Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

At this moment, Tang Kang’an finally gave up the last sliver of hope left in his heart. He knew that the operation of kidnapping Dou Fangfang had completely failed, and there was no hope left. What they needed to do now was to leave here as quickly as possible, otherwise, once discovered by the Lu Family, it would be their end.

”Yes, Mr. An.”

The seeming leader of the group nodded solemnly upon hearing Tang Kang’an’s words. He turned his gaze to settle on two of the individuals: ”Huang Shan, Qian Liu, you two have the best Qinggong among us. Go scout the Lu Family.”

”Yes!”

Hearing the man’s words, the two men immediately nodded respectfully and then turned to leave.

Watching the two of them head out, Tang Kang’an took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, and gazed pensively out the window, a deep-seated killing intent and hatred etched on his face.

”Who are you...?”

Just then, a sudden shout echoed from outside, but the voice abruptly cut off, as if someone had hit the mute button, and no more sounds came through.

”Not good, someone’s coming!”

Tang Kang’an and the five others remaining inside immediately turned grave upon hearing the abrupt interruption of the voice, as it was the voice of Qian Liu who had just gone out.

Without any hesitation, Tang Kang’an and the remaining five immediately activated the True Qi within them, their figures shooting out like lightning toward the outside.

However, when they rushed out, all of their faces turned extremely grim, their bodies halting in place, unable to move forward even a step.

Right in front of them were two lifelike ice sculptures, so vivid that even their expressions were life-like. But in the eyes of Tang Kang’an and the others, these ice sculptures were like Yama, causing an uncontrollable chill to spread in their hearts, because these two statues were none other than Qian Liu and Huang Shan, who had just stepped out of the room.

Qian Liu’s expression was still one of open-mouthed speech, while Huang Shan had one foot forward, his face showing slight changes—as if only after hearing Qian Liu’s words did his expression shift, yet ultimately without success. It was clear that both Qian Liu and Huang Shan were instantly frozen into ice sculptures without any chance to fight back.

The discovery of this scene made Tang Kang’an and the other men’s expressions turn somewhat sour at the same time. Freezing two Peak of Early Stage Mythical individuals in an instant meant the person who attacked must be a master of the Middle-stage Mythical, an experienced one, not someone who had just entered the stage.

”You finally dared to come out. I thought you would hide inside like cringing turtles!”

While Tang Kang’an and his group were in a state of uncertain suspicion, a voice full of mockery echoed in the air, and as it did, a figure appeared in the courtyard out of thin air.

Following this figure’s appearance, over twenty more figures leaped out, fan-shaped to encircle Tang Kang’an and his group. Each one carried a more formidable aura than the five beside Tang Kang’an.

”It’s you, Lu Chuan.”

Seeing the leading figure, Tang Kang’an’s face betrayed an uncontrolled look of terror, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. He hadn’t expected the Lu Family to arrive so quickly, nor did he expect that the one who came would be Lu Chuan.

Honestly, in Tang Kang’an’s heart, he would rather face anyone else from the Lu Family than encounter Lu Chuan. Even if he met someone of the Middle-stage Mythical, he felt confident in leading his people out, but since it was Lu Chuan this time, escape seemed like a fool’s dream. Even if they fought to the death, it was likely he who would die in the end, not Lu Chuan.

For Lu Chuan was at the Peak of Mid-stage Mythical, with one foot almost in the Late Stage of Mythical. Although Tang Kang’an was also a Middle-stage Mythical martial artist, he was still far behind compared to Lu Chuan, not to mention the over twenty keen-eyed martial artists of Mythical Realm by Lu Chuan’s side.

”You know me?”

Lu Chuan slowly walked to the front, scanning everyone with his gaze before fixing it on Tang Kang’an, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips: ”So, you’re the mastermind this time. Daring to cause trouble in Jiangnan, you really do have some nerve. Tell me, what is your status in the Tang Family? Perhaps I’ll be merciful and spare your life, otherwise, I wouldn’t mind showing you what it means to live a life worse than death.”

Hearing Lu Chuan’s words, Tang Kang’an’s expression turned unpredictable, alternating between overcast and clear, his entire demeanor icy as he spoke with a chilling voice: ”Lu Chuan, if you want to know my identity, that depends on whether you have the ability. Everyone, make a move, carve a path out!”

Tang Kang’an’s voice, filled with determination, fell, and without hesitation, he charged at Lu Chuan first.

The five standing by Tang Kang’an exchanged glances, seeing the resoluteness in each other’s eyes. Without hesitation, they unleashed their True Qi at full strength and charged at the Lu Family guards.

Everyone knew very well that the Lu Family would not let them live, so surrendering would mean death. By fighting desperately, there might be a slim chance of survival.

”Capture them alive for me.”

Lu Chuan spoke coldly, his eyes fixating on Tang Kang’an, a strong gaze of contempt flashing in his eyes. He stood motionless as if the rushing force of Tang Kang’an didn’t bother him at all.

”Lu Chuan, I want you dead.”

Seeing Lu Chuan standing unmoving, a palpable disdain in his eyes, Tang Kang’an’s heart surged with overwhelming murderous intent. His gaze turned increasingly cold, and with a loud shout, he extended his arms, then suddenly punched forward. Countless hair-thin needles shot out fiercely, piercing through the air silently toward Lu Chuan, shredding falling leaves as they went.

”The Tang Sect’s Hidden Weapon, indeed ingenious; too bad it’s not the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, or the Buddha’s Wrath Tang Lotus and Peacock Feather, a mere Sand-injection Shadow-shooting Needle can’t harm me.”

Lu Chuan sneered, raising his hand slowly, a layer of frost rapidly covered his hand, turning it an icy crystalline color.