The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1149: Got Into Big Trouble

Chapter 1149: Chapter 1149: Got Into Big Trouble

Zhang Jikai’s fury rose, but he had not yet let it out.

The man before him slammed money on his face and ordered, "I want to have some quiet time here with my sister, please leave us alone. Here’s ten thousand yuan for you to have tea."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Jikai cursed loudly, never in his life had he been treated this way.

He raised his foot and kicked towards Long Fei, wanting to teach this bumpkin a lesson.

However, Long Fei merely lifted his hand gently.

His leg felt like it was electrocuted, suddenly shooting up into the air, causing his body to lose balance and fall backwards.

With a splash, Zhang Jikai screamed as he fell into the water.

"Damn!"

"Motherf*cker!"

"How dare you attack our Young Master Zhang!"

A group of young men nearby sprang up, grabbing wine bottles, flower pots, and small chairs, and charged towards Long Fei.

Liuu Ruyan had already succeeded in Foundation Establishment; she was even higher than a Grandmaster of Ancient Martial Arts.

It’s a pity she didn’t know how to use this power and hid behind Long Fei, frightened by these people.

Zhang Jikai emerged from the water, cursing loudly, "Beat him up, I’ll take responsibility if he dies!"

Without needing his instruction, the gang was ready to be ruthless.

Someone threw a flower pot directly at Long Fei without holding back.

"Seeking death!"

Long Fei lightly waved his hand, and the flower pot astonishingly flew back, smashing squarely onto the head of the young man who threw it.

The guy screamed, his head cracked open, blood spurted out, and he rolled back onto the ground.

The others paused briefly, but then continued to attack with wine bottles, chairs, and belts towards Long Fei.

Long Fei raised his hand, pulling a slap out of the void.

Snap, snap, snap—a series of cracking sounds.

Five or six tall young men all spat blood from their mouths, teeth flying out, screaming as they got slapped into the swimming pool,

The clean water suddenly surged with a crimson color.

These guys realized they had encountered a tough opponent.

This guy knows martial arts!

The women behind, initially ready to watch a good show, screamed in fear when their heartthrob was beaten and sent flying.

They screamed terrified, "He’s hitting people, he’s beating people!"

"Quick, call security, take this barbarian away."

"Such a barbarian, daring to cause trouble here."

They dared not approach, just standing there and shouting.

Someone got through to the front desk and hurriedly asked for security help.

Zhang Jikai and his group climbed out of the pool, looking like drowned rats, pointing at Long Fei and cursing, "Good boy, you’ve got a big problem now. You just wait, I’ll make sure someone kills you."

"Little punk, dare to cause trouble in Shanghai City. I’ll have someone kill you, just you wait."

They didn’t dare to step forward, hiding behind and shouting wildly.

In a moment, a dozen security guards with batons arrived.

The hotel had a strong backing, thus the security guards were not ordinary people—they were either ex-military or trained fighters.

The security squad leader, a fat man, came forward with his belly out and bellowed, "Who’s causing trouble here!"

Zhang Jikai pointed at Long Fei and shouted, "Brother Biao, it’s this bastard who hit people. Look at us, what he turned us into, quickly tie this punk up."

Fei Biao, a pudgy man, was very familiar with Zhang Jikai.

He was startled, initially thinking it was Zhang Jikai who had beaten someone else, only to realize that someone had beaten Zhang Jikai.

This young master, he’s a regular at the hotel.

Every time he comes with different girls, he’s known in Shanghai City as a famous second-generation rich.

This hotel, Zhang Jikai’s father owns a share.

Speaking of which, his father doesn’t actually bear the Zhang surname; he married into the Xianggang Zhang Family, taking up a daughter from a minor branch of the family.

For more benefits, Zhang Jikai took after his mother’s surname.

Now, when this young master issues a command, Fei Biao naturally dares not disobey.

He shouted at Long Fei, "Sir, hitting people is not right, is it? Come with us and let’s go downstairs to clarify this matter."

Long Fei lay on the beach chair, calmly saying, "Won’t you ask who’s at fault first? Why not take them down and clarify as well?"

Fei Biao cursed, "What nonsense are you spouting? Am I the security here, or are you?"

"So, this is how you treat guests. I have doubts about your manager’s capabilities; let him come up and talk to me."

Long Fei snorted, laughing, and took another sip of his juice.

Fei Biao, having been here a while, had seen many influential figures, but with Long Fei speaking so confidently, he couldn’t figure out his identity for a moment.

He immediately had his men check on where Long Fei was staying.

His subordinates inquired over the walkie-talkie and soon whispered into Fei Biao’s ear, "He’s staying in the presidential suite."

"Damn!"

Fei Biao knew this was trouble; definitely not someone to be messed with.

Ordinary people couldn’t afford a presidential suite, costing 160,000 a night!

He immediately changed his tone, speaking politely to Long Fei, "Sir, regardless, hitting people is wrong. Let’s look at this, if we can settle this matter privately, it’s better than making it public later. You should know, the person you hit is the son of one of our hotel’s shareholders; their family is not someone to be trifled with in Shanghai City."

He brought up Zhang Jikai’s family, trying to intimidate Long Fei.

Zhang Jikai wiped his mouth with a towel, cursing at Fei Biao, "Damn it, why are you being polite with this punk? With all the money my family spends, what use are you if you are worse than a dog?"

The security guards all frowned, their faces showing displeasure.

Zhang Jikai always acted this way, cursing at people when upset.

Everyone had long been displeased with him but couldn’t afford to offend him due to his family’s power.

Fei Biao’s face also looked displeased, knowing he couldn’t handle this matter well, and immediately had someone report to the hotel’s security department manager.

After the manager arrived, Fei Biao immediately went over to brief him.

This manager, who climbed up by fawning, knew it was time to suck up to Zhang Jikai, and reprimanded Fei Biao, "What’s there to investigate? How dare they fight in our hotel? If we don’t protect our guests’ rights, how can we stand here in the future? You and the others immediately drag this punk out of the hotel, if he refuses to leave, beat him up harshly."

Zhang Jikai gave a thumbs up, "Brother Ming, that’s real guts. I’ll speak well of you to my dad."

The manager, with a smile, flattered, "Young Master, it’s our fault for not handling things well and causing you discomfort. Rest assured, I, Li Ming, will make this right and guarantee your satisfaction."

Long Fei shook his head, not expecting another infuriating person to show up.

He took out his phone and directly called the Open Gate Sect Master of the Yin Yang Sect, asking him to immediately send the person in charge here to meet with him.

Open Gate had operations in cities across the world, all managed by influential figures, some even at the level of chamber of commerce presidents in various cities.

Seeing Long Fei making a phone call, Zhang Jikai cursed, "Damn, you dare call for help, I can call people too; I’ll see what riffraff you can bring."

Li Ming wanted to kick him out but hesitated for a moment upon seeing Long Fei make a call.

Fei Biao advised from the side and repeated Long Fei’s room to Li Ming.

Li Ming’s face turned red, shocked that Long Fei was staying in the presidential suite.

Cold sweat broke out on his head, realizing that this was big trouble indeed.