The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 351 - 0351: Extremely Smug

Chapter 351: Chapter 0351: Extremely Smug

Zheng Wansan glared at his worthless son with a darkened face. Last night, he had sent him to bid on the ginseng, but the boy returned with a snow lotus he had bought for thirty million.

Not only that, but today he actually took people to trouble Miss Zhang.

Who is Zhang Xuan’er? Even ministers have to show her respect.

Although the Zheng Family holds power in Qingdong City, in the grand scheme of the nation, they amount to nothing.

He asked his son, "What’s the background of the person who hit you?"

Zheng Bin shook his head, "I don’t know. He came from Binhai City, not one of our Qingdong locals."

"No wonder then."

Zheng Wansan nodded, he was familiar with most of the masters of Qingdong.

But looking at Long Fei’s photo, he did not recognise him at all.

He turned his head to look at Vajra.

Vajra, who was busy gobbling down roasted chicken, felt embarrassed when he saw Zheng Wansan looking over and said, "Uncle Zheng, it’s my fault for not protecting the young master well. Punish me!"

Zheng Wansan shook his head and sighed, "It’s okay, Uncle Zheng doesn’t blame you. I’ve heard that you were no match for that lad."

Relieved, Vajra repeatedly said, "Exactly, he’s like the Buddha Master in human form, blessed with the strength given by the Patriarch Buddha. He said that you should keep a low profile or else it might bring trouble."

"Arrogant!"

Zheng Wansan immediately slapped the table. He had been dominating Qingdong City for many years and had never before been challenged by the younger generation like this.

Vajra thought he was being rebuked and blushed, hanging his head in shame.

Zheng Wansan swallowed his frustration and comforted him, "I’m not talking about you. Stay at home and accompany the young master. There’ll be plenty of roasted chicken for you."

Vajra nodded happily and sat down to continue eating.

Zheng Wansan then called someone and drove to Peach Blossom Mountain, south of Qingdong City.

In ’Water Margin,’ the Tiger-fighting General Li Zhong and the Little Overlord Zhou Tong were bandits here, bustling through the world of rivers and lakes.

Zheng Wansan collaborated with the government to develop this tourist area.

The mountain is filled with peach trees, which are stunningly beautiful when they bloom in spring.

Now that the peaches were harvested, only the lush green trees remained.

In the middle of the peach grove sits a small temple.

The temple is not large, just two courtyards, but the incense is very flourishing.

In all of Peach Blossom Mountain, this is the only temple.

Of course, it was Shen Wansan who had arranged for it, specifically for a certain master to be built.

This master was the Monk who personally trained Vajra in martial arts.

He used to be a wandering monk until he came to Qingzhou City and helped Zheng Wansan deal with several enemies.

Hen Wansan then arranged for him to stay and set roots on Peach Blossom Mountain.

At the moment, his Mercedes-Benz is parked outside.

At the gate, he let a woman in monk’s clothes go in and report his arrival, then he walked into the back courtyard.

This woman was specially recruited to serve the master.

Her figure was graceful, her long hair was tied up, and she had the air of a lay disciple nun, exuding a unique charm.

In the courtyard under a large willow tree.

The Monk was holding his drink and quaffing it from a large bowl.

Next to him lay his Zen staff, with a circular mark drawn on the ground.

It was evident that he had just finished practicing his martial arts.

His body was burly, half-clothed in a monk’s robe, with the other half bare.

His body was bulky like that of a black bear, and his skin as tough as iron, rippling with resilience.

His face was covered with a thick beard, his eyes were as big as bronze bells, making him seem like a fierce spirit descended from heaven, and just one gaze from him would send shivers down your spine.

Zheng Wansan stood to the side and politely said to him, "Master, enjoying your drink?"

The Monk gestured with his hand, inviting him to sit across and said straightforwardly, "Speak your business. I don’t like beating around the bush!"

Zheng Wansan replied, "I won’t hide it from you. Recently a young master has come to Qingdong City, incapacitated my son, and even proclaimed that he would destroy our Zheng Family. He’s very conceited. That’s why I’m here to ask the master to make a move and teach him a lesson for us."

"Damn his hide!"

The Monk touched his head, took a swig from his bowl, and said, "Let’s go, let me meet him!"

He trained alone here and had long wanted to find an opponent for a good fight.

Zheng Wansan repeatedly urged, "Master, don’t be anxious. I am currently investigating his identity. If I get results, I will immediately send someone to invite you down the mountain."

The Monk rubbed his head and shouted, "Why the fuss? Why not just start the fight and have done with it?"

"If only it were that simple!"

Zheng Wansan chuckled dryly and sat down with him for a drink.

In front of the Monk, there wasn’t a trace of his usual big brother demeanor.

He might be a big shot among normal folks, but in the eyes of these experts, he was nothing but a chicken and a dog.

The reason he had managed to become a dominant figure in Qingdong all these years was due to his cautiousness.

He wouldn’t touch a matter unless he was at least thirty percent sure of its outcome.

The likes of Long Fei’s methods were certainly not ordinary.

If he had real strength in Binhai City, Zheng Wansan would have to consider his actions carefully.

As the sky was turning dark, Old Man He’s senior brother finally arrived from Xianggang.

Zhang Xuan’er lay on the sofa, covering her ears, listening to Long Fei and An Xiaoke showing off their affection all afternoon.

On one side was Steward, Steward being called non-stop.

On the other side was Little Ke, my legs are sore.

Little Ke, my shoulders are sore.

Zhang Xuan’er had enough. When the old man knocked on the door and entered, she quickly stood up and excitedly called out to him, "Master Hong, you’ve arrived."

The old man nodded, his figure a bit rounder, his beard and hair white, dressed in traditional Tang attire, with a small braid hanging behind his head.

The Essential Qi within him was clearly much more abundant than He Yingtang’s, his face glowing with a healthy red hue.

There were quite a few people who came this time, all dressed in black suits, evidently the bodyguards employed by the Zhang Family.

"Who was it that beat you up like this?"

Master Hong was very concerned about his junior brother.

Feeling humiliated, He Yingtang did not speak up.

Zhang Xuan’er recounted the Zheng Family’s deeds and implored Master Hong to stand up for them.

Master Hong glanced at Long Fei, then looked at the sheets wrapped around his junior brother and asked Long Fei with some displeasure, "Did you set my junior brother’s bones?"

Long Fei nodded.

Master Hong asked, "Why didn’t you send him to a hospital?"

Long Fei, finding him impolite, replied somewhat coldly, "First, I was simply lending a hand. Whether or not to go to a hospital is your concern, not mine. Second, although the ointment I concocted is very effective, it will take at least a day for his bones to stabilize. You can try moving him now, but if he dies, don’t blame me."

"How dare you, such audacity!"

Master Hong’s eyes narrowed.

Long Fei sneered, "Old man, you got it wrong, didn’t you? I saved your junior brother, and instead of thanking me, you come here pointing fingers. Who is being rude, exactly?"

"Are you looking for death?"

The old man had a fierce temper; his fists clenched tightly.

The bodyguards all stared at Long Fei with frowns, thinking that this young man had a death wish, daring to offend Master Hong.

In Xianggang, there was no one who dared to talk to him like that.

Zhang Xuan’er rubbed her head, regretting having invited Master Hong because of his explosive temper.

She quickly intervened, "Master Hong, our enemy is the Zheng Family, not this young man. Let’s save our energy to deal with the Zheng Family, shall we?"

"Fine, I’ll give this face to the young miss."

The old man glared at Long Fei with dissatisfaction.

Long Fei returned the stare and thought to himself that the old fellow must have been raised on gunpowder, such strong hostility in him.

He picked up his things, and took An Xiaoke and Zhang Xuan’er to say goodbye.

Every single one of these people was more arrogant than the last; he wasn’t the least bit interested in keeping their company.

Zhang Xuan’er had wanted to hunt for treasure with Long Fei, given his exceptional abilities, which would give them a better chance of success.

But seeing how he didn’t get along with Master Hong, she thought better of it.

She showed Long Fei and An Xiaoke to the door, intending to say a proper farewell.

But Long Fei didn’t even glance at her, leaving her stamping her feet in frustration behind him, suddenly questioning her own charm.