Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1220: The Assassin Returns

“Wait.”

At that moment, Lu Tianxing stood up, discreetly moving between Wang Jing and Bai Zhiqing, looking at Wang Jing as he said, “This lady, you claim you’re one of the new hires in the HR department, but as far as I know, if HR wants to hire someone, they should call the chairman first, right? Why is it the chairman doesn’t know your identity now?”

Though Lu Tianxing’s tone was calm, his eyes had turned icy cold. He fixed his sharp gaze on Wang Jing, as if seeing through her.

Wang Jing’s expression changed slightly upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words. She replied cautiously, “Assistant Lu, you really enjoy joking around. I am indeed an employee of the company. As for why Mr. Bai wasn’t informed, perhaps the HR manager forgot to make the call to the chairman! If you really don’t believe me, you can call the HR department to confirm my identity.”

Bai Zhiqing remained seated, not speaking, just watching the scene unfold because she fully trusted Lu Tianxing, believing he wouldn’t harm her.

“Forgot?”

Lu Tianxing’s lips curled into a mocking smile. He turned to Bai Zhiqing and said, “Honey, looks like while you were away from Bai’s Group, people in the company started undermining you. Hiring aside, they didn’t even report to you as the chairman and just said they forgot. Honey, seems like the HR manager at Bai’s Group needs replacing, don’t you think?”

Before his words settled, Lu Tianxing turned back to Wang Jing, his voice suddenly cold and oppressive, “Reveal your true identity. Who exactly are you? Bai’s Group’s HR manager wouldn’t have the nerve to not report and secretly hire employees. He wouldn’t dare, nor would have the courage. Who are you? Don’t tell me to investigate; even if Bai’s Group has a Wang Jing as staff, she’s definitely not you.”

Wang Jing’s expression remained unchanged as she replied, “Assistant Lu, what do you mean by that? I am clearly Wang Jing. If you doubt my identity, you can call the HR manager or have them come here. Whether I’m Wang Jing will become clear.”

“Really?”

Upon hearing this, Lu Tianxing let out a cold smile, “Can’t deny, you’re hiding your killing intent well, but you should’ve never appeared before me. Did the ones who sent you not warn you how sensitive I am to killing intent?”

“Assistant Lu, I don’t know what you’re talking about, what killing intent or lack thereof; I really don’t understand. If you think I’m fake, can I leave now?”

As she spoke, Wang Jing turned in anger, heading towards the exit as if furious over Lu Tianxing doubting her identity.

“Leave? You probably can’t, better stay obediently!”

Watching Wang Jing try to leave, Lu Tianxing let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, and reached out his hand, grasping her shoulder like catching a prey.

“Not good.”

Feeling the wind from behind, Wang Jing’s face suddenly changed, her legs bending slightly as she lunged forward like a lynx, her body flipping mid-air. Four shurikens flashed coldly, shooting like bolts of lightning towards Lu Tianxing and Bai Zhiqing.

“Pathetic.”

Without even glancing at the incoming shurikens, Lu Tianxing waved his arm, sending them back at even greater speed.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Accompanied by the sound of breaking air, Wang Jing’s face changed drastically, her body twisting mid-air. She dodged two shurikens, but the remaining two pierced through her legs, pinning her to the wall with blood seeping down.

Wang Jing’s body fell heavily to the ground with a thud, a desperate look flashing across her face.

“Speak! Who are you really? From which Japanese family? Don’t tell me you’re not Japanese; only Japanese people use such tactics. Reveal your identity and those behind you, and I’ll let you die quickly.”

Lu Tianxing gazed coldly at Wang Jing, a hint of bloodthirsty intent on his lips. From the moment Wang Jing used shurikens, he was sure of her identity, stemming from Japan. Only ninjas use such covert weapons.

Lu Tianxing’s latent killing intent erupted once more, fueled by anger at the repeated assassination attempts on Bai Zhiqing by these Japanese mercenaries. He couldn’t suppress his rage; a trip to Japan seemed inevitable, with a bloody resolve to quell his fury.

As Lu Tianxing approached her, Wang Jing’s face changed drastically. Cold gleamed in her eyes as she shouted lowly, her arm slamming the ground to propel her like lightning towards Lu Tianxing. A kunai appeared in her hand, aimed straight for Lu Tianxing’s throat.

“Foolhardy.”

Lu Tianxing’s lips curled in a cold smile as he punched out.

“Crunch!”

The kunai in Wang Jing’s hand shattered instantly, along with her palm, under the force of the punch, leaving it a bloody mess.

“Bang!”

The punch’s force unabated, smashing her chest, sending her flying into the wall. Blood spewed from her mouth, her face turning pale as her body slid down the wall, devoid of strength like a broken doll. Her eyes met Lu Tianxing’s, filled with uncontrollable terror and a hint of despair.

Before Wang Jing could respond, Lu Tianxing’s silhouette blurred, reappearing beside her. His fingers grasped her mouth, preventing closure, while his other hand rummaged within, extracting a false tooth and tossing it into the trash.

Wang Jing shivered at the sight of the tooth in Lu Tianxing’s hand, turning completely ashen.

“You ninjas love to hide poison in your mouths, ready to commit suicide at the slightest disagreement. Now, that’s off the table, isn’t it?”

Lu Tianxing noted Wang Jing’s pale face with a derisive smile, “Will you tell me who you are now?”

Though this scene might sound lengthy, it transpired in a flash. Bai Zhiqing came to her senses only after Lu Tianxing tossed Wang Jing to the ground, quickly rising from her seat, rushing to Lu Tianxing’s side with great concern in her voice, “Lu Tianxing, are you alright? Are you injured? And who exactly is she?”

“Who is she? Just a rabid dog sent by some ungrateful master to bite.”

Lu Tianxing glanced at Bai Zhiqing, assuring her he was fine, before fixing his gaze on Wang Jing sprawled on the floor, “Tell me, what is your identity, from which Japanese family? Don’t think of committing suicide before me; I won’t hesitate to crush every bone in your body.”