The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1052: Ruthless Betrayal and Deception

Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Ruthless Betrayal and Deception

The Buddha Beads emitted a terrifying golden light, like Mount Tai pressing down, silently smashing directly toward Jorge Gross.

Jorge Gross’s face turned ashen. Boone Browning’s counterattack had left him significantly injured while controlling the World Within the Bowl to trap Boone Browning. The last spatial explosion had further compounded his injuries!

Though severely injured, Jorge’s vigilance had not lessened. The moment Bentley Frost made his move, a light barrier enveloped Jorge, adorned by the Azure Dragon wrapping around it, its aura soaring to the skies.

The Buddha Beads heavily struck the Azure Dragon light barrier, causing the entire mountain to tremble; however, the barrier did not shatter.

"Bentley Frost, you’re trying to backstab us!"

The sudden change shocked the members of the Vajra Gang, who had been quiet until now. Magical treasures were once again summoned, ready for battle.

"Damn it, this smiling tiger truly is no good!"

"He wants to backstab us, let’s fight them with everything we’ve got!"

"You filthy scoundrels, come at us!"

Bentley Frost’s expression showed regret, "Truly, as the Think Tank of the Vajra Gang, your alertness is impressively high. I couldn’t even sneak an attack on you!"

Jorge’s face grew even paler. Although the light barrier had blocked the strike, it had drained a huge amount of his Spiritual Energy in an instant, leaving his body even weaker.

Kellan Gentry turned his head, his blood-red eyes staring at Bentley Frost, then fell on Blood Skull, Deacon Wolf.

"Deacon Wolf, what do you say?"

Deacon Wolf, as thin as a bamboo pole, sighed, "Baldy, your move was too reckless, not knocking anyone down. It’s going to be very troublesome now."

Bentley Frost grinned, "It’s just a bit more effort. King Duncan and Boone Browning fought fiercely and are not lightly wounded. Look, his armor is cracked, and many runes on it are shattered..."

"Jorge Gross was just controlling the World Within the Bowl, heavily injured already. Now he’s just at the end of his rope, capturing him will be easy."

Bentley’s gaze swept over the people of the Vajra Gang, "As for these little cats and dogs, not even worth mentioning, I can eliminate them with a flick of my hand."

Kellan said coldly, "I’ve already said, if Boone dies, I won’t need the Mystical Immortal Token, so why continue like this?"

Bentley chuckled, "You may not want the Mystical Immortal Token, but I want what you possess."

Bentley’s eyes fell on the Spatial Ceramic Bowl in Jorge’s hand, revealing a cunning greed, "Your Tortoise Shell armor might be formidable, but it’s useless to me. Jorge’s Azure Dragon Wall-Encircling Amulet and Spatial Ceramic Bowl, however, I have my eyes on them!"

Kellan turned to look at the pale-faced Jorge and then at his brothers, hurt in their rush for revenge, and his heart sank.

"Was all this calculated from the moment you sought us out?"

Bentley, smiling, pulled the Flying Sword from his belly; there was blood on the tip but very little, showing that although it broke through his Spiritual Energy shield, it hadn’t penetrated his body.

His considerable belly might be trickier than it appeared; otherwise, it wouldn’t have blocked such a powerful and unexpected Flying Sword.

Bentley nonchalantly wiped the blood from the Flying Sword on his clothes and placed it into the Space Ring, before saying, "Otherwise, why would I kindly help you seek revenge?"

Blood Skull, Deacon Wolf, laughed, "We had already agreed, to first use you to fight Boone. You were eager to avenge, which let both of you suffer. We would kill Boone first and then swallow all of you. Given that the Vajra Gang’s forces are reduced, it’s unnecessary for you two to stay within our Bandit King ranks anymore."

Kellan spoke gravely, "If that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say. You’d better pray we don’t escape today, otherwise, for the rest of your life, you both will never know peace!"

Bentley laughed loudly, "Save your threats; I’m not afraid of you one-on-one. Even if you escape today, you will have to hide everywhere like a homeless dog..."

In front of Deacon, a red Ghost Head Knife floated up. He spoke in a stern voice, "Stop wasting time. Kill them and quickly evacuate; delay could change things."

Bentley, still smiling, said, "King Duncan, you see, it’s Blood Skull who is eager to send you off, not me. If you’re dying with grievances, feel free to find him."

Kellan’s body flashed with golden light, and he suddenly charged at Bentley, shouting, "Break out!"

Carson Flores’s scalp tingled. Was he just watching a drama unfold, only to stumble across internal fights and backstabbing?

What to do now, flee alone and abandon them?

Bentley rose into the air, his golden Buddha Beads smashing toward Kellan, shouting, "I’ll hold him, go finish off Jorge."

Blood Skull, Deacon Wolf, silent, charged at Jorge, his blood-drenched Ghost Head Knife cleaving through the heavens like slicing through the firmament.

On Jorge, the Azure Dragon light barrier shone brightly as he promptly headed towards the battle’s edge.

The Blood Fiend Flag sealed the entire Xixia Villa, he must open a path of life for his brothers.

The bloody blade split the heavens, directly slashing toward Jorge. Deacon Wolf coldly said, "Don’t waste your effort, none of you will escape!"