The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 226 - 226 225 Dark Council

226: Chapter 225: Dark Council 226: Chapter 225: Dark Council Wang Dadong didn’t hesitate at all, and dashed straight for the door, naturally he wouldn’t allow Lin Shiyan to get hurt since he had returned to save her.

No sooner had Wang Dadong stepped out of the room than the woman jumped back in through the window.

“Hell’s Death Knell isn’t as terrifying as the legends say, is it?” The woman murmured, then grabbed Stephen, lifting him like a small chicken, and jumped out of the window again.

Who exactly is he, and why does he want to save me?

Will we meet again?

As Lin Shiyan pondered these questions, she suddenly realized her body seemed to have left the ground, then she took flight, swiftly plunging towards the ground.

Ah, the female CEO screamed.

After all, this was the third floor, nearly eight meters high—a significant height for any ordinary person, let alone when Lin Shiyan felt herself head over heels!

Could it be that she was going to land face-first?

Wu wu, she was going to be disfigured.

Bang!

After a soft thud, Lin Shiyan felt her whole body shudder as her face stopped just over half a meter from the ground, realizing that someone was holding her.

My God, this was eight meters up, yet holding her, he had landed safely—could it be the man wearing the mask?

Lin Shiyan turned around, and sure enough, a highly comical Clown Mask met her gaze.

It was indeed him!

Ouch!

Before she realized it, the masked man had already let go, and Lin Shiyan’s body harshly hit the ground.

That hurts!

Her delicate eyebrows knitted together.

Um, I must make a good impression on him!

Bearing the pain, Lin Shiyan relaxed her brows and smiled, “Thank…”

As she looked up, the masked man had already turned away, leaving her with a somewhat desolate silhouette.

“Who exactly is he…” Lin Shiyan slowly stood up, a face always wearing a mischievous smile appeared in her mind.

“No, it couldn’t be him!” Lin Shiyan dismissed the ludicrous thought from her mind.

In terms of violence alone, the masked man and Wang Dadong seemed a bit alike, but personality-wise, they were worlds apart.

In Lin Shiyan’s heart, sloppy, degenerate, and unmotivated were synonymous with Wang Dadong.

If that guy had saved her, he’d definitely shamelessly cling to her legs asking for a reward.

But the masked man, he was so cold, not even uttering an extra word.

So cool he probably had no friends.

Such a man was destined for great things.

Comparing the two, Lin Shiyan suddenly felt that Wang Dadong wasn’t fit to even touch the masked man’s toenails.

After all, Wang Dadong’s mediocre kung fu skills were like an infant’s compared to the masked man’s explosive combat power.

However, what Lin Shiyan couldn’t imagine was that in her eyes the incomparable two persons were actually the same person…

Meanwhile, Wang Dadong had removed his disguise, lit a cigarette, and slowly started smoking.

He had already decided to totally sever ties with Lin Shiyan, but still, he had acted.

Of course, this didn’t mean he had forgiven Lin Shiyan.

“Now, I suppose Little Hui Sister must hate me too, huh?” Wang Dadong shook his head, feeling quite frustrated.

Zhou Hui might not be safe to return to now.

If those cruel people find any connection to Zhou Hui, wouldn’t that just bring her trouble?

Wang Datou shook his head with a bitter smile.

Well, now I have to roam the streets again.

Going back to look for Zhou Hui now would probably just get me beaten up.

Suddenly, Wang Dadong’s pupils shrank as a woman wearing the Underworld God Mask appeared in front of him.

“What, what do you want?” Wang Dadong showed a look of fear.

“Don’t pretend in front of me, Mr.

Death Knell,” the woman let out a coquettish laugh.

The color of fear on Wang Dadong’s face instantly vanished, replaced by a cold detachment, his tone chilling, “Since you know who I am, you shouldn’t have come to see me.”

“That’s true, but I can’t help it.

I’m just curious about you, the famous King of Mercenaries, who willingly serves a woman.”

“You talk too much.”

“It’s still early in the evening, why don’t we have a nice chat?”

“We have nothing to chat about.” Wang Dadong turned and walked away, confident that if he chose to leave, she couldn’t stop him.

Just a few meters out, a terrifying killing intent suddenly struck from behind him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he shifted his body to the side.

The path where he had been standing was cleaved by a white crescent moon, and with a snap, a street lamp cleanly severed, its cut surface smooth as a mirror.

“Fighting Spirit!” Wang Dadong turned around abruptly.

“You’re Mu Ming!”

Wang Dadong recognized the identity of the woman.

Fighting Spirit, somewhat similar to Inner Strength but more overbearing, and easier to cultivate.

It emits various colors when deployed, enormously powerful.

Of course, Fighting Spirit has a fatal flaw, unlike Inner Strength that can continue seamlessly, it tends to exhaust quickly after a flurry of fierce attacks.

The Cultivation Method of Fighting Spirit is exclusively held by one organization, the enigmatic Battle God Temple.

“Isn’t that just me?” Mu Ming took off the mask, revealing an unadorned face that was nevertheless a City-Toppling Beauty.

“What do you want to do?” Wang Dadong frowned.

There were many legends about Battle God Temple, especially about that legendary Combat God, an extremely terrifying being.

Initially, Battle God Temple was virtually unknown internationally, but everything changed after Combat God slaughtered a Heavenly Demon from Underworld River.

The three Heavenly Demons of Underworld River, each a match for a Saint, were effortlessly exterminated by Combat God.

This indicated that the Combat God’s Cultivation was at least at the Saint Level.

Such a high level of expertise was enough to intimidate an entire region.

However, Wang Dadong was not afraid of the Combat God; although not at the Saint Level, he could rival a Saint temporarily once he used the secret technique.

Moreover, he had killed a Saint with his own hands.

Of course, it was mainly because that Saint had first been relentlessly bombarded with heavy weapons by several Lords of Hell for three days and nights, had a significant amount of energy drawn out by Wang Dadong and the four Heavenly Kings, and additionally, his time as a saint was not long, thus enabling Wang Dadong who had mastered the Twelve Strikes of Doomsday Death Knell to kill him.

So, unless the Combat God himself appeared, he posed no threat to Wang Dadong.

“I just want to have a simple chat,” Mu Ming said, tidying up her slightly disheveled hair in the evening breeze.

“What do you want to chat about?”

“What exactly is the content of that 3S mission?”

Wang Dadong’s face instantly turned extremely somber, coldly saying, “Have you forgotten the basic rules of our line of work?”

“Mr.

Death Knell, don’t make it sound so dreadful.

With your combat power capable of killing a Saint, the Dark Council can hardly do anything to you, besides, you’re no longer the Lord of Hell, are you?”

Mu Ming chuckled.