Female CEO's Super Bodyguard

The barefooted monk, dressed in flowery clothes, was obviously even more gorgeous than the sixth dragon. In the dark alley, on the shabby old road, and even in the paint-filled air, he was exceptionally eye-catching. The workers who didn't spend the night guarding the materials seemed to forever fall into a deep sleep, never to wake up again.    

The barefooted monk looked up at the sky, his gaze the same as his clothes, bright but full of aggression.    

"I wonder if the Dragon City's new guardian can withstand the first wave."    

The barefooted monk shook his head, but his eyes seemed to have seen through the Dragon City and arrived at the Hidden Treasure Pavilion. The Hidden Treasure Pavilion's activation array formation was no longer open to the public and all visits were blocked. His tone was tinged with regret as he said, "It's a pity that Madam is in closed door cultivation. I had originally wanted to fight you."    

If anyone else had heard this, they would have thought that the barefoot monk was just bragging, because the Madame Zhu was a Peak Saint and was just one step away from seeing through the Great Sage and achieving the greatness of a Sacred Ground. Someone actually dared to challenge the Madame Zhu in the Dragon City, it was simply a joke.    

But people who knew his identity would not do so.    

Because he really was very strong.    

There was a Fake Monk in China, and a long time ago, there was also a Fake Monk. However, this Fake Monk was not that Fake Monk, because he was very famous in China, and there were legends about him everywhere in the martial arts world.    

During the civil war, he had raided the enemy's camp overnight, beheaded the enemy's marshal, and stood on the city wall, allowing the cannons to attack him while his body remained unharmed.    

When the older generation talked about Fake Monk, they all gave him a big thumbs up, thinking that he was willing to endure the fire of war for justice's sake. However, after his liberation, Fake Monk had become a completely different person. At the age of seventy, he had fallen in love with a woman.    

But the woman didn't love him.    

The reason why Fake Monk was Fake Monk, was because he would chase after a woman without hesitation after seeing her, until he knew that she had agreed. No matter what he did, he would make the other party follow him relentlessly. It was a pity that the woman he had taken a fancy to was the younger sister of Military God.    

As the younger sister of the Military God, he naturally didn't have his eyes on the Fake Monk, and had even thought of all sorts of ways to humiliate him so that he would know the difficulties and retreat. However, the Fake Monk used knockout drugs to taint his. Originally, he thought it would be natural, but he never expected that he would anger the Military God. Military God was enraged, and blood flowed like a river.    

Military God personally acted to suppress him. If it wasn't for the fact that Military God's sister was pregnant, he would have killed Fake Monk a long time ago. Later on, the child disappeared without a trace and was rumored to have been secretly killed by the LEE Family.    

Because of this, Military God's sister went crazy.    

Fake Monk disappeared from the martial arts world.    

But her appearance in Dragon City this time meant that Yang Ping was facing a terrifying expert of the older generation.    

"The others have come in as well, right?"    

There was a black dot at the center of Fake Monk's brows. If one looked carefully, they would see that it looked like a star, and whenever the light of Dragon City shone on one's body, the cold wind of Dragon City would blow past one's face.    

However, they could not completely escape, because the moment the Fake Monk revealed all of his power, the light screen in the Dragon City would discover him and release his strongest attack.    

As an expert of the Saint Stage, even if the Fake Monk did not use the power of a saint, he could still casually slaughter experts of the Subsaintly State.    

Bolan Street.    

At the fireworks area.    

Every day, there would be a lot of girls pulling customers on the streets. Of course, there were all kinds of appearances, but the fireworks area was the most high-end place in the Dragon City, and most of the girls inside were from Vietnam and Southeast Asian countries.    

The girls' service attitude in the fireworks area was very good, their skills were top-notch, and they were the favorite of many men.    

It was the same as Haudu Hotel, the water in the fireworks area was very deep, to the point that every time Wang Yue searched the fireworks area, Hee Zhennan's expression would change. She ordered her people not to act rashly, otherwise, the Dragon City would become unsettled.    

Wang Yue did not believe it. She patted two policemen to spy on them, and then … There was no later, the corpses of the two policemen could not be found.    

Only now did Wang Yue know that the water in the fireworks area was really deep.    

The fireworks area had six floors.    

It was a spacious, five-star hotel, with gardens, swimming pools, various places to spend money, and even casinos in the basement, where the guests enjoyed themselves. The first floor is for restaurants and other entertainment facilities that are open to the public. However, those above represented other trades.    

The girl on the second floor had a good figure and was considered an elite among the other street girls of all ages.    

The third floor was the girl from the club.    

The fourth floor was for university students or young women from good families.    

The fifth floor was for entertainment celebrities or young models.    

Sixth floor, this was a level that only the VIPs could enjoy. However, this level was rarely open to the public because the expenses of the sixth floor were not something that one could afford to enter. One must have the appropriate identity. In the Dragon City, only the four noble families and several other large consortia were qualified to operate the card. The membership fee was five million.    

Many knowledgeable people knew that the sixth level represented one's identity, and of course it also represented one's enjoyment by a Zhizun realm cultivator.    

And at this time, the sixth floor was reserved.    

Wong Ming was prepared to treat a guest from the capital to a feast. This guest had a very high position and was prepared to invest two billion into Wong Family and participate in the development of the capital's real estate. And the person invited today was an important leader of the NDRC.    

Usually, the important leaders of the NDRC, even if they were the mayor of a city, would obediently wait at the door for their summons. It was clear how arrogant the Beijing leaders were.    

However, the leader of the Development and Reform Commission had no choice but to come because of Wong Family's great influence within the Committee. One of the top executives of the Committee had a close relationship with Wong Family, and was even a distant relative, so he had to come if he was sensible, even if he had to say a few words.    

It was time.    

Wong Ming stood up, walked up and smiled: "Uncle Ming, please enter."    

A beautiful woman was waiting by the side, pouring tea. If a beautiful woman at this level were to be placed on the internet, it would definitely cause an earthquake. This was because some netizens weren't as beautiful as her, but those on the sixth level of the fireworks were only used to pour tea.    

"Quick, invite Miss Qingqing!"    

Lady Qing Qing was the signboard for fireworks. She was proficient in the art of zither, chess, painting, and had strong connections. Those who came to the sixth level didn't just enjoy women; they had many other things to do. For example, Miss Qing Qing Qing was someone who was rarely seen with any of the women in Dragon City. She could pass on a message to the other girls in the province.    

Being able to use a woman's connections to do things and enjoy the warmth of a woman is like being married to a dream wife. This is what a man wants the most.    

Of course, Miss Qing Qing usually wouldn't sleep with him because her price was outrageously high. She had offered a hundred million. No one would be willing to spend a hundred million to sleep with a woman, but talking to a woman full of connections and wisdom was a very happy thing.    

"I'm sorry, but Lady Qing Qing has an appointment tonight."    

Ka-cha! *    

Seeing that Uncle Ming was unhappy, Uncle Ming actually already knew that this girl, Qing Qing, wanted to be intimate with her. This time, he had come with a dream, if Qing Qing didn't come, he would be very unhappy, and their cooperation might be affected to a certain extent.    

Wong Ming bellowed: "Isn't my face enough?"    

"Not enough."    

The beautiful woman answered honestly and said softly: "Young Master Wong, the identity that Miss Qing Qing had arranged for today is very important. Miss Qing Qing Qing had begged many times to get the chance to meet him. I hope Young Master Wong understands. "    

He did not know if the beautiful waitress would not know how to speak, but Wong Ming was very angry.    

He got up and said in a cold voice, "I want to see who has that much face."    

The beautiful waitress wanted to stop them, but Wong Ming led his two bodyguards and rushed towards Miss Qing Qing's location aggressively.    

In a luxurious and spacious room.    

A gorgeous beauty let out a breath of smoke elegantly and smiled, "Young Master Yang, you're finally willing to show your face to this little girl."