Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert

The World’s First-class is the most famous villa district in Beijing. With its unique architectural style and elegant environment, it has carved out a bloody path in the highly competitive real estate market in Beijing, becoming an existence that cannot be ignored.

It can be said that among the numerous villa districts in Beijing, the World’s First-class is absolutely one that stands out.

Moreover, with the passage of time, its status in Beijing has become increasingly obvious. Wanting to buy a villa in the World’s First-class is no longer something that money can achieve; it also requires immense power and influence.

There is already a tacit understanding in Beijing that those who can live in the World’s First-class are absolutely people of power and influence, and they must not be offended in this lifetime, otherwise, you might not even know how you died.

At the number ninety-five, the villa that symbolizes the emperor within the World’s First-class, in the first-floor living room, a man wearing a black shirt and sporting short hair sat on the sofa.

The shirt is quite plain, but the butterfly at the collar already indicates that the shirt is crafted by a famous tailor master from France, making people not dare to underestimate its price. The man’s face is extremely handsome, coupled with the subtle smile at the corner of his mouth, making him look even more sunny and charming. If there were any infatuated woman here, she might have already screamed uncontrollably.

This young handsome man is none other than Tang Qingyun.

At this moment, Tang Qingyun has been sitting on the sofa for over an hour, just sitting without any movement. Were it not for the occasional blinking of his eyes, people might suspect that the person sitting on the sofa is Tang Qingyun.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, a slight sound rang out.

Tang Qingyun picked up the lighter on the coffee table and lit a cigarette for himself, then took a heavy drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his brows slightly furrowed.

The events that happened in Xiangjiang these past few days have made Tang Qingyun somewhat irritable. He originally planned to use Bai Zhiqing to plot against Lu Tianxing, to make Lu Tianxing restless on the fifth day, dying at his hands.

However, the events in Xiangjiang have caught Tang Qingyun off guard. Lu Tianxing, as a martial artist at the middle-stage mythical level, surprisingly possesses the strength to contend against the late stage of mythical level, and even injured the opponent, forcing them to swallow their anger and flee in disgrace.

When this news arrived, Tang Qingyun almost went mad, especially when he heard that the cultivation technique Lu Tianxing practiced could enhance through battle. After breaking through his own limits during combat, Tang Qingyun felt like exploding; this news almost disrupted all his arrangements. He originally wanted to use Bai Zhiqing to hold Lu Tianxing, making him turn to ashes in despair. But now this plan could almost be abandoned, as a person in madness is the scariest, and such a person will disregard everything, willing to destroy everything that can be destroyed.

Moreover, once Lu Tianxing goes berserk, not many people will be able to handle him, not because of anything else but because of the strange cultivation technique he has. It allows him to continuously replenish his consumed True Qi during battle, keeping Lu Tianxing at peak state at all times. Under such circumstances, if Lu Tianxing doesn’t give up himself, almost no one can exhaust him, and no one can rely on attrition warfare to drag Lu Tianxing to death.

There’s another crucial point: Lu Tianxing’s cultivation technique supports enhancement through combat. If Lu Tianxing seizes an opportunity during a battle and breaks through to the late stage of mythical level, the consequences would be unimaginable. With middle-stage mythical level strength having the ability to defeat late stage of mythical level’s combat prowess, should Lu Tianxing step into the late stage of mythical level, who in this world could then contend with him?

Not to mention together with the Old Master of Lu Family, if the two join forces, they truly would be invincible in the world, and at that time, perhaps even the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle would be ineffective against Lu Tianxing.

Thinking of this, Tang Qingyun’s expression became increasingly solemn, only feeling a pounding headache. For the first time, he realized that Lu Tianxing was truly a very tricky enemy. To deal with Lu Tianxing, he must ensure an infallible plan; any tiny mistake might allow Lu Tianxing to seize the opportunity and turn the tables, which is a situation he absolutely does not want to see, because once Lu Tianxing turns the tables, the consequences for the Tang Family would be catastrophic, Lu Tianxing would not let the Tang Family go.

"Lu Tianxing, Third Young Master of Lu Family, I didn’t expect I’d still underestimated you. Rumor has it that you obtained the cultivation technique practiced by Nie Renwang back in the day, so within just a few months, you’ve stepped from a small heavenly level martial artist to middle-stage mythical level, with combat prowess comparable to late stage of mythical level. But unfortunately, I will show you with facts that these are useless. All your things are just paper tigers, and your final outcome will be to die by my hands. I will prove to everyone that the so-called brilliant genius of the Lu Family is not worth mentioning."

Tang Fengyun suddenly crushed the cigarette in his hand onto the carpet, completely disregarding the expensive handmade carpet on the floor, directly crushing the cigarette butt with his foot several times before releasing it.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Tang Qingyun slowly stood up from the sofa, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazed at the azure sky, his gloomy gaze deepening, pondering unknown thoughts.

Time slipped away minute by minute like this, after about ten minutes, Tang Qingyun turned and walked again to the side of the sofa in the living room, sitting down and lighting a cigarette for himself, and then picked up the phone on the coffee table, dialing a number.

The phone rang for a moment, then was immediately answered.

"Second Uncle, have you headed to Modu now?" As soon as the call was connected, Tang Qingyun spoke without hesitation.

"I’m about to arrive at Modu. What’s wrong, Qingyun, why did you call me?"

After Tang Qingyun finished speaking, a deep voice came from the phone, which was Tang Fengyun’s voice, who had left Shu and was heading to Modu.

"Second Uncle, this time, as you head to Modu, I hope you can help me with something," Tang Qingyun said directly, without wasting words.

"Help with something?"

Upon hearing Tang Qingyun’s words, Tang Fengyun was momentarily stunned but nodded, saying, "Qingyun, just tell me what you need me to do."