed, these are the rats of the dark," said Chu Ge coldly with a sneer.

Meanwhile, Nangong Man Sha carefully scrutinized the black-clothed person, her brows deeply furrowed: "Is this... a Ninja? How could they appear here?"

"Hasn’t your Nangong Family received any intelligence?" Chu Ge looked curiously at Nangong Man Sha, reasoning that with the influence of the Nangong Family, it shouldn’t be difficult to uncover such information.

Nangong Man Sha shook her head: "I’ve always been running around outside, seldom returning home. This time it was also a sudden assignment, thus many arrangements were made later on by myself."

"I see," Chu Ge nodded, it was not surprising then. The people from the Yamamoto family this time were incredibly covert. With only the crew on the boat, it clearly wouldn’t have been possible to find out any news.

At that moment, Chu Ge suddenly shifted slightly.

A katana slashed down close to Chu Ge’s body, the moonlight spilling on the blade, reflecting a bright sheen.

"That’s why I say," Chu Ge didn’t even turn his head, he just carried his right hand behind his back and lightly flicked his index finger: "These hidden rats have no other skill but are quite nauseating."

With a muffled sound, another black-clothed Ninja appeared out of nowhere, a bloody hole suddenly emerging on his forehead, then he weakly fell backward.

"Baka!"

An angry voice echoed through the corridor, and as it ended, the air around them distorted. When everything quietened down, numerous figures in black clothes wielding katanas appeared around, completely encircling Chu Ge and Nangong Man Sha.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang..."

"No need to shout," Chu Ge glanced at Nangong Man Sha: "Those two old men protecting you must have been detained by their people. They won’t be able to get free anytime soon."

At the same time, Chu Ge fully released his spiritual power, closely monitoring every movement in the corridor.

Due to his position, he effectively blocked the entrance and exit of the corridor, so until now, no Ninja has invaded Mr. Ouyang’s place.

Moreover, after being reminded by Chu Ge tonight, Zheng Lihong also moved to Mr. Ouyang’s room, even if occasionally a few small fish slipped through the net, they could not pose a threat to the old master’s safety.

"Do you have confidence?" Nangong Man Sha, surrounded by dozens of Ninjas filled with a murderous aura, couldn’t help but ask Chu Ge softly.

Although she knew about the Ancient Martial World and understood the level divisions, as someone not from the Ancient Martial World, Nangong Man Sha did not have a specific understanding of the term "Half-step Innate."

However, Chu Ge suddenly looked at her and smiled, "Miss Man Sha, can you dance?"

Chu Ge’s gaze seemed to have a special magic power; this was true for both Bingtong and Nangong Man Sha. The moment they met his gaze, all the unease in their hearts would disappear.

After looking at Chu Ge for a few seconds, Nangong Man Sha suddenly broke into a smile, "Of course, Mr. Chu, what dance would you like to do?"

Though dancing at such a moment seemed quite absurd, for some unknown reason, Nangong Man Sha still asked this question as if possessed.

"Pole dance, can you do that?" Chu Ge laughed.

"Ah?" Nangong Man Sha looked at Chu Ge somewhat surprised, a faint blush rising on her pretty face: "Mr. Chu, are you serious?"

"I’m not joking with you," Chu Ge said seriously looking at her.

Nangong Man Sha hesitated for a long time, then suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, "Since Mr. Chu wants to see it, then I’ll dance for you, but Mr. Chu, you’ll have to be the pole."

"Wouldn’t miss it for the world!"

"Bakka!" Watching this man and woman talking and laughing as if no one else was present, and even seeing the man bow slightly towards the woman and kiss the back of her hand as if performing some ritual,

The leading Ninja could not stand it any longer, snorted loudly, and charged forward first with his katana.

Right then, Chu Ge suddenly gave a slight tug, and Nangong Man Sha spun several times in her spot, propelled into Chu Ge’s arms.

Simultaneously, the leading Ninja’s katana chopped down where Nangong Man Sha had just been standing, obviously only managing to strike the ground.

Chu Ge then stepped forward slightly, lightly flicking his finger, and suddenly a fingertip-sized blood hole appeared on the Ninja’s forehead, sending him flying backwards several meters, his fresh blood mixed with everything else scattering in mid-air.

"Bakka!"

The remaining dozens of Ninjas, instead of showing any fear, roared and charged at Chu Ge with their katanas.

While Chu Ge, holding Nangong Man Sha, weaved through the crowd like a butterfly flitting among flowers, those densely interwoven katana strokes whirling swiftly, somehow not even touching the hem of their clothes.

If Nangong Man Sha had been somewhat worried before, she now closed her eyes, clinging completely to Chu Ge, dancing passionately, her nightgown seeming to turn into the perfect skirt at that moment.

While Chu Ge, with one arm around Nangong Man Sha’s waist and the other hand moving swiftly, each spin, advance, or turn executed by him resulted in a body flying out from the crowd.

Moonlight streamed down from the front portholes, enveloping them like beams on a stage, covering Nangong Man Sha’s enchanting and captivating dance.

This was a dance performed on blood, dancing with death!