The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1161: Brother Long Turns into a Loach

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Brother Long Turns into a Loach

Tattooed Arm Man charged at the front, his baseball bat constantly smacking into his hand, staring at Long Fei and Liuu Ruyan, Zhang Xuan’er coldly called out, "Grandsons, I, Brother Hongqiao Long, have been in this area for so long, and this is the first time I’ve come across little brats splashing around without a care for their lives like you. If you don’t appreciate the face I’m giving you, then don’t blame brother for bullying you."

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "In my life, I don’t hate hooligans; I just hate those without credibility. Just like you, treating your words as farts, not honoring your bets when you lose, truly dragging down the cultivation of hooligans, tarnishing the reputation of the hooligan world. Trash like you, even beating you would dirty my hands."

He patted Zhang Xuan’er’s waist and commanded her, "Disciple, it’s your turn."

Zhang Xuan’er gave him a sly glance, thinking to herself, you’re afraid of dirtying your hands, but am I?

Brother Hongqiao Long and his gang burst into laughter, "Coward, you don’t dare to step up yourself and let a woman take the stage, huh!"

He pointed his baseball bat at Zhang Xuan’er, speaking to her, "Girl, it’s not too late to repent and join me. If you follow big brother, I can assure you’ll be safe..."

Before he could finish his self-aggrandizing talk, a crisp slap sound was heard.

Zhang Xuan’er’s body, like a fluttering butterfly, had already leaped into the crowd, her hands flying rapidly as slap after slap landed on these hooligans’ faces.

Fourteen burly bikers hadn’t even reacted before their heads were reeling, and they ended up being flung aside.

This was the ancient martial art, Form and Intention Fist.

After Long Fei’s martial arts tournament at Mount Tai, unifying the southern and northern Daoist Sects, he collected all the martial arts of the Ancient Martial World for the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect to practice.

Most of these martial arts were incomplete, but after Long Fei’s restoration, they had come close to their original forms.

Close combat relied on Ancient Martial Arts, long-range combat on spells.

There were no specific rules during a fight.

When people from the Cultivation World met, they usually competed with spiritual power.

Dharma Laksana shone, Magical Treasures were summoned.

The two would be far apart, going ’bang, bang, bang’ fighting a fierce battle in the void.

Usually, those with higher Cultivation Levels overwhelmingly suppress those with lower ones, leaving no suspense at all.

Long Fei had his disciples persist in physical cultivation, starting with Ancient Martial Arts, learning some close combat techniques.

At the very least, if they failed in a spiritual power contest or were met with a surprise attack, there could still be some suspense.

Clearly, the Yin Yang Sect’s execution had been good.

Or perhaps Zhang Xuan’er had worked hard, her set of Form and Intention Fist movements flowing like clouds and water, remarkably smooth.

The Form and Intention Fist had twelve forms, imitating twelve different animals.

They are the Dragon form, Tiger form, Bear form, Snake form, Deer form, Monkey form, Horse form, Rooster form, Swallow form, Alligator form, Harrier form, and Eagle form.

Zhang Xuan’er used the Swallow form to dart through the crowd, and the Snake form’s tricky flicks to continuously smack the hooligans’ faces.

With just two forms used, the hooligans were already screaming and lying down, not enjoying it one bit.

Brother Hongqiao Long was completely dumbfounded, rolling on the ground, staring at Zhang Xuan’er and unable to react for a long time.

He hadn’t even finished speaking before he was knocked down by a slight girl?

Liuu Ruyan clapped her hands excitedly and admiringly for Zhang Xuan’er.

Long Fei walked over, picked up Brother Hongqiao Long’s baseball bat from the ground, squatted down to look at him and said, "You trash, can’t even hold onto a stick and yet dare to call yourself Brother Long, you really disgrace the name of our Old Long Family. From now on, you should change your name to Brother Hongqiao Loach!"

Ha ha!

Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Brother Hongqiao Long and his other brothers blushed, their hearts filled with frustration as they called out, "What kind of skill is it to let a woman act on your behalf? Have the guts to fight me one-on-one."

Zhang Xuan’er frowned tightly, thinking is this guy asking for death on purpose, he can’t even beat me and dares to challenge Long Fei?

"You are not worthy!"

Long Fei just said three words and slapped his hand towards the baseball bat.

With a "snap," dust flew up from the ground.

This aluminum alloy bat was shattered to pieces with a single slap.

Yes, it exploded just like glass.

This baseball bat of Brother Hongqiao Long’s, could it be an ordinary one? Usually, it could smash a rock without any problem.

Long Fei threw the remaining half in front of him as Tattooed Arm Man trembled, nearly peeing himself.

Damn it, he must be kidding!

This is aluminum alloy, how could it break just like tofu?

Long Fei’s eyes swept over the other thugs, asking them, "Who else is not convinced?"

The others turned pale, admitting to themselves that their heads were certainly not as hard as that baseball bat.

Long Fei shifted his foot, landing it squarely on Brother Hongqiao Long’s hand, and instructed the group of bikers, "Since you’re all convinced, roll out of here!"

"Thanks, big bro!"

"We’re off!"

"We’ll roll out immediately!"

A group of people nodded repeatedly, covering their faces as they hurriedly got up from the ground.

A few of the shortsighted ones even tried to mount their motorcycles.

Long Fei waved his hand and with a slap of the void, smack smack, he sent them flying out.

All became quiet on the scene, everyone turning back and staring at Long Fei in horror.

Is this, the legendary master?

Their hearts were drumming, some nearly peeing themselves out of fear.

The ones rolling on the ground with their faces swollen and blood coming out of their mouths and noses wailed pitifully on the ground, "Didn’t you tell us to roll out?"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "I told you guys to roll out, but I never said you could ride my motorcycles. Losers accept their fate. If you’re a man, you’ll stick to our bet. If you don’t want to abide by it, that’s fine too, just castrate yourselves and I’ll let you take the motorcycles away."

The group spat blood; these terms were worse than death.

Bad luck for them, not checking the calendar before they left the house and ended up bumping into an iron board.

They looked at each other in indecision.

Long Fei raised three fingers and said indifferently, "I’ll count to three. If anyone’s still here after the third count, I’ll personally help you guys get castrated."

"Big bro, we can talk this over!"

"Big bro, our families aren’t wealthy either!"

"..."

The group howled.

Long Fei had already started counting, "One!"

In his hand, a shiny knife suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

F***!

No more communication possible!

Run!

The group screamed and scrambled to their feet to run, not doubting for a second that Long Fei was bluffing.

Because this kid was just too freakish.

Soon, the scene was completely empty of people.

The women who had been sitting on the motorcycles just moments before didn’t escape, not because they didn’t want to, but because they were so scared they couldn’t move their legs.

Long Fei twirled the knife around his finger, looking down at Brother Hongqiao Long with feigned surprise, "Ah, not bad, there’s still one guy left. Alright, indeed Brother Hongqiao Long, you have more guts than the others."

Brother Hongqiao Long’s forehead sweated as he miserably wished for death!

Damnit, Long Fei was stepping on his hand and despite several painful attempts to pull it free, he couldn’t get away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to escape, it was that he couldn’t!

Since he couldn’t leave anyway, he decided to act tough and cursed out loud at Long Fei, "You grandson, this is my ironclad integrity. If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and castrate me; I dare you to harm a single hair on me. Big bro, Third Master Zhang of Shanghai City, is not someone you can afford to provoke."

He cursed to his heart’s content.

"Hearing the name Zhang just pisses me off!"

Long Fei frowned, and the knife in his hand came down.

A plop, and blood spurted from Brother Hongqiao Long’s crotch.

He screamed like a slaughtered pig, "F*** your mom, you’re for real?"

The five beauties beside him were so frightened by this sight that they fainted on the spot.

Liuu Ruyan’s heart tightened, feeling somewhat painful herself, and her face inexplicably flushed with a hint of red, secretly thinking that Brother Hongqiao Long would be turning into a female loach now.

Zhang Xuan’er, however, glanced askance, looking somewhat dissatisfied at Long Fei.

Long Fei quickly tried to explain with a dry laugh, "Er, but not Zhangs like you. I don’t get annoyed when I hear your name."

Hmph!

Zhang Xuan’er ignored him and turned to get into the car.

Long Fei went over to gather up his motorcycles, making sure every single one was taken care of.

In the future, it would be much cooler to ride one of these things in the Secret Realm than riding a horse.