The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 339 - 0339: Was I Right to Hit Them?

Chapter 339: Chapter 0339: Was I Right to Hit Them?

Long Fei, that bastard, didn’t let An Xiaoke have her way.

The more the young man struggled, the more An Xiaoke’s body pressed against Long Fei.

He took advantage of the situation to cop a feel, and was too happy to even think about stopping it.

An Xiaoke’s little nose was almost crooked with anger, so she simply pulled him up and switched seats with the guy.

The young man inside felt somewhat indignant, having been busy for half a day only to benefit someone else.

He pulled out his wallet, took out a stack of cash and threw it on Long Fei, rudely saying, "Buddy, switch seats with me."

Long Fei frowned, picked up the cash and counted it, it was indeed quite a sum, over thirteen hundred yuan.

With a smirk on his lips, he pocketed the money and actually switched seats with the young man.

An Xiaoke raised her eyebrows, ground her teeth at him, her little hands balling into fists.

The young man became increasingly presumptuous, took off his socks and, holding them in his hand, waved them in front of An Xiaoke, shouting to the front, "Anyone here? I wanna wash my socks, anybody?"

Good lord, the stench of foot sweat was overwhelming.

An Xiaoke was almost fainting from the smell, couldn’t take it anymore, and yelled at Long Fei, "What do you mean by this?"

Long Fei pretended to be clueless, "What’s up?"

An Xiaoke, with a voice tinged with grievance, said, "He’s bullying me like this, can’t you see? If you keep standing by idly, I’m going home right now."

At first, the young man thought Long Fei and An Xiaoke didn’t know each other, but after hearing An Xiaoke, he boldly bullied her further, disdainfully saying, "Little cousin, I’m giving you face, and you really think you’re something special? Your mother’s son, there are plenty of purer girls that I’ve slept with. Me chatting you up is me looking up to you. Today, I’ll put my foot here. You give me a foot rub, and I’ll give you a million!"

The people around all turned their attention to the scene, watching the drama unfold with excitement.

Someone exclaimed, "Isn’t that the Young Master of the Zheng Family from Qingdong City?"

"Young Master Zheng, impossible, right? He always drives sports cars, how could he be on the high-speed train?"

"It’s definitely him, I saw him at the chamber of commerce last time. This Young Master is a notorious playboy, this lady is in bad luck!"

"Zheng Family, the big shot of Qingdong City!"

"Is that tall guy the girl’s boyfriend? Look at that scared look, he must be frightened by Young Master Zheng."

"For sure, even with ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare mess with the Zheng Family."

Some people started gossiping about Long Fei as well.

The young man’s arrogance grew as he heard this, and seeing An Xiaoke ignore him, he became even more aggressive, placing his foot in front of her, "Did you hear that? I am Zheng Bin, the son of Zheng Wansan from Qingdong City. Ask around, Young Master Zheng always gets what he wants. Serve me well today, and I’ll transfer you a million instantly."

"Scram!"

An Xiaoke couldn’t help but curse, her little face flushed with anger.

Zheng Bin furrowed his brow, not expecting An Xiaoke to actually dare to curse at him.

The surrounding crowd watched with light laughter, making him feel instantly embarrassed.

"Uncultured brat!"

He cursed and lifted his foot to kick An Xiaoke, deliberately aiming for her chest.

An Xiaoke cringed in fright, and before she could react, she saw the young man fly over her head.

Long Fei finally made his move, grabbed Zheng Bin by the clothes and flung him away forcefully.

With a thud, his weight of over 120 pounds crashed onto the seat in front, almost breaking his back.

The carriage fell silent for a moment; everyone stared at Long Fei with a ghost-sighting expression.

Zheng Bin rolled on the ground and struggled to get up, about to curse Long Fei out.

But then, he saw Long Fei’s foot coming at him again, kicking him from the middle of the aisle straight to the door.

He clutched his stomach, kneeling on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of fresh blood, his tears wrenching out from the force of Long Fei’s blows.

An Xiaoke swallowed hard, her stomach twinging in sympathy.

Although it was somewhat violent, she felt a great sense of relief.

Just before, she had thought that Long Fei was afraid of the thug.

Long Fei walked over to Zheng Bin, waggled his cellphone, and played the video of Zheng Bin harassing An Xiaoke. He stared him down and said, "You, in broad daylight, harassed a decent young lady. I stood up for justice and beat you up, was it not justified?"

Grinding his teeth, Zheng Bin cursed, "Damn your mother, my father is Zheng Wansan, you’re dead meat!"

With a slap, Long Fei struck him again, twisting his face completely out of shape, and asked calmly, "Answer the question, can’t you understand human speech?"

Zheng Bin’s face quivered wildly, and with a woeful cry, he broke down in tears.

Long Fei asked him, "I’m asking you, was I right to hit you?"

Zheng Bin wanted to keep up his tough act, but seeing Long Fei’s hand move, he quickly covered his face and nodded repeatedly, saying, "You were right to hit me, I was wrong, I’m a lowlife, I deserved to be beaten..."

His mouth filled with blood as he frantically apologized and conceded.

Long Fei patted his head, as if he were patting an obedient dog, and praised with a smile, "That’s a good boy, remember what you’ve said!"

He rose and returned to his seat, his expression calm as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Bin was both in pain and furious, knowing that calling the police would do him no good at this point.

It was he who had harassed An Xiaoke, and Long Fei had video evidence, the law was indeed on his side.

This matter could only be settled in private.

The flight attendant, hearing the commotion, came over at this moment.

Seeing Zheng Bin rolling on the ground, his face covered in blood, she cried out with alarm, "Sir, what happened to you?"

Gingerly getting up from the ground, Zheng Bin stood in the aisle, glanced at Long Fei, and said weakly, "I accidentally hurt myself going to the bathroom, I’m fine, you can go back to your duties."

The flight attendant looked bewildered, and naturally, no one in the carriage dared to meddle, the silence was deafening.

Passengers who had just mocked Long Fei for not daring to protect his woman now all turned away.

The flight attendant helped Zheng Bin back to his seat and grabbed the intercom to call for a first aid kit to start treating Zheng Bin’s wounds.

Long Fei relaxed back into his chair, eyes half-closed, planning to leave with An Xiaoke when they arrived.

Zheng Bin watched them, his eyes nearly bulging out in rage.

He had wanted to summon reinforcements to wait for Long Fei at the station, but his phone had been smashed earlier.

Now all he could do was to follow them until they took a taxi and left; he promptly memorized the license plate of the cab.

His face swollen like a monkey’s behind and his eyes flaming red with anger, he silently swore to have Long Fei killed and his body cast into the sea for the fish.

And as for An Xiaoke, he wanted to make this woman his own personal bitch!

His tracking skills were so refined that even An Xiaoke in the car had noticed.

She caught sight of Zheng Bin in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow at Long Fei, "Shouldn’t we switch cars?"

Long Fei chuckled softly, "When you’re in someone else’s territory, changing cars won’t help. If he wants trouble, let him come; I am pretty keen to see how tough the snakes of Qingdong City really are!"

An Xiaoke exhaled a stuffy breath, thinking to herself that this guy was really no pushover.

But being with him, she truly felt safe.

Especially when he was beating Zheng Bin, he looked incredibly cool.

No wonder her CEO girlfriend, who was usually so picky, would fall for such a guy.

That feeling of safety, after all, was more important to a woman than anything else.