The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 79 Brother Dao is here, are you scared?

At the bar entrance, Lin Chen lit a cigarette, his eyes fixed on Wen Qiaoqiao with concern: "Are you scared?"

Wen Qiaoqiao's face flushed red, her eyes filled with admiration: "I'm not afraid."

Han Xinran's eyes lit up: "Brother Chen, you're a martial artist too, right?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Yes."

Han Xinran said excitedly, "No wonder! The ice clamps weren't perfectly pointed. You managed to pierce the table that deep. No ordinary person could do that. And you were so fast! It was just a blur before my eyes, and your hand was stabbed. You're amazing!"

Lin Chen laughed and said, "I originally said I would be your bodyguard to reduce your troubles, but my troubles came first, making it impossible for you to have fun."

Han Xinran chuckled: "Drinking and dancing are nothing compared to the excitement of fighting, Brother Chen. Are we really going to wait for them to call for backup?"

Lin Chen nodded: "If we leave now, they will definitely try to cause me trouble again. It's better to resolve the trouble completely now, so as to avoid any unforeseen complications."

The tattooed young man walked out of the bar, his hands haphazardly wrapped around his T-shirt. He was shirtless, revealing his tattoos, and shouted fiercely, "Everyone, get him! Cripple him!"

The young men around him had already grabbed their weapons—beer bottles, bricks, sticks, and so on—and charged towards Lin Chen.

These thugs have been fighting for years, they are experienced and ruthless, but they are unlucky to have met Lin Chen, the god of death.

Lin Chen rushed forward, beating up a group of kindergarten children like an adult, one punch after another, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken them all down.

Lin Chen showed no mercy; these guys either had their hands or feet broken, and they lay on the ground screaming in agony.

Lin Chen casually tossed aside the stick he had snatched, clapped his hands, and said, "With this little fighting power, you dare to extort a million? Is money worthless, or have you lost your mind and become arrogant?"

The tattooed young man was stunned.

So fierce?
He swallowed hard, and subconsciously looked at Sun Hao beside him, his eyes full of resentment.

Who did you offend, you little brat?

Are you trying to kill me?

Sun Hao's forehead was covered in sweat, and he was filled with fear and regret. If he had known that the man was so powerful, why did he have to provoke him?

Isn’t this asking for trouble?

"I've already called Brother Dao. He's drinking nearby and will be right there!"

The tattooed young man breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

A number of bar patrons were watching the spectacle. Knowing that reinforcements were on their way, the tattooed young man became even more confident: "Don't be arrogant, Brother Dao will be here soon. He'll make you beg for mercy on your knees!" Lin Chen asked with a smile: "This Brother Dao you're talking about, who's always chopping people up, sounds pretty awesome. Who is he?"

The tattooed young man sneered, "Brother Dao's nickname is Quick Knife. He can wield a knife so fast that water can't get through. In the blink of an eye, he can cut eight wounds on you. When he started killing people, you were still wearing open-crotch pants. His most famous feat is that he single-handedly killed a whole street of people. Kid, you're just waiting to die."

Lin Chen's expression suddenly became quite strange. Black Bamboo Company's swift and decisive action?

The one who broke his own arm with a stick and then knocked him unconscious?

Lin Chen's gaze fell on Sun Hao, and he became interested: "Sun Hao, are you very familiar with this Brother Dao?"

Sun Hao sneered: "I've drunk with Brother Dao before, what do you think?"

Lin Chen's eyes widened: "A group of people drinking together, the kind where you know him but he doesn't know you?"

Sun Hao immediately felt insulted, his face flushed red: "My uncle and Brother Dao are good buddies. I often drink with them. Who wouldn't I know?"

Sun Hao's cousin is Qian Beilin, the head of the purchasing department. Everyone in Sales Team 8 knows this.

Qian Beilin and Kuai Dao are good buddies. Is this just a personal relationship between the two of them, or is it related to the entire Qian family and Heizhu Company?

Lin Chen kept this in mind and said with a smile, "Now that you mention it, I'm a little scared."

Sun Hao wasn't stupid. He realized Lin Chen was mocking him, and he sneered, "You think you're so tough, huh? Wait until Brother Dao cuts eight times on you, then let's see if you still dare to act so arrogant."
A minivan slid over and stopped at the side of the road. The door opened, and Ma Ding, with his arm in a splint and sling around his neck, crawled out of the car. Then three more men crawled out, one of whom was carrying Ma Ding's long knife.

"Brother Knife!"

Sun Hao and the tattooed young man jogged over and were both shocked when they saw Ma Ding's sling arm. How did Brother Dao get injured?
Or is it the right hand?

How can I kill someone like this?
Never mind, even if Brother Dao can't make a move, he has other experts behind him!

We're going to take care of Lin Chen here today, no matter what!

Ma Ding stopped, taking the cigarette out of his mouth with his left hand: "What's going on?"

The tattooed young man and Sun Hao embellished the story, with Sun Hao emphasizing Lin Chen's background, saying, "Brother Dao, you have to help me with this, otherwise, I'll lose face today."

Ma Ding strode towards Lin Chen and sneered, "I want to see which kind of person is so arrogant. After beating someone up, instead of running away, they're waiting for me here?"

Lin Chen said with a smile, "It's me, Brother Dao. It's been a few days. How's your concussion? You can even run around with your arm in a sling now..."

(End of this chapter)