The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 469 - 0469: A Bat Demon

Chapter 469: Chapter 0469: A Bat Demon

The street gangsters here in Xianggang are different from the mainland’s hoodlums.

They are professional hooligans, all skilled in a few tricks.

Some approached via the stairs while others climbed directly over the railing to cut us off from the other side.

Chu Feng patted Long Fei on the shoulder and said, "One on each side, you go first and show off a bit."

The gleam of their large knives was chilling, but the two of us treated it all like a game.

Lin Yingying rolled her eyes, squeezing to the middle, afraid of getting hurt by these gangsters.

"Then I’ll go first!"

Long Fei laughed as he picked up a bottle of alcohol and suddenly flung it into the air.

Half the bottle of beer poured out, and following the gesture of his sword-finger on the right hand, it condensed mid-air into the form of multiple tiny swords.

Chu Feng frowned and exclaimed, "Condensing water into a sword? Not bad, not bad!"

Before the burly men could even reach us, the water swords in front of Long Fei whistled out like bullets, pfft pfft pfft, hurtling toward them.

The leading tough guy, shocked, swung his blade to block, only to be faced with a loud bang. The water sword struck his knife and sent him flying backward.

The other water swords zipped past, either piercing through the shoulders of the gangsters or their legs.

Long Fei had held back, not taking their lives.

Still, they screamed as if they had been shot, with blood holes spurting out blood before they fell to the ground.

"I’ll freaking end you!"

Brother Yau Ma with his hair standing on end, wide-eyed, gawked at the unbelievable scene before him.

Since his time in Yau Ma Tei, he had never encountered such a master!

He did know that in Xianggang, there were many Ancient Martial Arts Masters who could strike from afar and condense Qi into swords.

But now, having witnessed it with his own eyes, his legs shook without courage.

The foreigner’s expression was taut, watching Long Fei with great interest.

The gangsters on the other side, who had planned to rush over and hack at the three of us, were so frightened by this eerie sight that they hastily retreated.

Long Fei grinned at Chu Feng, "Your turn."

He wanted to see how far his brother’s Cultivation Level had progressed.

"Alright, I’ll show off a little too!"

Chu Feng, not hiding his skills, took the empty beer bottle from Long Fei.

The burly men, with steel knives in hand, were so startled by his action that they screamed and turned to flee without a second word.

Chu Feng said cheerfully, "What are you afraid of? I haven’t even started yet!"

As he shook the Essential Qi in his hand, the beer bottle exploded with a bang, turning into fragments mid-air.

But these fragments didn’t fall; they hovered in the air.

Lin Yingying’s eyes widened in amazement, not expecting Chu Feng to possess such skill.

Long Fei smirked, knowing that Chu Feng was controlling the shards of the beer bottle with his spiritual power, which was based on the same principle as his water sword technique.

The gangsters directly broke into tears, shrieking and running towards the exit.

Brother Yau Ma cursed furiously, "I’ll freaking end you, you think you’re so tough?!"

In the face of such masters, all notions of brotherhood didn’t amount to squat!

Regrettably, before they could escape through the door, Chu Feng flicked his sword-finger towards the ground floor.

The glass shards, like a swarm of bees responding to their queen’s command, buzzed toward the gangsters.

This phenomenon was far more thrilling than the water swords.

Though not capable of piercing flesh, they were like grenade shrapnel, causing random, uncontrolled wounds.

With a series of dull thuds, the fragments of the bottle swept from the front to the back.

The gangsters were like wheat in the wind, rolling from back to front, each emitting a pig-like agonizing scream.

Long Fei applauded, chuckling, "Not bad. It seems you haven’t let chasing girls distract you from serious business."

Chu Feng also laughed heartily, "Aren’t you the same? Without any sect or method, your Cultivation Level has improved so fast. It’s making me, your big brother, more and more curious."

Long Fei smiled indifferently, as they both chose to keep their secrets untouched.

The two of them, escorting Lin Yingying downstairs, didn’t give Brother Yau Ma and the foreigner a second glance as they headed straight for the door.

Brother Yau Ma shouted from behind, "Damn brat, dare you leave your name?"

Chu Feng turned his head and snobbishly said, "Hong Sect’s Chu Batian!"

"Hong Sect?"

Brother Yau Ma’s pupils dilated, and he was instantly awed by this title.

Those who mixed in the underworld of Xianggang all knew the might of the Hong Sect—it was completely beyond the reach of a small fry like him.

Unexpectedly, a young man who appeared out of nowhere dared to claim he was from the Hong Sect.

One thing most taboo in the martial arts world was to falsely use someone else’s name to conduct affairs.

"Bloody hell, you’re looking for death!"

Brother Yau Ma’s eyes gleamed, thinking to report this matter to the Hong Sect.

If this kid was an imposter, then he could let the Hong Sect take him down, saving him a lot of effort.

He turned his head, intending to calm Wade Bruch down.

But to his surprise, the foreign devil was silent, and at some point, he was nowhere to be seen.

On the street, Long Fei and Chu Feng pulled out cigarettes and lit them up.

Curious, he asked, "May I ask, Chu Hero, what does this Chu Batian mean?"

Chu Feng smiled faintly, "The name, well, who doesn’t have a nickname in the martial arts world? My proper name is Feng and nicknamed Batian, cool, isn’t it?"

Lin Yingying felt nauseated and commented, "Vulgar, only you could come up with such a devalued name!"

Chu Feng laughed loudly, "Young girl, what do you know. They say the most common things can be the most refined. This name of mine is destined to send ripples through the Three Realms someday."

"So shameless!"

Lin Yingying looked on with disdain.

Chu Feng called out, "Brother Long, let me come up with a nickname for you too!"

Long Fei smiled, "Alright!"

Chu Feng thought for a moment and then said, "I’m called Batian, so you’ll be Aotian! Long Fei, styled Aotian, Long Aotian."

"No way, I object!"

Lin Yingying yelled in frustration, this one sounding even more crass and tacky.

Her man, even if he were to have a nickname, it should be more elegant. How could he use such a name?

Long Fei, however, repeated the name and said joyfully, "Not bad, laughing proudly under the heavens, it’s on par with your Batian."

"Great minds think alike, Brother Aotian!"

Chu Feng laughed, raising his hand.

Long Fei hi-fived him, laughing, "Then Aotian it is!"

Lin Yingying felt like vomiting blood, too exasperated to deal with these two.

Little did she know that in the future, two other ridiculously crass nicknames would join them, making a name for themselves in the Cultivation World as the "Four Heavenly Kings" and also known as "Cultivation F4"!

The three of them walked back to the hotel, picking up various snack foods along the way to feast on as their late-night snack.

Stinky tofu, fish balls, sugarcane juice, cart noodles—all of them tasted quite delightful.

As they passed by a small alley, a dark shadow stood at the entrance, watching them.

Long Fei and Chu Feng both looked up, and the meatballs in their mouths suddenly seemed to slow down.

Lin Yingying was also startled, and quickly hid behind Long Fei.

The sight of something suddenly emerging in a dim alley late at night was indeed rather frightening.

"You guys are really slow!"

He lifted his head, eyes staring straight at the three of them, as if eyeing three prey.

His face was glowing with a greenish hue, his eyes blood red, and two pointed fangs were visible at the corners of his mouth.

Lin Yingying, with her improved cultivation level and keen eyesight, clutched Long Fei tightly and trembled, "Zombie, ah!"

Long Fei patted her hand and explained lightly, "It’s not a zombie, just a Bat Demon."

Chu Feng continued to nibble on his meatballs, chuckling softly, "Wade Bruch, so you really are with the Blood Clan!"

Lin Yingying frowned, thinking the name sounded very familiar.

She took a closer look—the black shadow at the entrance of the alley was none other than the foreigner from the bar earlier.

Only now his face looked fierce, and his mouth was protruding upward, completely transformed.

"Is this the legendary vampire?"

Lin Yingying’s heart skipped a beat, with a dozen vampire movies suddenly flashing through her mind.