The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 953 - 0: The Ruffian Knocks on the Door

Throughout the night, Liu Ruyan waited anxiously for news, battling a bit of insomnia.

She had asked Long Fei for some tips on Foundation Establishment and had sat in meditation.

The girl had a good understanding and, in just two short days, had opened up the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, now just waiting to develop her Dantian.

Wang Xiaoya lay in her room, flipping through information on the Terracotta Army and the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor on her smartphone.

She planned to first help Liu Ruyan find her father’s whereabouts, then go in search of her mother.

The two of them stayed in the bedroom, while Long Fei sat outside drinking alcohol to ease his boredom.

He actually wanted to sleep with Wang Xiaoya, but worried that Liu Ruyan might overthink things.

An error in meditation and Qi Refinement could cost one’s life.

The hotel owner fried him a bowl of peanuts, and he sipped his drink and ate, finding it quite enjoyable.

In the middle of the night, the living room window moved.

Long Fei’s brow lifted, and with a single peanut in hand, he flicked it towards the window.

With a bang, someone outside screamed and heavily fell to the ground.

This town was now a jumble of all sorts, filled with every kind of person.

As soon as Long Fei offered that one million, it instantly drew a crowd of those with bad intentions to gawk.

When dawn broke, the real drama began.

Outside the hotel, there were actually people who had queued all night, all claiming they had seen the person in the photo.

After Liu Ruyan and Wang Xiaoya had washed up, Long Fei received these people one by one in the room.

A pile of one million banknotes was on the table, drawing the greedy gaze of those who came in.

The question at hand was simple: just ask the name of the person in the photo and what they were doing here.

A bunch of people began to make up stories, saying all sorts of things.

Some said Liu Ruyan’s father had come here for matchmaking, some said he came for business, and indeed, some guessed he came to deal in antiques.

But when asked for specific details, these people were suddenly at a loss.

From morning till noon the matter spread further and wider.

Soon, seven or eight men came in.

The hotel owner couldn’t stop them and kept shooting glances at Long Fei, suggesting these were people not to be trifled with.

As they entered, they locked the door behind them. The leader, adorned with colorful tattoos and solid muscles, wore a thick chain around his neck, along with a Little Mustache, a large belly paired with jeans—a classic local thug outfit.

The man sat down on the sofa and glanced over the one million, then said to Long Fei, "Foreigner, you come here looking for someone and don’t even say hello to me, that really offends me!"

He lit a cigarette and took a puff, almost making Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya burst into laughter.

If it were before, Wang Xiaoya would have been scared to death at this scene.

But after so much, she had witnessed earth-shattering events during the battle at Mount Hua.

These thugs speaking felt like children waving knives in front of her.

Liu Ruyan and Wang Xiaoya, as before, timidly hid behind Long Fei.

Long Fei looked at the thug and chuckled, "So, brother, how do we give you ’face’?"

The thug stuck out his thumb, pointing to himself, "I’m called Zhang Wukui, but everyone calls me Brother Wu. Leave that one million with me. The person you’re looking for—I’ll find him. Young man, in Dragon-Headed Town this area, there’s no one I can’t find."

Long Fei laughed, teasing in a Guanzhong accent, "And what if I disagree?"

Zhang Wukui glanced back at his mates—some drew out ropes, others pulled out blades.

They threatened Long Fei, one after another, "Young man, when you’re in a foreign land, don’t be too stubborn. You need to know the rules to walk the roads safely."

"You can disagree, we won’t touch you. But outside, don’t expect to see anyone else again."

"If you know what’s good for you, listen to Brother Long’s words, and Brother Long will take care of things for you. If you don’t, you’ll lose both your money and people."

"..."

Liuu Ruyan anxiously said, "How can you act like this, aren’t you afraid we’ll call the police?"

Zhang Wukui laughed loudly, "Call the police? The local police station and I are like brothers, drinking together every day. Try calling them and see whether the police arrest you or me."

Liuu Ruyan fidgeted with her little hands, speechless from his blocking retort.

Long Fei, on the other hand, was generous, "Alright, since you’ve said so much, there’s nothing more for us to say. The money’s all here, take it if you want it!"

Wang Xiaoya and Liuu Ruyan were taken aback, not understanding what Long Fei was up to.

Even Zhang Wukui was surprised, not expecting things to be settled so easily. With just a little intimidation, Long Fei seemed to have given in.

His eyes gleaming with excitement, he said, "Young brother, hah, you certainly know the rules! Brothers, take the money."

A ruffian, prepared for this, took out a bag and began shoving the money into it.

He grabbed a bundle of cash, a stack of ten thousand, amounting to a hundred thousand in total.

Though it should have been light, when he lifted it, his grip gave way as if he had picked up a barbell.

Zhang Wukui shouted from behind, "Can you two move faster? Don’t waste everyone’s time."

Embarrassed, the man’s face reddened as he gripped the money harder.

But it was the same, the bundle was impossibly heavy, as if it weighed a hundred pounds.

Long Fei teased from across the room, "What’s the matter, can’t lift it?"

The man’s face fell, and he turned to Zhang Wukui, "Brother Wu, this money’s too heavy, I can’t lift it!"

"Good for nothing!"

"Didn’t you have breakfast this morning?"

"How embarrassing!"

The other ruffians couldn’t stand watching, two of them brandishing knives to keep an eye on Long Fei, while the rest went to pick up the money.

Just like the first man, they reached out, and with one effort, they almost threw out their backs.

So heavy!

Damn it!

Is this money or gold?

The group looked at each other with a kind of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

Long Fei looked at Zhang Wukui with a light laugh, "Brother Wu, take a look. It’s not that I won’t give it to you; it’s that your brothers can’t take it."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Wukui, curious, stood up and reached for a stack of the money at the coffee table.

Using all his strength, just like his underlings, he clenched his teeth so hard they made a grating noise, exerting all his might, but he still couldn’t lift the money.

Wang Xiaoya and Liuu Ruyan stood behind, thoroughly amused by their desperate and irritable behavior.

The two of them thought, how could Long Fei possibly give away the money?

Zhang Wukui became enraged, staring at Long Fei and cursing, "I’ll beat your ancestors, are you playing tricks on us?"

Long Fei shrugged his shoulders with a light chuckle, "Brother Wu, it’s wrong to swear at people. I let you take the money, and you can’t do it—how is that suddenly my fault?"

Trembling with anger, Zhang Wukui pointed at him and said, "Fine, you little brat, you’re playing mind games with me. Brothers, teach him a lesson, let him learn about the rules of Dragon-Headed Town."

At his command, a gang of men lifted their feet and swung their fists, rushing to kick and beat Long Fei.

The room erupted into chaos, the floor trembling with thuds.

These people from Guanzhong, descendants of the ancient Qin people, have always lived in a land rife with banditry.

They attacked ruthlessly, aiming blows at vital points with each punch and kick, scaring Liuu Ruyan so much that she picked up Wang Xiaoya.

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