The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 75 -
75: Chapter 75
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“Asshole!
Dead monster!
Which careless bastard let you off the leash!”
Not sure if it was Gu Yue’s voice that had an effect, or the deterrence from Song Qian standing there, but Lei Bao froze in place.
Ping Jie’s face turned pale; it was over, there was no controlling the situation now.
“Dog?” Lei Bao, pale-faced with long hair cascading over his shoulders, calmly retorted, then said something that made Gu Yue’s teeth chatter, “Today, I’m going to eat you!
Huh?
Looking for death!”
Just as Lei Bao was about to charge over, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist.
When he looked down, he saw Shen Jingwei, his face covered in blood, had rushed over at some point, and his dagger had pierced into Lei Bao’s waist.
Severely wounded, Shen Jingwei managed to stand up by sheer force of will, yet the location of his knife thrust was significantly off.
If Lei Bao’s clothes were lifted, it would be seen that Shen Jingwei’s leg fork only grazed the surface of Lei Bao’s skin, merely a flesh wound.
“Ignorant bastard!”
“Leopard!
Stop it!
Do you really want to kill someone?” As Ping Jie watched Lei Bao twisting Shen Jingwei’s wrist, slowly driving the leg fork into his chest, Lei Bao halted his hand upon hearing Ping Jie’s words, and the leg fork also stopped just above Shen Jingwei’s chest, heaving with his breathing.
It wouldn’t be long before the young man might die from excessive blood loss.
Lei Bao picked up a piece of toilet paper and carelessly wiped his hands.
Looking at Gu Yue, he said, “I’ve seen plenty of spoiled brats like you.
Put on a layer of skin and you think you’re a fairy, but you’re just a whore.
Acting as if no one else matters; at the end of the day, you’re just a higher-priced streetwalker.
There are quite a few ladies of repute in Four-nine City, but there really aren’t many who dare to stand up to me.
What’s wrong?
Can’t accept it?
This dead dog belongs to you, right?
Now what, isn’t he just gasping for life after I beat him?
A dog is a dog, sparing your dog’s life is my mercy.
Get lost!”
“Whose dog’s life are you after?”
The voice was neither high nor low, like a perfectly simmered snake soup, too much heat it would be too warm, too little it would be too cold, and the speaker, just like his voice, approached in a calm and steady manner, not sharp, yet substantial.
Lei Bao looked at the two people walking over from a distance, one of medium height with a somewhat slender figure, the other a hunchbacked, sleazy-looking old man, and he sneered without saying a word.
Ye Tian walked up to Lei Bao and asked him, “Is it you who said you want his dog’s life?”
Pig Hu held Shen Jingwei in his arms, examining his wounds.
After feeling the pulse for a moment, he started to press his fingers chaotically on his body, seemingly searching for acupoints.
“You want my nephew’s dog’s life?” As if worried that Lei Bao didn’t understand what he meant, Ye Tian stretched out his hand pointing at Shen Jingwei and asked.
Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening its collapse!
Ever had boiled water?
You know, the kind that’s been heated to a hundred degrees Celsius and then cooled down.
Drink a glass, and there isn’t a hint of taste in your mouth.
At this moment, Ye Tian is that glass of boiled water, bland beyond belief. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
“Was it you who said you wanted to take my big nephew’s damn life?”
Ye Tian’s stunned tone didn’t make him seem dominant with a kingly aura or imperial bearing, instead, it gave the impression that he was slow-witted, as if there was something wrong with his brain.
The first to burst into laughter was the girl in the white dress named Xue, followed by the man named Qin Chuan, then Ping Jie.
Perhaps it was because Ye Tian’s tone was indeed very dull, even somewhat foolish, that even Leopard, watching him, didn’t make a move, his face just losing its natural color.
“Yezi, this kid’s arm is broken, and he’s suffered an internal injury, not a light one.” Pig Hu’s voice was somewhat anxious.
When Pig Hu gets worked up, something big must have happened.
Ye Tian ignored him and just kept staring at Leopard, barely twenty centimeters away, face to face, and asked again, “Was it you who wanted to take his life?”
Like a dragon stirring the river and a tiger howling in the forest, just as Leopard was still not quite understanding what was happening, Ye Tian suddenly made his move.
Almost at the same time, Leopard also made his move, their palms striking each other in mid-air.
A “crack!” was heard, as Leopard stepped back several steps; his upper garment’s sleeve could hide the injury to his arm but not the flow of his blood, which as he stepped back, spilled out like beads off a string in the light, turning dark.
“Leopard, watch out!” Ping Jie yelled out loud, but it was too late.
Almost at the same time Leopard stopped, Ye Tian charged over again.
The Big Pusher technique from Tai Chi, his large palm opened wide, tracing a semicircle in the air, twisting his waist, sideways, Wild Horse Splitting Manes, stepping forward with a constricted stride and a momentum that swallowed the earth and sky, he struck a blow towards Leopard’s chest.
Even with an unusable arm, a foundation of over a decade of training didn’t come from nowhere.
At the sight of this electrifying palm strike, Leopard was shocked but not in disarray, and he quickly planted his feet in the Horse Separation Stake stance and threw a punch.
A left punch didn’t have as much force as a right one, but if it hit the right spot, it could still be effective.
However, Leopard soon realized his grave mistake!
How can a faint glow compete with the sun and the moon!
Leopard was that faint glow, and the howling Ye Tian was the sun and the moon’s light.
Like an overwhelming wave, that palm strike, filled with immense power, approached—a great mountain itself could be shaken by such force, let alone just a person in front of him.
Before he could even apply his Wing Chun technique, a powerful force surged into his chest, as if his internal organs were being torn apart by a blender.
A mouthful of bloody froth flowed from the corner of his mouth, and that wasn’t all.
Ye Tian had employed some technique; that fierce-looking strike had, in reality, gently landed on Leopard’s body as if glued in place, with Leopard’s struggles to separate proving futile.
“It’s Inner Strength.” Qin Chuan, standing by Ping Jie, was the first to recognize it.
Ping Jie was startled, then frowned.
Talk of Inner Strength was not uncommon in Huaxia, where it was rumored that many such experts existed among the common folk.
But even if they did, could they really be as young as the person before her?
But Qin Chuan, a martial arts prodigy, shouldn’t be wrong.
There was only one explanation—this guy was the most terrifying person present!
“Brother, that’s enough.
If the situation escalates, nobody can clean it up.” Qin Chuan was getting worried.
If a life were actually taken here, it would really be capsizing in a gutter.
