The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 162 - 162 162 Nightmare Strikes

162: Chapter 162 Nightmare Strikes 162: Chapter 162 Nightmare Strikes “Hey, how did you know Xun Long was in that room?” Ye Shikai left the building, but Zhang Ting, curious as a child, got directly into Ye Shikai’s car and kept asking all the way.

“The room was camouflaged, and it really didn’t look any different from the outside.” Ye Shikai paused and cunningly smiled, “However, there’s a faint smell of cigar left in the room.”

“The smell of a cigar.” Zhang Ting was stunned after hearing this.

“That’s right, and it was the famous Cohiba cigars from Cuba.

I sniffed it carefully just now, and it definitely is the real deal.

A single cigar costs over a thousand yuan, and they’re not easily available on the market.

Do you think someone like Yu Jing, who’s just an ordinary citizen, could afford such pricey cigars?” Ye Shikai explained in detail.

“You can smell that?

You have a dog’s nose,” exclaimed Zhang Ting, utterly shocked by Ye Shikai’s explanation.

She never imagined that a small hobby of Xun Long’s would become a deadly giveaway of his identity.

“You’re so great at investigative work; you should consider being a cop.”

“I’m not interested in being a policeman.

I’ll leave the responsibility of protecting the world to you all.” Ye Shikai outright rejected the idea.

It was laughable; if Ye Shikai became a policeman, given his efficiency, all the cops in Yanjing would be redundant.

Although Zhang Ting hoped for Ye Shikai’s help, she didn’t insist.

However, her curiosity about the man in front of her deepened.

“If Xun Long is caught, doesn’t it mean that your police station and Mr.

Song won’t be humiliated anymore?” Ye Shikai turned to look at the somewhat stunned Zhang Ting.

“Of course, I will catch him personally,” Zhang Ting clenched her fist and said through gritted teeth.

“Alright, let’s go catch him now.

After we succeed, remember to treat me to a meal.” Ye Shikai took out his phone, synchronized the red-dot coordinates with the car’s GPS, turned the steering wheel sharply, and hit the gas pedal hard.

“Hold tight, I’m going to speed up.”

In the alleys of Yanjing, Leng Dao looked at the man in white in front of him.

He seemed modest and gentlemanly but emitted a killing aura no less than Ye Shikai’s.

As an assassin who had lingered on the edge of life and death for a long time, Leng Dao dared not underestimate this man.

Just now, Leng Dao was sure he had dodged with all his might, yet he was still injured by the Qi Blade from the spear.

“Is that all you’ve got, daring to flee with someone?” The man in white pulled out the spear embedded in the wall.

The two black spears evoked a sense of death; this person was none other than Nightmare.

Right after Xun Long and Leng Dao fled, Ye Shikai had notified Nightmare, who also had Xun Long’s location.

“Nightmare, you are actually here,” Leng Dao, realizing who it was, trembled and his voice carried a tone of shock.

“You actually recognize me, it seems your identity is not ordinary.” The man before him had called out Nightmare’s name, and Nightmare was somewhat surprised.

If it were just some masters from Huaxia, they would not be able to call out Nightmare’s name; only people from the international Underworld would recognize Nightmare.

“Since you are from the Netherworld Palace, why have you come to Huaxia?” Leng Dao steadied his thoughts, keeping calm.

The combat prowess of the Nightmare before him definitely surpassed Leng Dao’s, and it would be suicidal to fight head-on.

Negotiating was the better strategy.

“Moreover, I have never offended you, so why interfere and stop me?”

“You indeed haven’t offended me, but someone wants your life, and the old man with you is also my target,” Nightmare said, swinging his halberd, seemingly ready to strike.

“Wait, move away a bit.

I must comply with my master’s task,” Leng Dao whispered to Xun Long behind him, his hand already touching the dagger at his waist.

“Knowing my name, do you still want to make a move?” Nightmare slowly approached, his powerful aura suffocating.

“How would I know without trying?” As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Dao lunged forward with his knife, but how could Nightmare be easily ambushed?

With a cold laugh, he didn’t retreat but advanced instead.

His left halberd swung, clashing with Leng Dao’s dagger and sparking, and without pausing, his right halberd thrust towards Leng Dao’s chest.

Leng Dao quickly sidestepped, counterattacking with his dagger but was nevertheless grazed by the halberd.

The outcome was decided in just one exchange; Leng Dao was no match for Nightmare.

The move Leng Dao just made was already forced, and continuing the fight would only result in his defeat.

Leng Dao, not a fool, wouldn’t insist on a frontal clash.

“Still thinking of running?” Nightmare’s expression chilled; Xun Long actually tried to sneak away while the two were fighting.

Nightmare moved instantly to Xun Long’s side, kicking him down.

If it weren’t for Ye Shikai’s order to capture Xun Long alive, Nightmare would have killed them both.

Taking advantage of Nightmare’s moment of distraction, Leng Dao didn’t widen the gap between them but instead gripped his dagger and launched an ambush.

“In the face of absolute power, all techniques are futile; such actions will only hasten your death.” Nightmare’s counterattack was swift.

Leng Dao failed to dodge, and a halberd pierced his left shoulder.

However, Leng Dao used this opportunity to strike back, causing only a light wound, while his own left hand was severely injured, putting him at a great disadvantage for the continuation of the fight.

Annoyed, Nightmare gathered his strength, intending to finish off Leng Dao.

No good, there was a killing intent.

Just as the double halberds were about to finish Leng Dao, a long sword unexpectedly appeared, its speed catching Nightmare off guard.

The double halberds didn’t hit Leng Dao but were entirely blocked by this long sword.

“A mighty one of the four great war generals of the Netherworld Palace, picking on a Nameless Soldier, isn’t that beneath your dignity?” A shadow landed in front of Leng Dao; it was a man wearing a dark mask.

If Ye Shikai were here, he would rush to capture him, because this man was the mysterious masked man in black, who had kidnapped Su Qingyu and sent people to kill Luo Shiqi, an enemy Ye Shikai vowed not to coexist with.

“Who are you?” Nightmare regained his composure, tightly gripping both halberds.

The man before him was far more dangerous than Leng Dao—though their encounter was brief, he could tell that this man’s strength was no less than his own.

“Even beating a dog requires looking at the owner, you don’t even know who I am and you want to take the life of my subordinate?” From beneath the mask came the voice of a middle-aged man.

He glanced back at Xun Long before focusing again on Nightmare, long sword in hand, as the two faced each other off.