The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 814 - 0814: Waiting for You to Take Revenge

Chapter 814: Chapter 0814: Waiting for You to Take Revenge

Long Fei curled his lips at the foreign devil and smirked coldly, "Yeah, I’m really not happy right now."

"Fuck you!"

The foreign devil cursed loudly, "Yellow-skinned pig, you’re asking for a beating!"

His fist was just about to swing when he heard a snap, his head suddenly spun, and his whole body flew to the side.

A hundred and fifty kilogram’s weight, a tall figure measuring one meter eighty, all muscles, in front of Long Fei they seemed like a child.

Before his fist even raised, Long Fei’s palm had already slapped his face.

"Fuck you!"

"Kill him!"

"Beat these yellow-skinned pigs to death!"

The foreign devils behind him cursed, swinging their fists and taking boxing stances, all throwing punches straight at Long Fei.

Long Fei stood unmoving, only for a fierce current of air to rush out from his body, like an airbag exploding, and it blasted all four foreign devils away with a bang.

Chu Feng and the others stood by with light laughter, unsurprised by the outcome.

Facing these mere mortals, Long Fei alone could fight an entire city.

Casually, beating up a million wouldn’t be a problem.

Wang Yuhe felt elated inside, thinking quietly to himself that the Sect Hierarch is indeed the Hierarch, striking decisively.

No matter if they are foreign devils or white people, he fought without a second word.

Long Fei stepped over, planting his foot on the face of the lead foreign devil.

His teeth had already flown off his mouth, blood seeping from the corners, and his head so dizzy he couldn’t get up.

Stepping on him like this, the man trembled with anger, groaning hoarsely, "Bastard, fuck you, I warn you, I’m a member of the Black Hand Society. You’ve messed with me, I won’t let you live till dawn."

"Is that so?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, somewhat remembering the Black Hand Society.

He asked the foreign devil, "What’s your name?"

The foreign devil cursed loudly, "Jason Bazzini, I’m a member of the Corleone Family. I tell you, you’re dead for sure."

Wang Yuhe whispered to Long Fei, "Hierarch, the Bazzini Family has a lot of influence in Las Vegas. I think we better minimize the trouble and let him go!"

"You make a good point."

Long Fei nodded, agreeing verbally but his foot pressed down on Jason’s crotch.

With a pop, the sound of two eggs cracking echoed.

Jason Bazzini screamed in agony, froth spewing from his mouth.

Long Fei reached out his hand and a nearby waiter quickly passed him a white cloth, trembling from his imposing aura.

Long Fei wiped his sports shoes and threw the white cloth on Jason’s face, smiling at him, "The name’s Long Fei, I’m staying here for two days. If you want to seek revenge, feel free to come."

"How imposing!"

Wang Yuhe inwardly flattered as he gestured to Long Fei and the others to get on the elevator.

As they left, the foreign devils gathered themselves, swiftly helping Jason leave.

On the hotel’s top floor, there was an extremely luxurious presidential suite.

It was so large you could form two teams and play basketball inside.

Through the massive glass windows, half of Las Vegas could be seen.

Jason, supported by a bunch of foreign devils, walked out, glancing coldly at the top floor room, and ordered a foreign devil, "Check out this Easterner, I want to kill them, I want to kill them all."

"Yes, yes!"

A foreign devil nodded repeatedly, trembling, still unclear about what had just happened, suddenly being blasted away by a sudden gust of air.

He felt, this Eastern man could use magic.

In this city, each hotel is like a miniature city.

Inside, there were all sorts of food, drinks, and entertainment, and various performances would take place at night.

Many times, they would also invite big-name stars to come.

Lin Yingying and the others were interested in these stars, so they specifically asked Wang Yuhe for more information.

Wang Yuhe mentioned that there would be a reception after the performance, and he could take everyone to meet the star then.

Chu Feng, after settling down, glanced eagerly at the hotties by the swimming pool below and waved energetically to Long Fei and the rest as he made his way downstairs.

The others all knew what he wanted to do, and it was not a surprise.

Only Hua Qianmo was curious, "Where is he going?"

Lin Shanshan pulled out a big bag of snacks from the fridge, took a bite of an American snack, and laughed, "He’s obviously gone to flirt with the girls downstairs!"

Lin Yingying added, "That guy, he thinks he’s a love god in human form. For him, it’s all about women, every single day. He’s quite the flirt."

Hua Qianmo, unhappy, pinched her fingers and sat on the sofa in silence.

Lin Yingying and Ding Xue exchanged a glance, understanding her feelings, and pulling her along, said, "Let’s go down together!"

Lin Shanshan clapped her hands in excitement, "Yes, after swimming, I want to check out the amusement park too!"

She was keen to try her luck at the gambling tables and get a feel for the life of a gambler.

After all, being at a casino and not gambling seemed pointless.

Hua Qianmo nodded and they all went to the changing room to put on swimsuits provided by the hotel, then happily proceeded downstairs under Long Fei’s drooling gaze.

Inside the room, only Long Fei and Emily were left.

Long Fei, brewing some tea, asked Emily, "Why aren’t you going downstairs?"

Emily replied, "You are the host. I am wherever you are."

Long Fei joked, staring into her deep blue eyes, "What if I go to the bedroom, will you come too?"

Emily blushed and said, "I can’t do that."

Long Fei laughed, "See, you can’t trust what women say. You just said you’d go wherever I go!"

Emily cursed ’pervert’ under her breath, but kept quiet.

Long Fei asked her to sit down and inquired, "Your Holy See should have some formidable Magic Artifacts. During this attack on the Blood Clan, why didn’t I see you use any?"

Emily explained, "The Holy See’s Holy Spear Longinus and the Holy Grail were stolen by the Blood Clan leader, Dracula. Another one is the cloth that wrapped God during his suffering, stained with God’s blood and possessing immense mana, but it’s always kept untouched at the main church."

Long Fei said, "I get it, so basically, you’re saying your organization is broke!"

Emily, face red, gritted her teeth at him, thinking how uncouth he was to put it so crudely.

Long Fei waved his hand and took out a Longsword from his Storage Ring, handing it to her, "You are also my Maid; you shouldn’t be without a decent sword. This Tai’a Sword is one of the top ten famous swords in Huaxia. Take it for self-defense!"

Emily trembled, well aware of the significance of this sword.

It was Long Fei’s personal sword, and she hadn’t expected him to be so generous.

She picked it up, pulled off the python skin sheath.

A black-patterned, gold-colored Cold Iron Longsword was revealed, it’s sharp brilliance flashed, buzzing and sending a numb sensation to her ears.

The Longsword seemed uncontrollable, shivering back and forth in her hand.

Long Fei slapped his forehead, "Sorry, I forgot my Spiritual Imprint is still in there."

He pointed at the Longsword, and a rush of blood-light flashed.

He erased the Spiritual Imprint and motioned to Emily, "Cut your finger, drop some blood on it, and imprint your own Spiritual Imprint."

"What is a Spiritual Imprint?"

Emily didn’t quite understand these terms from Eastern Daoism.

Long Fei explained it to her, and what was initially a single sentence turned into a sprawling lecture he just couldn’t stop.

Emily watched him like an adoring fan, realizing this Eastern man had many profound insights, not as crude as he appeared.

His explanations were clear and easy to understand, making comparisons between Eastern and Western cultivation Laws, resolving long-standing confusions for Emily.

Emily, blushing, suddenly couldn’t look at him anymore; as a Saintess cultivating the Pure Heart, she felt her heart unexpectedly flutter in front of Long Fei, startling her significantly.