After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life-Chapter 762 - 752: If You Want to Play, I, Bi Xia, Will Play with You
At Qin Zhongyang’s command, the steward dared not disobey. He glanced at the young man, who was oblivious to the approaching danger, sighed lightly, took a step back, and waved his hand. Suddenly, four strong bodyguards in black suits emerged from the corners.
Under the steward’s gaze, the always unchanged little face of the young man suddenly showed a wicked smile. Without time to react, as the steward sensed something awry, one of the bodyguards went straight up and yanked the swing chair the young man was sitting on, flipping it over forcefully.
Under everyone’s eyes, the young man raised a hand to grab one side of the swing chair, forcibly pressing it down. Following the chair’s spin direction, she did an aerial turn and landed on the table.
Propping one hand on the table, Bi Xia looked at the four bodyguards and smiled gently. She slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a flawless, delicate face. Her star-like eyes lifted upward, exuding a cold, wicked aura.
Hanging the sunglasses on the collar of her black tank top, she raised a hand to tug at the camo short-sleeved jacket she wore, her eyelids lazily lifted, but her pupils emitted a chilling coldness that made people shiver.
Seeing this, the steward raised his hand and shouted "stop," stepped forward, and said to Bi Xia, "Mr. Qin invites you for a talk."
Bi Xia jumped down from the table effortlessly, leaned against the table, playing with the necklace at her collarbone. She looked casual, but her star-like eyes were indifferent and cold. Her cool voice flowed out slowly, "Tell Qin Zhongyang, he asked me to talk, not the other way around."
Her voice suddenly turned cold, carrying endless bone-chilling cold, "Otherwise, let him come down personally to invite me, or today, we won’t meet."
Bi Xia’s words immediately angered Qin Zhongyang, who had been watching the surveillance upstairs.
He abruptly stood up and slammed the table, grabbed the intercom, and shouted, "Teach him a lesson! Teach him a harsh lesson! Bring him to me!"
No sooner had Qin Zhongyang finished speaking than the four bodyguards began to move without waiting for the steward to give another order.
The previous move did not work, so they tried another.
The four bodyguards rushed together, unlike those hoodlums Bi Xia had previously fought. They had specialized training, training that Bi Xia had also undergone when hiring coaches for X Security Company.
Although each coach taught differently, Bi Xia could infer much from little. Coupled with comprehensive training in the military training space, Bi Xia flipped to dodge the incoming fist.
Locking the oncoming arm with her legs, Bi Xia used force from her waist to fling one of the bodyguards back. He crashed onto the other side’s tea table, shattering it into pieces.
With one hand in her pocket, Bi Xia coldly glanced at him, snorted a laugh, raised her hand, caught an attacking leg, and forcefully spun her body ninety degrees. A powerful leg whip struck the bodyguard’s knee, producing a cracking sound, followed by a miserable scream as the bodyguard collapsed.
Broke... The steward’s eyes widened, watching Bi Xia’s ruthless move that easily broke the man’s leg!
Gazing at the young man standing beside the bodyguard, her delicate face wore a nonchalant smile. Her star-like eyes glimmered slightly, and suddenly, her pitch-black pupils, like obsidian, fixated on him, appearing like a bottomless abyss about to swallow him whole. Once entered, there would be no return.
The steward quickly took a step back, coming back to himself, only to see the young man leaping up. Her knees slammed into the shoulders of the remaining two bodyguards, then her small hands pressed on their heads, smashing them together. With a flip, she grabbed their back collars, and as she landed, channeled all her spiritual power into her arms.
Bang—
The two burly bodyguards were instantly thrown backward, flipping through the air.
The steward stared dumbfounded at Bi Xia. He saw Bi Xia smile faintly at him, then lifted the glass round table with apparent ease and hurled it towards the back, shattering it instantly.
"Hey," the young man turned and sat on the nearby sofa, his star-like eyes lifted, red lips curved into a wicked, cold grin, "tell Qin Zhongyang, if he wants to play, I, Bi Xia, will accompany him... at the cost of this teahouse."
