Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

56: Chapter 56 Anger 56: Chapter 56 Anger Xiao Yifeng’s brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes flickered as he muttered to himself, “Absorbing blood for cultivation…

what sect or power does this belong to?

It seems Tianhai City hides quite a number of masters.”

According to Xiao Yifeng’s previous observations, the blood of the deceased had been completely drained, and the perpetrator was undoubtedly a Martial Path expert who specifically cultivated using human blood, hence why the victim’s blood had been drained dry.

However, such a method of cultivation was extremely sinister, and it was unknown how long such an evil person had been hidden within Tianhai City.

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yifeng decided not to concern himself with the matter any further.

After all, as long as the person didn’t cross him, everything was fine.

Should they dare to provoke him, no matter who they were, they’d have only a dead end to face.

Meanwhile, in a private room of an entertainment club in Tianhai City, Hei Xiong, clad in a black mink coat, sat there with a cold expression on his face.

Holding a cigarette in his hand, he emanated a gloomy aura.

Soon, the door to the private room was flung open, and Wang Meng, with his face pale and his mouth smeared with blood, was brought in and forced to kneel before Hei Xiong by two men dressed in black.

“Are you the head of security at Ye Corporation, Wang Meng?”

Hei Xiong’s eyes swept coldly over Wang Meng, enveloping him in a terrifying presence that made it hard for him to breathe.

Wang Meng’s face turned deathly pale, his forehead dotted with cold sweat.

He trembled under the oppressive aura, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Hei Xiong, “I am Wang Meng, and you are?”

“Hei Xiong!”

Hearing the two words, Wang Meng’s face drastically changed, and he hurriedly bowed his head, saying, “So it’s Boss Hei Xiong.

I was blind not to recognize Tai Mountain; please forgive me, Boss.”

“I don’t want to hear excuses.

Tell me, who killed my brother?” Hei Xiong’s eyes narrowed, and he stared coldly at Wang Meng.

“This…” Wang Meng’s gaze flickered.

Bang!

Suddenly, Hei Xiong kicked out violently, sending Wang Meng flying into the wall.

Wang Meng fell heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“I don’t want to waste time.

If you won’t talk, then join my brother in death,” Black Tiger’s voice boomed like thunder.

“It was Xiao Yifeng, definitely Xiao Yifeng,” Wang Meng promptly said, his face twisted in pain.

“Xiao Yifeng?

Who is he?” Hei Xiong’s expression darkened as he stared at Wang Meng.

Wang Meng then recounted the previous night’s events at San Niang Bar, concluding with, “It must have been him.

Black Panther must have been killed by him.”

“Take this trash out,” Hei Xiong commanded coldly, and Wang Meng was dragged out of the room.

Hei Xiong’s eyes narrowed, and chilling gleams flickered within his pupils.

At that moment, three figures entered the private room – two men and a woman.

One of the men was as thin as a monkey, his eyes constantly darting around with a sly gleam.

The other man had a somber and cold expression, dressed in a black shirt.

As for the woman, her eyes occasionally sparkled with a bloodthirsty light, giving off a terrifying vibe.

“What brings you three here?” Hei Xiong asked, discarding his cigarette upon seeing them.

“We heard your brother got killed, and we were curious to see who had the guts to kill the Black Stone Gang’s top War General, Hei Xiong’s brother.

Have you found the culprit?

Do you need our help?” the woman asked with a smile as she sat down to one side.

Hei Xiong stood up, his face as cold as ice, “I will avenge my brother’s death myself.

Tonight, I’ll make that guy join my brother in burial.”

As he spoke, murder blazed in Hei Xiong’s eyes.

Back at the office, as soon as Xiao Yifeng sat down at his desk, Hong Mei came over with a file and handed it to him.

“Little brother, Manager Qiu asked you to hand over yesterday’s documents,” Hong Mei said.

“Alright,” Xiao Yifeng nodded, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he glanced at Hong Mei, “Sister Hong, are you still in pain?

Do you need me to…”

“No need, you rascal!” Hong Mei’s cheeks flushed red, and she shot Xiao Yifeng an annoyed look before turning away and leaving.

“Manager, here are the documents you asked for,” Xiao Yifeng said as he entered Qiu Yuying’s office and placed the documents on her desk.

“Mhm,” Qiu Yuying responded, then reached out to touch her neck, twisting it slightly.

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes fell on Qiu Yuying’s neck, and he couldn’t help but say, “Manager, your neck seems to be suffering from chronic pain due to long-term work.

Do you need me to massage it for you, to help relax your neck muscles?”

“You can do massages?” Qiu Yuying looked at Xiao Yifeng in surprise.

“Of course, my technique is top-notch.

I guarantee it will make you feel refreshed, no more neck pain, no backache, and give you energy for everything,” Xiao Yifeng confidently rattled off a string of convincing lines.

Listening to Xiao Yifeng’s spiel, Qiu Yuying chuckled and replied, “No need, I can manage it myself.”

“That won’t do.

Your neck issue seems quite severe.

If it’s not properly massaged, it might lead to serious problems later on,” Xiao Yifeng insisted and without waiting for a response, walked behind Qiu Yuying, placed his hands on her neck, and started kneading the acupoints.

Instantly, Qiu Yuying felt the soreness and pain in her neck vanish, as though a great weight had been lifted.

“How is it?

Feels good, right?” Xiao Yifeng asked with a smile.

“Yes, very good, keep going,” Qiu Yuying nodded, her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying it.