The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"Why?"

Tian Xiong pointed at the image on the big screen and said, "That group who went into the dormitory building still hasn’t shown up. They’ve definitely run into trouble. Our people on both sides are being suppressed; right now only a few Heavenly List experts barely have the strength to keep fighting. Once all of Dragon Tiger Hall’s reinforcements arrive, they’ll definitely form an encirclement around us. By then, even if those Heavenly List experts are strong, they’ll just be turtles in a jar, left for others to slaughter. So, if we don’t have absolute confidence, I won’t take risks lightly."

He paused, then continued, "Pass the word down and have them prepare to retreat."

"Yes." The man answered and hurriedly withdrew.

As time ticked by, in the training field of Dragon Tiger Hall, Ling Chen panted for breath as he looked at the emaciated old man and the middle-aged man in front of him, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a countermeasure. Under their frenzied assault just now, he had nearly been unable to hold out and had been badly injured. Fortunately, his combat experience was fairly rich; he reacted in time and narrowly escaped disaster.

However, with his stamina now, if the other side launched another ferocious attack, he probably wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

Just then, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from outside Dragon Tiger Hall. Hearing the whistle, the emaciated old man and the middle-aged man, who were about to continue their attack, paused slightly and exchanged a glance. Then, without the slightest hesitation, they turned and sprinted toward the western wall. Not only the two of them; the two Heavenly List experts who had been fighting Tong Zhentian also all pulled back.

Seeing those four rush to the base of the western wall, Ling Chen and Tong Zhentian exchanged a look, the corners of their mouths lifting slightly with a faint smile.

At this moment, the emaciated old man tapped the tip of his foot, sprang straight up from the ground, and leapt toward the outside of the wall. But just as he was about to vault over the wall, someone suddenly sprang up on the other side, swinging a punch at him.

This sudden change startled the emaciated old man. He hastily extended five fingers to meet the other party’s fist. At this distance, and while airborne, he had no choice but to meet strength with strength.

As that punch crashed down, the emaciated old man’s expression changed abruptly, a flash of pain crossing his face. It was obvious that in this exchange he had come off the worse. Forced by the other party, the emaciated old man had no other choice but to drop back down to the ground. By that time, the other three Heavenly List experts had already escaped over the wall.

"Since you’re here, you might as well stay."

Hearing Tong Zhentian’s voice from behind, the emaciated old man quickly turned his head, only to see Tong Zhentian and Ling Chen walking over from the rear, cutting off his escape route. Looking up, the person who had just intercepted him stood atop the wall, gazing down at him from above.

Hemmed in on three sides, a trace of panic flashed through the emaciated old man’s eyes. Under these circumstances, even as a Heavenly List expert, it was impossible for him to escape. What’s more, when he had just crossed blows with the man on the wall, he clearly sensed that the opponent was a very formidable expert, at least stronger than he was.

"So after all that, you only caught one?" A voice sounded, and Chen Junfeng appeared beside Ling Chen, a silver spear in hand.

"Catching one is already pretty good." Ling Chen smiled, looked at the emaciated old man before him, and said, "If you know what’s good for you, you’d best surrender of your own accord, so we don’t have to make a move."

Hearing this, the emaciated old man clenched his teeth, his face hesitant, clearly not yet having made up his mind. Seeing this, Ling Chen made a gesture, and Tong Zhentian and Chen Junfeng immediately stepped forward. Noticing their actions, the emaciated old man hurriedly said, "Don’t do it, I... I admit defeat."

"Count you sensible." As the words fell, disciples of Dragon Tiger Hall immediately rushed up and used ropes to firmly bind the emaciated old man.

Watching the emaciated old man being taken away, Ling Chen asked, "Everyone’s alright?"

"We’re fine." Chen Junfeng picked up, "It’s just a pity we only caught one. If we could have kept a few more, it would definitely be a heavy blow to them."

Ling Chen smiled faintly and said, "It’s fine. According to my earlier estimate, catching one or two is already quite good. Besides, this isn’t even our main battlefield; our real gains are outside."

As he finished speaking, he looked up at the person standing on top of the wall and clasped his fists. "Elder Ren, thank you for lending a hand." The one who had just intercepted the emaciated old man outside the wall was precisely Ren Donglin, whom they had invited from the Ren Family.

Ren Donglin leapt down and replied coolly, "It was just a small effort, no need to be polite."

"Alright, everyone’s worked hard tonight. Go turn in early and rest. Elder Tong, Sir Chen, let’s go check the dormitory building first."

Tong Zhentian and Chen Junfeng agreed and followed behind Ling Chen. Before long, the three arrived at the dormitory building, where they saw the porridge girl leading people in cleaning up the scene. The dormitory building had five floors; the battle just now had mainly taken place on the first and second floors. Fortunately, Ling Chen had made arrangements in advance. Once this assault team formed by the three major forces entered the dormitory building, they could forget about getting back out.

"How are our casualties?"

"Not bad," the porridge girl replied. "Only a bit more than ten people lightly injured, nothing serious. They’ve already been sent for treatment."

Ling Chen nodded and said, "Once things here are wrapped up, go get some rest. You’ve been busy most of the night; don’t wear yourself out."

Back in the office, the three of them didn’t go rest; they still had to wait for news.

...

At this moment, in the small convenience store outside Dragon Tiger Hall, Zhu Hong withdrew his gaze from the window, turned to Guo Halong beside him, and asked, "Were our losses heavy?"

"We’re fine. Apart from the thirty ordinary disciples who took part in the operation being captured, we didn’t suffer any losses."

"Very good." Zhu Hong smiled and said, "Luckily I swapped those elite disciples out. What about the Dangyang Sect? How are they doing?"

"One of Dangyang Sect’s Heavenly List experts seems to have been captured. Of all the sides in this operation, they probably took the biggest loss." Guo Halong laughed. "Dangyang Sect was already short on experts. They finally managed to invite one or two, only to have them fall into Dragon Tiger Hall’s hands. I’d say Qi Yong’s going to be so mad he’ll spit blood."

"Heaven is really helping me. Dangyang Sect losing a Heavenly List expert will certainly greatly weaken their strength; this is the perfect time to make a move." Speaking up to this point, Zhu Hong asked, "Have we figured out where Dangyang Sect is located?"

"Not yet. But I’ve sent people to tail those retreating with them. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to find their hideout."

"Move quickly. Best to settle this before they leave East Sea City. Otherwise, we might not get such a good opportunity again."

Guo Halong responded, "Mr. Zhu, rest assured, I definitely won’t let you down."

As he spoke, a Heavenly Dragon Sect disciple suddenly walked over and whispered a few words in Guo Halong’s ear. Whatever the man said, Guo Halong’s expression changed slightly.