Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

”Morgan Family?”

Vishnu and Garcia were stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised upon hearing Raphael’s words.

As members of the American Superman Team and Brahman, their sources of information were naturally more abundant than others. Though they didn’t know the exact relationship between the Morgan Family and Lu Tianxing before, they understood when the Xiangjiang incident happened that the Morgan Family and Lu Tianxing had a close connection; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to send people to Xiangjiang to help the Huang Family.

More importantly, after comparing the personnel appearing in Xiangjiang, it was found that those who appeared there were all from the Morgan Family. Also, they discovered that the current Clan Leader of the Morgan Family and Angel, the Station Master of Angel Intelligence Station, had similar physiques and speech tones, leading them to the conclusion that Angel is the Clan Leader of the Morgan Family.

Now Raphael was asking them to abandon their own forces and join the Morgan Family, which is essentially surrendering to Lu Tianxing, isn’t it?

After all, if the Clan Leader of the Morgan Family is Angel, and Angel is Lu Tianxing’s woman, surrendering to Angel means surrendering to Lu Tianxing.

Raphael sat there, watching the changing expressions of Vishnu and Garcia, and clearly understood what was going on in their minds. Hence, he continued, ”In your heart, you might think this is still surrendering to Lu Tianxing, and yes, Angel is indeed Lu Tianxing’s woman. But have you ever thought about surrendering to Lu Tianxing means our lives won’t be our own and we will only follow his orders.”

”But if we surrender to Angel, relying on our strength and the people we’ve brought from our own forces, we can thrive within the Morgan Family. Our power will earn Angel’s respect, and we need not worry about what she might do to us because she wouldn’t dare. Though the Morgan Family is strong, she wouldn’t risk opposing us, three experts in the Late Stage of Mythical...”

Raphael spoke gracefully with intense confidence in his tone, as if he was saying that their joining the Morgan Family would be a great honor for the Family, compelling Angel to treat them respectfully.

Unfortunately, Raphael forgot that Angel, who single-handedly built the Angel Intelligence Station, was thriving among various forces. Such a person wouldn’t allow a time bomb to linger by her side, especially those who once tried to deal with her man. It’s unlikely Angel would let Raphael and his group off easily.

But it’s a pity that Raphael and his group hadn’t considered this, only thinking that Angel would surely treat them with respect upon joining the Morgan Family.

”Alright, Raphael, let’s do as you say,” Garcia said in a deep voice.

Vishnu remained silent, but his eyes, filled with eager contemplation, betrayed his true thoughts.

Humans are inherently greedy for life and afraid of death.

The stronger the power, the greater the fear of death.

For Raphael, Vishnu, and Garcia, being experts of the Late Stage of Mythical, they wield immense power, enjoying things unattainable by ordinary people. So they feared death; they didn’t want to die a meaningless death. If there was an alternative choice, they definitely wouldn’t choose the path of death.

Clearly, joining the Morgan Family and being treated as honored guests by Angel is the path they chose.

...

Meanwhile, in a villa in Beijing, Chen Changwu, dressed in a suit, sat on a sofa, exuding a thick murderous aura, looking extremely fierce and terrifying.

Chen Changwu no longer had the graceful demeanor he once possessed. His originally handsome face was now bizarrely green, with facial muscles unnaturally bulging, looking like a Starving Ghost from Hell, a single glance sending chills down one’s spine.

His fingers too appeared bizarre with bulging veins on his arm, looking exceptionally horrifying. His fingernails grew disturbingly long, much like a zombie’s nails from zombie movies, turning an eerie dark black, appearing naturally formed.

Chen Changwu sat on the sofa, yet evoked an extremely terrifying feeling, as though he was no longer a living, breathing human, but a living dead devoid of any vitality, shrouded in deathly stillness.

Opposite Chen Changwu stood a somewhat gaunt man, despite late autumn approaching and the weather turning exceptionally cold, sweat beads dotted the man’s forehead, rolling down his cheeks, with fear visibly etched on his face, body slightly trembling, evidently spawned from facing Chen Changwu.

”What? Are you afraid of me?”

Chen Changwu suddenly slowly lifted his head, and his lifeless eyes fell upon the gaunt man, his voice hoarse and harsh like a cat’s claws scraping over glass, painfully piercing one’s eardrums.

”No... no, Alliance Leader Chen, please don’t misunderstand; I’m... I’m not afraid of you?”

The gaunt man, upon hearing Chen Changwu’s voice and feeling his lifeless gaze, trembled more severely, his tone quivering unmistakably.

Now, the Chen Changwu before him was no longer human, or perhaps a Devil; upon Chen Changwu’s return, this man witnessed Chen Changwu reducing those who dared to disrespect him to mere puddles with his bare hands.

Moreover, every night, he heard beast-like howls from Chen Changwu’s room and saw dry corpses being carried out from Chen Changwu’s place the next day. He once secretly checked a corpse, finding a wound on the neck, a bite mark.

Thinking about this, the fear on the gaunt man’s face intensified, sweat drenching his back, yet he dared not act, stood respectfully without uttering a word, fearing that otherwise, Chen Changwu might kill him.