Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert-Chapter 49 - 48 The Assassin Strikes
49: Chapter 48: The Assassin Strikes
49 -48: The Assassin Strikes
Bai Zhiqing felt an inexplicable surge of emotion upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words.
Looking at the face that was so close, she realized it wasn’t as detestable as she had imagined.
Just as Bai Zhiqing was moved, Lu Tianxing’s voice rang out again, “Wife, if you truly want to thank me, that’s fine.
Tonight, we can consummate our marriage and strive to have a big, chubby boy next year to complete a family of three living in harmony.”
The slight touch of emotion that had just risen in Bai Zhiqing’s heart vanished immediately upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, replaced by a wave of teeth-grinding anger.
This bastard, even at a time like this, was still trying to take advantage of her.
“Wife, but seriously, what’s your secret to maintenance?
Papaya soup or something?
You’re quite ample.
Looks like our son will have plenty to nourish him in the future; no need to worry about him going hungry.”
“You jerk, what are you looking at?
I’m going to fight you!”
Bai Zhiqing shuddered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, her neck turning red as well, and her apricot eyes fiercely glared at Lu Tianxing as she began to twist violently, trying to break free from his embrace.
“Don’t move, wife.
Calm down, calm down.
I was just joking.
Don’t be impulsive; the other party hasn’t left yet.”
Lu Tianxing took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart.
With strength in his arms, he secured Bai Zhiqing, preventing her from moving about wildly.
“You…”
Bai Zhiqing stiffened, her words cut off by another gunshot that rang out.
Lu Tianxing felt a chill run down his spine, his sense of danger spiking.
Without any hesitation, he held Bai Zhiqing close, kicked against the wall, and, like a fish sliding through water, they shot backward.
“Bang!”
In that instant, a bullet pierced straight through the wall, striking where the two had been hiding, leaving behind a large hole.
Meanwhile, hidden in the dense foliage of a large tree outside the villa, a sallow-skinned man with a grim expression grew even more sullen after failing three times to kill his target.
Cursing under his breath, he thought, “Damn it, I was told this woman was just an ordinary person.
Why is there a man with her who can’t even be killed by tracker bullets?
Damn it, cursed intelligence.”
After cursing twice, the man once again set up his sniper rifle and began to search for his prey.
Time silently slipped by.
There was no sound either inside or outside the house, making Lu Tianxing appreciate the villa’s soundproofing.
He was actually worried Mrs.
Zhao might hear the noise and suddenly barge in.
“Lu Tianxing.”
Bai Zhiqing allowed Lu Tianxing to hold her, looking at him with a complicated expression.
If it hadn’t been for Lu Tianxing, she truly would have been dead.
She had been oblivious the first time, but this time, she felt the presence of death so close at hand.
It was her first time brushing so closely with the Grim Reaper, realizing just how near death was to her.
For the first time, she felt that the man before her was surrounded in mystery, not the good-for-nothing she had imagined.
“That person, has he left?” Bai Zhiqing asked softly.
Lu Tianxing shook his head and said, “No, he hasn’t!”
“How do you know?
You didn’t see outside,” Bai Zhiqing asked curiously, looking at Lu Tianxing.
“You’re too valuable.
He won’t leave without killing you; otherwise, he would be at a loss this time.
Assassins never conduct bad business.”
Lu Tianxing’s eyes flashed.
Tracker bullets, designed to combat Ancient Martial Artists and Superpower Users, were not cheap.
Three bullets could be traded for a villa.
“How do you know so much?”
Bai Zhiqing was startled and looked at Lu Tianxing with a changed expression, exclaiming in shock, “You…
you couldn’t possibly be an assassin too!
Did you conceal your identity and come to Modu to find an opportunity to assassinate someone important?”
Lu Tianxing, upon hearing this, looked at Bai Zhiqing with a face full of black lines.
He had never realized that his wife had such a wild imagination.
“Wife, I’ve finally discovered the difference between us; your imagination is just too expansive,” he said.
Lu Tianxing said helplessly, “Wife, just stay here quietly and don’t move.
Don’t come out unless you hear my voice.”
Bai Zhiqing was startled and asked subconsciously, “What are you planning to do?”
“Nothing much.
It’s just that this rat is disgusting, daring to bully my wife.
I’m going to take care of him, to avenge you.”
Lu Tianxing grinned, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
In all his years in the Underworld, no one had dared to touch anyone close to him.
“It’s dangerous, don’t go,” she said.
Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Bai Zhiqing suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Lu Tianxing’s clothes, stopping him from leaving.
Even if Lu Tianxing was formidable, he was still human and could hardly match modern weaponry.
“Not going?
Do you think we can just lie low the entire night?
Wife, rest assured, I haven’t consummated our marriage yet!
How can I bear to die?”
Lu Tianxing looked at Bai Zhiqing’s enchanting red lips and smirked lecherously, “Wife, to ensure my safe return, why don’t you give me a victory kiss before I leave?”
“Go to hell!”
Bai Zhiqing’s pretty face turned red, and she spat in disgust.
At a time like this, that bastard still had the mood to tease her.
“Heh heh, if you’re unwilling, that’s fine.
Stay put, I’m off!”
Before the sound of his voice faded, Bai Zhiqing felt lighter, and Lu Tianxing’s figure had already disappeared without a trace.
“You must protect yourself, and don’t let anything happen to you.”
Bai Zhiqing, hidden in the dead angle of the room’s shooting range, clenched her fists.
For the first time, she felt so powerless.
Facing a crisis, there was nothing she could do but pray silently in her heart.
“If you come back alive, I promise to give you that victory kiss,” she thought.
Suddenly, this idea popped into Bai Zhiqing’s mind, praying that Lu Tianxing would return unharmed.
Meanwhile, on the big tree directly opposite Bai Zhiqing’s study, a man lay on a branch, his body dressed in camouflage, blending with the surrounding environment.
A dark gun barrel pointed at Bai Zhiqing’s study, his face full of impatience.
He had already missed three times, and if it weren’t for the promise of 500 million dollars as a reward, he would have already left.
After all, the alert had been raised, and to achieve a one-hit kill was almost impossible now, especially with a skilled fighter by the target’s side.
But thinking of the three custom-made bullets, the man felt a surge of unwillingness.
He had only purchased four such special bullets, spending nearly all his savings.
If he left now, it would mean financial ruin for him.
The man tried to steady his mind, regulate his breathing, and closely watched every move in the study, looking for a fleeting chance.
