The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 624 - 624 622 Add Another 300 Meters

624: Chapter 622: Add Another 300 Meters?

624: Chapter 622: Add Another 300 Meters?

Huang Fei’s words had taken the Undying Heavenly King by complete surprise.

“Then, why didn’t you recognize the boss just now?” Confusion flickered across the Undying Heavenly King’s face.

Huang Fei remained silent, her expression as calm as still water, making it impossible to read her thoughts.

“Are you still blaming the boss for that incident…” the Undying Heavenly King sighed.

Although he had never doubted Wang Dadong’s orders, he also felt that Wang Dadong had gone too far.

If King Fei did not love the boss, it would be one thing.

But King Fei clearly loved him, yet the boss made King Fei replace another woman in prison, almost causing King Fei’s death there.

If he were Huang Fei, he would probably also hate the boss.

“No!

I’m not blaming the boss!” Huang Fei quickly interrupted the Undying Heavenly King.

“Then you are…” If it’s not about blaming the boss, why did King Fei pretend to have amnesia?

Taking a deep breath, Huang Fei said, “I just want to know, if I’m no longer King Fei, whether the boss will fall in love with me…”

…

The next day, the competition arrived as scheduled.

“Wang Dadong, you have a match today.

That guy named Hei Ze is quite formidable, you need to be very careful,” Principal Beauty Liu Biyun told Wang Dadong before the match.

With a light smile, Wang Dadong replied, “Don’t worry, principal beauty.

Dongyin Little Devils, I’ll thrash each one I see.”

“Then go for it!”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely do my best.

I haven’t had enough fun with that ball game last time.”

“If you win the match, I’ll let you have all the fun you want.”

“Eh?

Didn’t the shot put competition end?”

“The sports meet has more than just shot put.” The beautiful principal winked coyly at Wang Dadong and deliberately stood a bit straighter.

Wang Dadong’s eyes widened in excitement, nice shot!

Today Wang Dadong’s event was shooting, and his opponent was none other than Tsuneji Baiyu’s top disciple, Hei Ze.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the thrilling competition has finally begun.

Please welcome our two contestants, Mr.

Wang Dadong from Jiangdu University and Mr.

Hei Ze from Dongyin Country’s Xiaodao Tian University,” the announcer proclaimed loudly into the microphone.

Wang Dadong and Hei Ze met at the entrance of the stadium.

This ninja from Dongyin Country inherited the “fine qualities” of the Dongyin people—sturdy and short, with a sleazy little mustache—but judging by his age, he should be around twenty-three or twenty-four, just right to pose as a college student.

“Yo, Mr.

Wang Dadong, prepare to admit defeat today,” boasted Hei Ze.

Although young, he is a renowned Great Onmyoji, Tsuneji Baiyu’s top disciple, capable of summoning Lesser Divine Generals and a martial artist himself, naturally not putting Wang Dadong in high regard.

“Really?

I don’t know why, but seeing you Dongyin dogs gets me especially excited.

Don’t worry, I won’t miss any chance to beat a dog, because that’s my favorite hobby,” Wang Dadong said with a smile.

Hei Ze snorted coldly and swaggered toward the field, while Wang Dadong, with a slight smile, plucked a hair from the side of his head and flicked it with his finger.

A black beam shot toward Hei Ze’s knee as he just reached the entrance to the corridor, and his legs went numb, causing him to kneel before the thousands of spectators.

“Tsk…” The audience gasped and a wave of boos ensued.

“Hei Ze, the match hasn’t even started and you’re already scared stiff, you Dongyin people are truly impressive,” Wang Dadong said, hands crossed and smiling mockingly.

Actually, given Hei Ze’s ability, Wang Dadong’s sneak attack should not have worked, but Hei Ze was too arrogant and never expected Wang Dadong to strike suddenly, which led him to fall for it.

“Damn, Huaxia people, so so bad,” Hei Ze cursed under his breath, quietly focusing his Inner Strength to shake the arrow from his knee, stood up with a face dark as iron, and fiercely glared back at Wang Dadong before heading to the shooting range.

After Hei Ze went up, Wang Dadong also stepped forward.

Once Wang Dadong stepped forward, the entire venue erupted, with beauties screaming and calling out his name, “Wang Dadong, Wang Dadong…”

To win the match, Dongyin Country shamelessly allowed Poxia Zhongzheng, a former gold medalist international athlete, to participate in the shot put, thinking they would easily secure the gold and being exceedingly arrogant, only for Wang Dadong to eliminate him right in the preliminary round.

It was a harsh blow to the arrogance of the Dongyin people and turned Wang Dadong into a hero in the hearts of the Huaxia students.

Not just Huaxia students, but even many American female students, using broken Huaxia language, yelled out to Wang Dadong: “Wang Dadong, I love you.”

Wang Dadong’s smile had a hint of playful devilry, captivating all his lovestruck fans and fans alike.

“I love you all, do you love me?”

Wang Dadong focused his Inner Strength in his Dantian, his voice powerful and resonating across the entire stadium, continuously blowing kisses to the audience, as if he were a star walking the stage.

“Love!” Amidst the deafening screams, many girls were so excited that they fainted.

Just as Wang Dadong was thoroughly enjoying this moment of being the center of attention, there was one beautiful face below the stage covered in frost.

It was none other than the Female CEO who took the time to watch Wang Dadong’s competition.

“Cough cough, big sis, your husband is really too lawless, completely out of control.

In front of you, he dares to blow kisses to other beauties.

When he gets home, you really need to give him a good lesson, otherwise he won’t know the rules a man of our Lin Family should have,” the Little Witch said while flatteringly massaging the Female CEO’s shoulders, stirring the pot.

“Damn, why do I always feel a chill down my spine?” Wang Dadong muttered while selecting a bow and arrow.

Looking down, he saw a sea of people.

Wang Dadong shook his head, casting aside his unease.

Archery was an ancient traditional sport in Huaxia; Dongyin people weren’t naturally adept at it, yet to regain their confidence, they chose to compete in Huaxia’s strongest events this time, trying to suppress Huaxia’s morale and bolster their international influence.

Hei Ze, having tested the bowstring and holding an arrow, scoffed at Wang Dadong, “Mr.

Wang Dadong, this kind of competition is too childish.

I suggest we increase the distance of the target by three hundred meters.”

Hei Ze knew Wang Dadong had ambushed him and recognized that Wang Dadong was a master of Inner Strength, but he didn’t regard Wang Dadong highly.

Even if he wasn’t a match for Wang Dadong in samurai skills, don’t forget, he also was a great Onmyoji capable of summoning Lesser Divine Generals.

“Add another three hundred meters?” Wang Dadong said, startled.

Hei Ze thought Wang Dadong was afraid and immediately smiled triumphantly, “What?

Mr.

Wang Dadong, are you scared?”

Originally, the target was only three hundred meters away; adding another three hundred meters would double the distance, and a typical athlete couldn’t hope to hit the target.