Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

25: Chapter 24: Road Assassin 25: Chapter 24: Road Assassin “Pop!”

The crisp sound and the fiery pain in her buttocks made Qiaoqiao feel like she was collapsing, but she dared not say anything.

She could only bite her lips and look at Lu Tianxing with hatred, resolving in her heart to make him pay someday.

“I…

I will remember you, I won’t let you off.”

With tears brimming in her eyes, Qiaoqiao glared at Lu Tianxing, but when she saw him raising his hand again, her pretty face turned deathly pale.

She turned and ran towards the Ferrari like a mouse who had seen a cat.

Watching Qiaoqiao’s retreating figure, Lu Tianxing shook his head with a smile.

He no longer had much of a grudge against Qiaoqiao.

In his eyes, she was just a little girl spoiled by her parents, not truly evil at heart—otherwise, the lesson just now would not have been so simple.

Just as he was about to turn and get into his car to leave, Lu Tianxing’s expression suddenly changed.

His gaze sharpened instantly as he looked at Qiaoqiao.

At the same time, on the two-way street, a dump truck coming from the opposite direction suddenly seemed to go crazy, accelerating violently and charging towards Qiaoqiao.

A few onlookers who had been about to walk away let out screams of alarm when they saw this scene: “Little girl, get out of the way!”

Qiaoqiao instinctively looked up, her face draining of color in fright, and she tried desperately to move, but it was as if her legs were no longer her own, completely drained of strength.

She could only watch helplessly as the dump truck bore down on her.

As the dump truck was about to run her over, Qiaoqiao even felt for a split second that it would be such a pity to be killed this way—she had never been in love, and there were still so many wishes unfulfilled.

Just when it seemed like Qiaoqiao was about to be crushed, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist and a huge force pulling her.

Her body uncontrollably flew to the side, narrowly escaping the dump truck’s deadly path.

To the bystanders, the scene had unfolded in a completely different spectacle.

They had only seen Lu Tianxing twist his body slightly, and then he disappeared from where he stood.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared by Qiaoqiao’s side and pulled her away, narrowly avoiding the vehicle.

The recklessly speeding dump truck didn’t stop at all but instead accelerated down the road, quickly vanishing onto another street.

Qiaoqiao remained in a daze, and it took her a while to come back to her senses.

She clutched tightly onto one of Lu Tianxing’s arms: “Did…

Did I die?”

“You’re not dead, but I can’t guarantee the same for next time.”

Lu Tianxing spoke as if it were nothing: “Now you understand the horror of death.

Street racing is even worse, once an accident occurs, there’s no need for rescue; you’ll be put into a sack and sent straight to the crematorium because you won’t have a complete body left.

Losing an arm or a leg would be the best outcome.

You might not even leave any bones behind.”

“It can’t be!”

Qiaoqiao shuddered, her face turning pale at once.

The thought of having no remains at all sent shivers down her spine.

“What do you think!

Now, stop acting like a ghost and either go home or back to school.

Don’t be fooling around outside all the time.

You’re not cut out for that yet.”

Lu Tianxing patted Qiaoqiao’s head and turned to walk toward his BMW.

“Uncle, what’s your name?

You saved my life, and I want to repay you,” Qiaoqiao yelled at Lu Tianxing’s retreating figure.

“Please don’t, I would be more than grateful if you just didn’t cause me any trouble,” Lu Tianxing said without looking back.

Qiaoqiao pouted and quickly ran a few steps to grab Lu Tianxing’s arm, insisting, “That won’t do, one must repay kindness and seek revenge for wrongs.

You saved my life, I must repay you.

Even if you don’t want repayment, at least tell me your phone number.

I’ll take you out to eat when the time comes.

If you don’t tell me, I’ll…

I’ll stick to you every day, follow you wherever you go.”

“Alright, I’ll give you my number.

Call me when you want to treat me to a meal, and don’t call me for no reason, I have a job and I’m very busy,” Lu Tianxing eventually relented and gave his number to Qiaoqiao.

She dialed it once, and upon hearing the ringtone from Lu Tianxing’s phone, she burst into a radiant smile.

“There, Uncle, I won’t disturb you at work anymore.

Remember our agreement; you have to answer when I call.

Otherwise, I’ll follow you every day, even to your workplace, and say you touched my butt, and my waist too.

Bye, Uncle.”

With her phone put away, Qiaoqiao gave Lu Tianxing a smile, seemingly unaffected by the earlier car accident.

Watching Qiaoqiao skip away, Lu Tianxing’s brow furrowed instinctively, and a trace of gloom flitted across his face.

The dump truck that had wildly careened toward them was not a simple case of a vehicle losing control—it had clearly been aiming for Qiaoqiao.

As the truck bore down, he had seen clearly that the driver displayed no panic, but an abnormal calmness, unlike other drivers in accidents.

Such a hasty retreat after a failed attempt indicated a well-organized, premeditated act.

However, it was none of his business.

With the ability to afford a Ferrari, Qiaoqiao’s background was undoubtedly extraordinary, and there would surely be someone to deal with it.

As he continued driving his BMW, Lu Tianxing rested one arm on the door, his mind replaying last night’s wild time with Rose, which brought a smug smile to his lips.

But soon, Lu Tianxing’s brow furrowed again, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he casually glanced at a black Santana in the rearview mirror, a trace of murderous intent in his gaze.

It seemed he had been away too long, for every Tom, Dick, and Harry now dared to trouble him.

Turning a corner, Lu Tianxing steered off the main road and headed toward the outskirts.

When he reached a desolate stretch of road in the suburbs, Lu Tianxing slowed down and parked in a secluded spot.

Getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette, leaned against the car, and watched the direction from which he had come.

Before long, a black Santana appeared in his view.

Several burly men in black suits got out.

All six were unusually tall, wearing sunglasses, looking like bodyguards and exuding a tough air with an undercurrent of menace.

“How did you notice us?” asked the man in the lead, who appeared to be around thirty.

“That’s not important.

What is important is why you’re following me,” Lu Tianxing said with a grin.

The suited man frowned slightly and said sternly, “That’s not important either.

What’s important is that someone wants to see you.

Will you come with us voluntarily, or shall we be forced to take action?”

Lu Tianxing took a deep drag on his cigarette, slowly releasing a smoke ring, and said casually, “Do you know why I specifically brought my car to this spot?

Because I don’t like trouble, so I always nip it in the bud.

Haven’t you noticed there are no surveillance cameras around?

It’s secluded—a nice place for killing and burying bodies.

What do you think?”