My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 99: Actually Scared to Death

Thud! A muffled sound, similar to a watermelon splitting open, resonated.

Wang Xing’s enormous head, under the immense force of Su Xuan, directly deformed from round to oblong.

Swish! Streaks of red and white, sticky and pungently warm liquid stained Su Xuan’s face, making him look as if he had walked straight out of Hell, resembling a Devil.

Su Xuan turned his head and looked at Long Tian on the phone video, whose expression was indecisive, and licked his lips mockingly, "I’ve already laid hands on him now, what can you do to me?"

"Huff huff!"

Long Tian was so angry he gasped for air; his plump face turned purplish. He couldn’t remember the last time he had heard such a defiant tone.

Yet now, he was powerless to do anything. Even with his extensive contacts and resources, he couldn’t kill Su Xuan through a telephone line.

"If you can’t do it, don’t talk big. Come on and bite me through the phone line if you’re really something," Su Xuan continued with his merciless taunting.

For Long Tian to have become the underground Dragon Head of Qingshan City, not only did he rely on his ruthless and heavy-handed approach, but a sharp and calm mind was also essential.

"Su Xuan, by killing Wang Xing, you’ve avenged your father. Let’s leave Wang Meng out of this. He’s nothing but a worthless bum," Long Tian tried to play the good guy as threats proved useless.

"Hahaha!" Su Xuan burst into laughter, looking disdainfully at Long Tian, "You really think I’m an idiot. The only reason you don’t want this piece of trash, Wang Meng, dead, is all because of that fifty percent stake in Fenghua Group."

"You..." Long Tian was about to say something in a fit of rage after his thoughts were seen through, but on the screen, he saw a tea cup quickly enlarging.

"I’ve lost interest in listening to your nonsense. I’ll be waiting for you in Qingshan City. Of course, if you don’t come, I will come to find you," said Su Xuan. As he finished, with a snap! he threw the mug he was holding, smashing the video phone into pieces.

Meanwhile, Long Tian, who was in Japan, had an extremely somber expression on his face. The three aides standing behind him, who had not appeared in the video, were so frightened that they didn’t dare to utter a word.

"Liu Zhao, come back with me right now and deal with this Su Xuan," Long Tian said through gritted teeth.

A man in his twenties with a buzz cut, about one meter seventy tall with a stern face, pondered, "Boss, you can’t go now. Our negotiation is at a critical moment. If we can strike a deal, our influence will extend worldwide."

"Damn it!"

Long Tian cursed fiercely, and his undecided face slowly calmed down. He was aware of the importance of the negotiation, "Just let that little bastard live a few more days. As long as Fenghua Group remains in Qingshan City, it will sooner or later fall into my hands."

The three aides behind him all nodded in agreement, clearly having no doubt about Long Tian’s influence in Qingshan City.

In the Wang Family villa, Su Xuan suddenly remembered something strange. With such a gruesome scene, why hadn’t the useless Wang Meng said a word?

"Now it’s your turn," Su Xuan turned to look at Wang Meng, but at that moment, he froze.

At this point, Wang Meng’s eyeballs were bulging out, his hands were tightly gripping his own throat, his entire face had turned purplish, obviously no longer breathing.

"Fuck, scared to death?" The thought of Wang Meng’s death being comical almost made Su Xuan, in his sorrowful mood, burst out laughing.

To witness his father’s murder, not thinking of revenge but dying of fright instead, Wang Meng truly lived up to his name as a good-for-nothing.

With half of his great vengeance fulfilled, the noise in the room had alarmed the bodyguards downstairs. There was no value for Su Xuan to stay any longer.

He walked to the window, glanced back, and carelessly threw a black shoulder patch with a wolf’s head into the bedroom before jumping out. After several leaps, he had left the Wang Family’s villa.

"President Wang, President Wang, are you okay?"

Just as Su Xuan left, a dozen bodyguards charged in, only to be stunned by the scene inside.

Wah wah wah! After being silent for a full three seconds, a violent wave of vomiting began.

"Who killed President Wang after all? We were guarding downstairs the entire time," one of the bodyguards trembled with fear.

An observant bodyguard quickly spotted the black shoulder patch Su Xuan had discarded on the ground, looking terrified, "Look at that, that’s the shoulder patch those people wore when they came on President Wang’s invitation; they must have turned greedy and committed the murder."

This conjecture gained the approval of almost all the bodyguards.

This was precisely what Su Xuan had hoped to see. After all, Huaxia is a society governed by law, and despite Wang Xing and his son deserving death and being Su Xuan’s father’s murderers, dealing with their deaths was just too troublesome.

Su Xuan, who hated trouble the most, naturally wouldn’t miss an opportunity to use the five already dead Starving Wolf Mercenaries as scapegoats.

Walking on the street, Su Xuan was suddenly swept by the night breeze, instantly feeling refreshed.

The prologue of his revenge had unfolded, and he was naturally not going to stop moving forward.

With a calm pace, Su Xuan dialed his mobile phone effortlessly.

"You’re looking for me, so it must be trouble, right?" The voice of Lai Feilong came from the phone, and it was clear that he knew Su Xuan’s character very well.

"It’s good news, for sure," Su Xuan bluffed.

"What good news? Let’s hear it," Lai Feilong expressed with some skepticism.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Xuan said with conviction, "I just found out that several foreign mercenaries have snuck into Huaxia intending to engage in terrorist activities, and I’ve already dealt with them. You should send someone to clean up; this is a big accomplishment."

Lai Feilong was rendered speechless; however, he also knew that given Su Xuan’s former status, this matter wasn’t nonsense: "Alright, just give me the location, and I’ll have someone take care of it right away. But I have a feeling that those mercenaries were assassins sent to kill you."

Su Xuan ignored the latter part of the statement and said, "There’s one more thing. Wang Xing and his son are already dead, so the acquisition of Fenghua Group can be accelerated."

"What?" Lai Feilong was startled, having guessed what Su Xuan had done. The astute man didn’t point it out directly: "Okay, got it. I’ll delegate it to Eleven. From now on, if you have anything, you can go to him."

Having received acknowledgment, Su Xuan didn’t bother with pleasantries; he hung up the phone and directly hailed a cab to his residential complex.

After getting out of the cab, filled with excitement from his act of vengeance, he knocked on Lin Mengxue’s door.

Soon, the door opened, and Lin Mengxue’s head popped out. Upon seeing it was Su Xuan, her face first lit up with joy and then, with a startled "Ah!" she leapt back as if she were a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Mengxue, what’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" Su Xuan asked with concern.

Pointing at Su Xuan, Lin Mengru stammered, "Why are you covered in so much blood? And what are those white things?"

Looking down, Su Xuan realized he was filthy, his clothes tattered. He remembered that he had been too excited to clean himself up beforehand.

"Su Xuan, you’re not saying you killed someone, are you?" Lin Mengxue said worriedly, her expression one of a frightened little animal. She had seen Su Xuan’s ferocity.

"How could that be," Su Xuan bluffed. "I just happened to pass by a car accident scene on my way back and went to help rescue people."

"So that’s what it was," Lin Mengxue sighed in relief, patting her moderately developed chest, her pretty face gradually regaining color as she said, holding her nose, "You better come in and have a wash then, you’re so dirty."

"Sure! Sister Xue, help me wash," Su Xuan exclaimed, almost jumping with excitement. As a child, he had always loved when Lin Mengxue helped him bathe, and he couldn’t believe he was about to relive that experience.

Lin Mengxue rolled her eyes at Su Xuan, her cheeks growing rosier, "How old are you now, still asking your sister to wash you? Have you no shame?"

Not outright refusing meant there was a possibility. Su Xuan relentlessly pursued, "I’m just too dirty, and it’s inconvenient to bathe myself, so come and help me."

Seeing Su Xuan covered in filth, Lin Mengxue, indeed, doubted whether he could clean himself properly.

Moreover, her relationship with Su Xuan was quite ambiguous; they were definitely not boyfriend and girlfriend, yet they had several times come close to crossing the line.

Now a married woman, Lin Mengxue knew that such behavior was wrong, yet she couldn’t suppress her own natural desires.

"Okay, Sister Xue, just help me like you did when I was young," Su Xuan said, pulling the internally conflicted Lin Mengxue directly into the bathroom.

The confined and secretive space was most apt to ignite the desires deep within one’s heart.

The moment she walked into the bathroom, Lin Mengxue, who had not wanted to enter, found herself somewhat reluctant to leave.

"Su Xuan, hurry up and take off your clothes. I’ll help you wash in a minute," Lin Mengxue said, her heart racing as she gazed at Su Xuan’s tall frame and solid back, the desire within her strong to see what lay beneath his clothes.

"Okay."

The entangled and infatuated Lin Mengxue was startled by Su Xuan’s actions and blurted out in panic, "Su Xuan, what do you want? Didn’t you promise not to do anything bad to sister?"

"What are you talking about?" Lin Mengxue feigned displeasure and hit Su Xuan’s sturdy back, her gentle stroke feeling more comfortable to Su Xuan than a massage.