The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 452: A Bloodless Sword

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: A Bloodless Sword

In the car, Long Fei rested with his eyes half-closed, exuding an air of calm self-assurance.

Ajian couldn’t help but ask, "Master Long, aren’t you going to ask what Hong Ye wants from you?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "I owe Hong Ye a favor. Whatever he wants done, I’ll help him with it. Why ask such a question?"

Ajian clasped his fist in admiration and said, "Master Long is truly righteous!"

He Hongtao had gone to great lengths to invite Long Fei, partly to show his respect.

Moreover, it served as a small deterrent.

It was to tell Long Fei, if you don’t show me face, don’t blame me for being impolite.

At first, Ajian was afraid that Long Fei would decline, but now he saw that the man respected rules, a hundred times stronger than some self-important big brothers.

This time, He Hongtao had not only invited Long Fei but also a distinguished master.

This person had a significant reputation in the jianghu and was rumored to be an outer sect disciple of an ancient cultivation sect.

This sect was known as the Divine Sword Sect, and its members were said to possess the ability to fly and escape through the earth.

Despite just learning the basics in the sect, he was renowned throughout North Yangtze.

He was known by the nickname "Bloodless Sword," Zhou Canghai.

Compared to Long Fei, this master’s temperament was much more arrogant.

When he looked at people, he was extremely commanding, as if he were ordering around a dog.

Ajian was quite skilled himself, but he was no match for Zhou Canghai.

In his presence, Ajian could only swallow his frustration.

He vented these vexing matters to Long Fei.

After hearing him out, Long Fei was, in fact, quite intrigued by this master.

The motorcade stopped in the parking lot below the clubhouse; Ajian opened the car door and ushered Long Fei up to the top floor.

From He Hongtao’s office came bursts of laughter from women.

The grand gang leader of the jianghu, at this moment, was like a lackey, constantly offering drinks to an old man.

In the old man’s arms were two young girls, cuddled on either side.

Despite being advanced in years, with white hair and beard, his hands were still restless, touching the girls incessantly.

Every now and then, he would throw his head back in loud laughter.

Dressed in traditional attire with a queue tied at the back of his head, he exuded a vitality and grandeur despite his lecherous ways.

Behind him stood a woman dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, holding a longsword.

Her figure was voluptuous, her waist soft, and her bosom proud; her facial features were also striking.

But her expression was somewhat icy, and the shape of her face carried a touch of ferocity, making it difficult for anyone to look her in the eye.

She was this master’s proudest female disciple, Leng Shuangning.

Normally, the master took great care of her, always bringing her along whenever he went out.

In addition to holding the sword, at night she could also be held for sleep.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Ajian called Long Fei in, and as he entered, the eyes of everyone in the room instantly focused on him.

He Hongtao quickly got up, greeted Long Fei with clasped fists, and said, "Brother Long, I’ve been waiting here for quite some time. It’s truly troublesome for you to have come all this way!"

Long Fei nodded lightly, scanned the room, and asked, "Hong Ye didn’t call me over to sing, did he?"

He Hongtao laughed heartily and invited him to sit on the sofa next to him, asking Sister Hong to pour Long Fei a drink right away.

He waved his hand with a sigh and said, "It might make Brother Long laugh, but I’m facing an insurmountable barrier, so I’ve asked Brother Long to come and lend a hand."

He raised his glass, and shared a drink with Long Fei.

Long Fei asked with curiosity, "In Binhai City, who would dare to provoke Hong Ye?"

He Hongtao touched his head, feeling ashamed, "Brother Long thinks too highly of me. I may seem impressive in front of others, but behind the scenes, I’m just a pawn. Maybe I count as somebody in Binhai City, but outside of it, I know my place."

He personally took out a cigar and lit it for Long Fei.

Long Fei inquired, "May I ask the background of this enemy?"

He Hongtao said, "It’s actually an old sworn brother of mine. We started out together in Binhai City over a decade ago. Later on, some conflicts arose, and we went our separate ways. He got involved in a serious crime and was wanted by the Official Families at the time before he escaped to America. Somehow, he encountered a stroke of luck there and acquired some impressive skills. This man is petty by nature; upon returning, he took revenge on all his old enemies one by one. Now it’s my turn. A few days ago, he sent a challenge and has arranged to meet today at the Moonshadow Teahouse in the suburbs to settle past scores. I really had no choice, so I had to ask you to come."

"I see!"

Long Fei suddenly thought of a name and asked, "The person Hong Ye is talking about, is it Sun Bao?"

"How did you know?"

He Hongtao was somewhat surprised.

Long Fei said, "That’s right, and speaking of which, I have a little score to settle with him too. A while ago, he crippled my master, Zhou Yunshen’s meridians, and I’ve been worrying about how to find him!"

"Is that so?"

He Hongtao was overjoyed on the inside; he had been worried Long Fei wouldn’t give it his all.

Now, he could rest easy.

He motioned with his finger, and Ajian brought over a suitcase.

The case opened, revealing a heap of cash inside.

He Hongtao said, "Brother Long, I may not have much, but what I do have is money. Take this five million as your fee for this time, and please don’t be too polite with me. If it’s not enough, just name your price, and I definitely won’t argue!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, closed the suitcase, and said to him, "Hong Ye, are you trying to send me away with this?"

"Brother Long, how could you say that?"

He Hongtao furrowed his brows immediately.

Long Fei said, "You gave me face over that issue with Su Hongda last time, Hong Ye. I owe you a favor. I’m here to repay that favor. If you give me money, wouldn’t that be like slapping me in the face?"

"Look at you, Brother Long, so righteous. It was stingy of me!"

He Hongtao, rubbing his head, laughed heartily, and had Ajian take the money away.

He was growing increasingly fond of Long Fei; he was damn well suited to his taste.

Sister Hong, Ajian, and the underlings nearby all followed with their own words of praise, lifting their glasses to toast Long Fei.

Suddenly, Master Zhou, who had been silent all this time, spoke up with a mix of sarcasm and disdain, "What righteousness? It seems to me he doesn’t have the guts to take the money."

His disciple, Leng Shuangning, added, "Master is right, some people do have a sense of their own limitations."

Long Fei glanced at the master and disciple. He had heard Ajian introduce them on the car ride over.

He couldn’t help but be curious as to what a disciple from such an ancient sect would be like.

Now that he saw them, he was utterly disappointed.

The old man’s cultivation level, probably at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, was barely worth mentioning in his eyes.

Such a person truly brought shame to the title of master.

Worried that Long Fei would get angry, He Hongtao hurriedly mediated, "We’re all on the same side here, let’s not say things that hurt the camaraderie. Later, Master Zhou will take the lead, and Brother Long will assist me. With him here, it gives me peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Canghai held his head up high, arrogance written all over his face, and said nothing more.

His female disciple, Leng Shuangning, scrutinized Long Fei from head to toe, her eyes brimming with provocation, thinking that if she made a move, Long Fei wouldn’t be able to withstand even a single attack.

To her, that five million would be quite fitting.