Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

50: Chapter 49: My Name is Judge 50: Chapter 49: My Name is Judge One minute, three minutes, five minutes…

As time trickled by, the study remained quiet.

With Lu Tianxing’s warning, Bai Zhiqing tried her best to curl up in a corner, motionless.

Although she had never seen a real gun before, the image from moments ago where a single shot shattered the wall and desk vividly told her just how terrifying the power of the gun was.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes had passed, and there was still no movement in the study.

The man’s mood became increasingly impatient, and his expression grew uglier by the second.

For an assassin, missing the first shot meant an immediate withdrawal was necessary, especially when the target was protected by an expert.

Withdrawal had to be executed with maximum speed—that was an ironclad rule.

But the man did not do so, he just stood there.

He was not reconciled.

Hadn’t he paid a ruinous price just for the five hundred million dollars bounty?

Just one kill and he could live carefree for the rest of his life with that money.

“Dammit, what the hell are those bastards in the intelligence organization doing?

Didn’t they say this woman was only living with a nanny?

Why is there suddenly a man who can’t even be killed by special bullets—bastards!

Once this mission is over, I’m definitely going to sue them and make them cough up every dime they scammed from me,” the man cursed under his breath and spat viciously, still observing every movement in the study through his scope.

“You’re right; those intelligence organizations are too irresponsible.

They should compensate you for your loss; otherwise, those three special bullets would have been wasted in vain.”

Just then, an abrupt voice came from the tree.

“Brother, you’ve got a point.

They definitely owe you a compensation…”

Before he could finish speaking, the man’s face went pale with shock.

It was just him here; how could there be another voice?

He quickly picked up his sniper rifle and aimed behind him: “Who’s there?

Who’s speaking?

Show yourself!”

“Aren’t I right behind you?”

Lu Tianxing stood on a branch, his face indifferent as he watched the man, corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

With a flick of his finger, a strand of True Qi whistled out like an arrow, shattering the man’s sniper rifle to pieces.

“It’s you.

You were clearly inside the room, how could you be suddenly out here?

Are you a person or a ghost?”

The man panicked and tossed away his ruined sniper rifle, his face painted with terror.

Although he had been watching every move in the study intently and had seen no one leave, how had the other man got out, and more importantly, he hadn’t felt anything when Lu Tianxing was right behind him.

“He’s definitely an expert.

Who is he?

Could he be a Heavenly Level Expert?

Impossible, impossible.

The target is just the head of a corporate group, how could they afford to have a Heavenly Level Expert protect her?

But then how do you explain his sudden appearance?”

The man looked at Lu Tianxing, the horror in his eyes growing more intense.

He, too, was an Ancient Martial Artist at the Peak of Xuan-level, but he felt no aura fluctuations from Lu Tianxing, as if an ordinary person stood in front of him.

It was clear Lu Tianxing had achieved the stage where his prowess seemed natural and effortless—in other words, if Lu Tianxing wanted to kill him, it would be as simple and easy as squashing an ant.

“What do you want to do?”

The man’s voice trembled as he spoke, and he didn’t even think about running away.

If the other man truly was a Heavenly Level Expert, he wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

“Heh, you wanted to kill my wife, what do you think I want to do?”

Lu Tianxing sneered, his eyes undisguised with killing intent.

He didn’t mind people attacking him, but he would never allow anyone to harm those around him.

The dragon has its scales, and touching them means death; His loved ones were his scales.

No sooner had his voice fallen than an icy chill of murderous intent surged from Lu Tianxing, enveloping the man.

The terrifying killing intent, built from countless bloodsheds, engulfed the entire sky like a tide, without any attempt to conceal it.

It was as if the Killing God had descended on earth, the gates of Hell had opened, and the temperature around plummeted to extreme lows.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if entering the depth of winter, where water turned to ice.

The man’s face turned a terrifying white in the blink of an eye, as if a pair of invisible hands had clutched his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, intending to crush his heart to dust.

The Lu Tianxing standing in front of him seemed to vanish, replaced by a tumultuous sea of blood that devoured everything.

As an assassin, the man naturally knew what killing intent was, but people like Lu Tianxing, who almost materialized their killing intent, were exceedingly rare.

Each one of them was a murderous lunatic; countless lives had been lost to their hands.

“What exactly are you?” the man asked, struggling to suppress the fear in his heart as he looked at Lu Tianxing.

“Who am I?

Once, I was called Judge,” Lu Tianxing said indifferently.

“Judge!

Impossible.”

These two words struck the man like a bolt from the blue, causing his complexion to change instantly with extreme fear.

He looked at Lu Tianxing as if seeing a ghost, with horror stricken on his face and an undeniably potent fear surging from the depths of his heart.

Judge!

Those two words were a legend in the Underworld, a legend of an invincible ruler, an unchallenged legend.

To offend the Judge was to learn what it meant to find no path to heaven and no gate to hell.

Lu Tianxing watched the man with a cold sneer, walking slowly towards him, moving as if he were on flat ground while stepping on the tree branches.

“Run, run now.”

The man had only one thought left in his mind.

Ever since he learned Lu Tianxing’s identity, he had lost all desire to fight.

His figure flashed, and he transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing outwards.

“Leaving?

You think you can still escape after trying to kill my wife?”

Lu Tianxing revealed a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth, casually snapped off a tree branch and held it in his hand, and threw his arm forward.

“Whoosh!”

The tree branch whistled out like a bullet, blasting at the man’s Dantian, directly smashing his Dantian and utterly crippling him.

The Dantian is the foundation of an Ancient Martial Artist.

Once destroyed, one is as good as disabled.

Without the support of True Qi, the man stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, looking dumbfounded at the slowly approaching Lu Tianxing, filled with regret.

If heaven gave him another chance, even if hundreds of billions of dollars were laid out before him, he would never accept this mission.

Opposing the Judge meant certain death.

Lu Tianxing slowly approached the man, and without any haste to kill him, he said indifferently, “Speak, which organization do you belong to, and why do you want to kill Bai Zhiqing?”

The man bit his teeth but remained silent.

“Heh, it seems you are unwilling to talk.

No problem, I’ll make you speak on your own.”

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Lu Tianxing’s face as he abruptly lifted his right foot, smashing it down heavily on the man’s thigh.

The sound of shattering bones resounded once more.

“Ah!”

Just as the man was about to scream in agony, before the sound could escape, Lu Tianxing stepped on his chest, brutally interrupting his scream.

His face turned red with strain, almost spitting blood.