The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 820 - 0820: A Swarm of Flies

Chapter 820: Chapter 0820: A Swarm of Flies

Under the lure of delicious ice cream, several women indulged more and more until they no longer retained the image of ladies.

The group gathered around a large bucket, and amidst the varied looks of passersby, they quickly shared a bucket of ice cream with you taking a scoop and me taking another.

Long Fei saved half a bucket for Chu Feng, placing it inside the Storage Ring, enveloped in cold air.

Ordinary people, even if they could afford it, could not eat so much. After a hundred grams, their stomachs would likely start to feel cold.

They had Essential Qi protecting their bodies, so eating these was no problem at all.

At that moment, a decorated cart rushed toward them.

Vehicles weren’t allowed in the square; the sudden appearance of such a cart was quite conspicuous.

Moreover, there was a group of clowns performing juggling acts on top, faces smeared with a wild array of colors.

They stared at Long Fei and his group, revealing sinister smiles.

When the cart reached them, the clowns suddenly pulled out handguns.

A clown holding a submachine gun yelled coldly, "Easterners, die!"

With a muffled sound of gunfire, the pistols and submachine guns, equipped with silencers, fired bullets in rapid succession without much noise.

With five pistols and one submachine gun firing at once, a dense barrage of bullets enveloped Long Fei and the others like a swarm of locusts.

The women’s brows tightened as Essential Qi spilled from their bodies, forming a protective barrier around them.

They knew they didn’t need to do this with Long Fei present, but it was an instinctual defense mechanism.

As the bullets passed by, they buzzed and spun in front of them like tops, all blocked by a transparent barrier.

Long Fei didn’t move an inch and waved his hand back at the clowns as if swatting away flies.

With a buzzing sound and in the clowns’ astonished expressions, the bullets all reversed and headed back towards them.

Over thirty bullets covered the clowns.

With a clattering cacophony, sparks flew from the cart.

They quickly left amidst the crowd, with the driver clueless about what had happened behind him, thinking he had succeeded.

At a street corner, the driver took the cart past, facing another car.

The two drivers rolled down their windows, and the small car’s driver asked, "Did you get them?"

The cart driver, eating chocolate, boasted, "Don’t worry, just a few brainless Easterners, killing them is too easy."

The small car driver laughed, "These yellow-skinned pigs daring to offend me without taking a piss to see if they have the strength."

The cart driver said with a laugh, "Master is right, these trash dare to offend our Black Hand Society. We’ve killed more people than they’ve ever seen."

The small car driver sighed, "It’s a pity about those beauties, you didn’t kill all of them, did you?"

The cart driver scratched his head, "Just now with the gunfire, I guess they’re all dead?"

"I’ll check later when I go back, you guys really don’t know how to appreciate beauties!"

The small car driver shook his head and frowned at the back of the car, "Why is it so quiet back there with Amor and the others?"

The cargo truck driver’s eyes shifted to the back, also wondering, "Yeah, those boys didn’t fall asleep, did they?"

He opened the door, about to get out.

A cold laugh suddenly came from behind them, "Good evening, gentlemen."

Long Fei leaped down from the truck.

Seeing him, the driver screamed in horror like he’d seen a ghost, "How is this possible?"

He and the co-driver, without a second word, immediately pulled out their guns, showing the training of professional assassins.

"Go ask God," Long Fei pointed at them, and two white streams of energy, sharp as swords, shot out, piercing through their foreheads with a puff.

The cart driver and his companion tumbled over, slumped against the window, lifeless.

The four young people in the small car pulled out their guns in panic, and seeing such an eerie scene, they immediately started the car to flee.

But just then the car suddenly broke down, and Long Fei had already used his spiritual power to cut off the ignition device inside the cylinder.

No matter how he tried to start it, the car just made a few odd groaning noises and refused to move forward.

"Quick, get out and kill them!"

Someone commanded, and two young men rushed out from the back first, pointing their pistols towards Long Fei.

Their foreheads suddenly burst open, just like the truck driver before, swept away by a tremendous force, they flew backward with blood spraying out.

"There’s a ghost, there’s a ghost!"

The people inside the car shouted in terror, the remaining two young men so frightened that cold sweat streamed down, their palms shaking.

Regret filled their hearts to the brim, they stared out the car window at Long Fei, full of disbelief.

One shouted, "John, you go hold them off, I’ll go get help."

John wailed, "Jason, this is all because of you; you hold them off, I’ll go call for help."

The two argued for a while, only to hear the window suddenly explode, shards of glass flying like blades and slashing over their bodies.

Their hands took a brutal hit, immediately becoming a bloody, fuzzy mess, with bones exposed.

Their pistols dropped behind them as they moaned and rolled out of the car.

"Spare me, it wasn’t my fault!"

John’s face twisted in fear, practically begging.

Long Fei sneered, "Interrupting someone’s date, an unforgivable sin!"

His finger jabbed towards John like the God of Death himself, effortlessly reaping John’s life.

With a loud ’bang’ from the excessive force,

John’s entire body was planted into the car door, his blood-sprouting head rolling on the ground.

Jason was so scared he almost peed himself, yelling at Long Fei while invoking his family’s name, "I’m from the Bazzini Family, you can’t kill me. If you kill me, my family will surely chop you into mincemeat."

Long Fei laughed loudly, "Idiot, still not getting it. We Cultivators are not to be insulted by trash like you!"

His finger aimed at the top of Jason’s head, a strong aura of death causing Jason to shiver all over, waving his hands and yelling, "Spare me, I have money, I’ll give you as much as you want."

With a muted ’phut’, his head was pierced, blood spurting from the back, his eyes wide with terror as he rolled on the ground.

Cheers erupted from the crowd on the street; no one noticed what happened on the corner.

The space under Long Fei’s feet twisted, and he returned in two to three steps.

Lin Yingying and a few others were anxiously waiting for him with large buckets.

After meeting with them, Long Fei gave a faint smile, "Let’s go."

Lin Yingying asked anxiously, "Is it resolved?"

Long Fei nodded.

The women exchanged glances, not expecting to encounter an assassin just by watching the excitement; quite an unlucky event.

They initially planned to see the largest stage show at Gold and Silver Island in front of World Mountain, but now they lost all mood for it and followed Long Fei back to the hotel.

Chu Feng was already back early, wearing pajamas and comfortably watching TV in the room.

After Long Fei entered, he waved and threw him half a bucket of ice cream.

Chu Feng caught it in one hand, the large bucket spinning in his hand and stopping, startling him, "Damn, bucket-sized ice cream? Since when did Las Vegas have this?"

Long Fei smiled and sat down next to him, rubbing his forehead.

Lin Yingying and the others followed in, each with a lackluster expression on their face.

Chu Feng scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, took a bite, and asked them, "Didn’t you all go out shopping? Why the long faces?"

Long Fei sighed, "Don’t mention it, just a bunch of flies disturbing our stroll."

Chu Feng inquired, "People from the Black Hand Society?"

Long Fei said in surprise, "You know?"

Chu Feng laughed, "Of course, the guy you beat up at the elevator today, I already investigated him thoroughly. Just now, I was discussing life with their young lady in the room! The chick has a real heavy hand; she almost made it unbearable for me."