Urban Ace Bodyguard

Wang Dajun truly lived up to his reputation as a hardened special forces elite, unfazed by the incoming attack, he calmly stared at the dagger, slightly shifted his body to dodge, then raised his leg and swept at the opponent's waist.

The opponent was also highly skilled, standing his ground, and with arms more robust and powerful than Wang Dajun's, he intercepted the attack, landing a heavy punch on Wang Dajun's chest, with a "thump."

Stumbling backward, a trickle of blood slowly extended from the corner of Wang Dajun's mouth.

"Dude, Captain Wang just took one from the other guy, bleeding from the mouth for real," Lin Hai exclaimed while staring at the surveillance feed on the tablet.

Ouyang Xiaoya's forehead creased in frustration, wanting to severely scold Lin Hai, yet her focus was entirely on the surveillance footage, not wanting to miss a second of the details.

As the two sides clashed again, this time Wang Dajun's dagger flew wildly, cold lights flashing; Ouyang Xiaoya covered her mouth in surprise, not expecting the usually stern Captain Wang to be so formidable.

"Captain Wang is the man, oh damn, the guy in black is flanking from behind, Captain Wang might get doubled, and that's the rhythm of a violent clash!" Lin Hai blurted out again.

Ouyang Xiaoya felt like her head was about to explode, but the clash on the monitor drew her back to keep watching.

The situation for Wang Dajun was dire; the enemy's strength was fearsome, and he was already struggling to cope with one, the addition of another made him retreat steadily, barely managing to hold on, even his arm was bleeding.

"Shoot, Hei is dishing out crazily from underneath Big Hei's legs, blasting Captain Wang into a steady retreat, this is not the time to back down, retreat any further and they'll be in our office!" Lin Hai rattled off nonstop, almost causing Ouyang Xiaoya to choke him.

"Shut up! Do you have any conscience? Captain Wang is down there fighting for his life, and you're too scared to help, but you're still blabbering nonsense, what are you really trying to say?" Ouyang Xiaoya glared at Lin Hai with frosty eyes, word by word.

Lin Hai scratched his head awkwardly and spoke softly, "Wife, I was wrong. I just wanted to ease your nerves; a fashion magazine said stress can make women age faster…"

"Fashion magazine! Speed up aging! What on earth is going on in your head?" Ouyang Xiaoya felt helpless and annoyed at him.

In the surveillance footage, the attacks from the two opponents became more frenzied and vicious; daggers and cold lights flashed, dazzling the viewer. Their movement techniques, angles, techniques, and power shocked everyone. Ouyang Xiaoya felt that after watching a battle of this caliber, she wouldn't need to go to Hollywood blockbusters anymore. Visit My Virtual Library Empire (M_VLEMPYR) for more.

However, as Wang Dajun kept retreating, blood from his wounds splattered over the floor. At this rate of decline, he would soon be defeated utterly—this wasn't a game; there was only one outcome to losing—death.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Xiaoya bit her lip, her eyes beginning to redden slightly. Even though Wang Dajun was at a clear disadvantage, he showed no sign of retreat, still fighting desperately to create a strong defense line for the path to their office.

"Ah." Lin Hai let out a deep sigh, filled with vicissitude, loss, and the sentiment of being forgotten and then coming back.

Ouyang Xiaoya looked at Lin Hai, puzzled. At this moment, he lacked his usual carefree demeanor, instead exuding the lonely melancholy of a master—after the glory comes the vicissitudes of life, as if a sword hidden in its sheath was eager to unsheathe.

Could this guy actually be a hidden master? Could it really be this melodramatic? Ouyang Xiaoya stared at Lin Hai, pondering.

"Wife, things have come to this; I have to say something..." Lin Hai lowered his head, with a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, giving off an unfathomable vibe.

"You? What do you want to say?" Ouyang Xiaoya took him seriously for once and responded.

"Whew!" Taking a deep breath, Lin Hai raised his head and pointed at the surveillance video on the tablet, saying, "Actually, I wanted to tell you, Captain Wang is about to give first blood, and at most he can hold out for another three to five minutes before getting taken away."

"!!!!"

Ouyang Xiaoya almost spit blood on the tablet, her pretty face turned furious, and she almost ground her teeth to pieces, thinking he was about to say something significant!

"Don't be mad, wife. I have more to say," Lin Hai raised his hand to stop her.

"What else do you want to say? Like you could say anything worthwhile," Ouyang Xiaoya looked at Lin Hai with sadness and disappointment.

"Wife, what I meant to say is… oh, my stomach suddenly hurts so much, wife, may I pop to the restroom?" Lin Hai clutched his stomach.

"You're not just trying to slip away, are you?" Ouyang Xiaoya's bright eyes shone with deep suspicion.

Lin Hai shook his head with an incredulous expression, saying sternly, "Wife, don't question my character. I merely had a stomach ache and went to the restroom. While there, I took the chance to find some tools and headed downstairs to rescue Captain Wang."

"Also, if you see the situation turn sour, call the police right away, then escape through the ventilation duct. Don't worry about my life or death. If I die, remember to burn more beauties and wine for me. If I live, I hope you'll reconsider your opinion of me. I'm off, wife."

Having said that, Lin Hai, with his back to Ouyang Xiaoya, pushed open the office door and walked towards the restroom, his whole demeanor exuded a solemn heroism like a warrior who never returns from the battlefield.

Ouyang Xiaoya stared blankly at Lin Hai's retreating figure, thinking to herself, could it be that she had misunderstood this man? Although he knows it's impossible, he still chooses to do it. With his meager skills, isn't going down there akin to seeking death? Yet he still leaves without hesitation to protect her, but is it worth it?

Deep in her heart, something stirred, unsettling her inner peace. She lowered her head to look at the surveillance footage again—Wang Dajun had reached his limits, one arm dangling as if broken, his body covered in blood like a red human figure. The black tactical vest had become tattered cloth hanging from his body, revealing gory wounds with blood gushing out.

...

Three minutes later, Wang Dajun completely lost his ability to fight, leaning against the wall with nowhere to run, panting heavily, his chest heaving with pain etched across his face.

Two black-clad figures approached him threateningly, their eyes filled with cruelty.

"Lin Hai, how are you still in the restroom? Where are you? Hurry and save Wang Dajun!" At this moment, Ouyang Xiaoya's heart was in her throat. She hurriedly ran towards the restroom, ready to urge Lin Hai on. She couldn't just stand by and watch Wang Dajun be killed. She was even ready to risk her own life, even though her combat capabilities were probably not worth an opponent's finger.

Clang! Pushing open the men's restroom door, Ouyang Xiaoya was stunned—the restroom was empty, not a soul in sight.

A look of disbelief and disappointment flashed in her eyes as she stood motionless at the door of the men's restroom.

"He actually ran away at the crucial moment, and he lied to me, saying he was going to the restroom! Liar! Bastard! Scum! Lower than pigs and dogs!" Tears began to form in Ouyang Xiaoya's eyes. Was this man really her fiancé?

Feeling as if all strength had drained from her body, Ouyang Xiaoya, clutching her tablet, slumped to the ground. After a moment, a look of extreme anger and disgust flickered across her eyes. Biting her teeth, she picked up a mop and prepared to go to Wang Dajun's rescue. As the president, she wouldn't allow her subordinate to die for her while she hid in a corner—that wasn't her stubborn and uncompromising nature, Ouyang Xiaoya!

"Die!" A thin man in black, behind the ski mask, grinned cruelly, revealing his white teeth, the sharp and cold dagger aimed viciously at the major artery in Wang Dajun's neck and stabbed down hard.

Ouyang Xiaoya, with a mop handle in hand, headed downstairs while keeping an eye on the surveillance footage on the tablet. When she saw that scene, she let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The black-clad figure paused at the scream, the dagger did not plunge down, and he turned his head slightly towards the staircase, spotting the pale-faced Ouyang Xiaoya, excitement gleaming in his eyes, and said to his companion, "It's the target!"

His massive companion immediately focused on Ouyang Xiaoya, pointing at Wang Dajun and saying, "Forget this dead dog, let's deal with the target first!"

"Alright, big bro!" The thin figure in black chuckled wickedly, brandishing the dagger like a wolf pouncing on its prey, moving to strike Ouyang Xiaoya, whom he deemed as helpless as a lamb, aiming for a fatal blow.

Ouyang Xiaoya's mop handle was instantly knocked away, and as she collapsed to the ground, her beautiful eyes showed the look of despair, along with a trace of anger and disappointment towards Lin Hai for his desertion in the face of battle, before she closed her eyes in resignation, awaiting death.

The thin black-clad man's eyes gleamed with excitement, the one hundred million US dollars bonus was as good as his, he could enjoy several years of luxurious life once this job was done.

As life and death hung in balance, suddenly, the black-clad man felt a threat that seemed to emanate from deep within his soul.

Without a second thought to killing Ouyang Xiaoya, the thin man twisted sharply, his body contorting at an odd angle, barely dodging the blow, and where he had evaded, the steps were smashed to pieces by a powerful punch.

Bang!

A man nearly two meters tall, wearing a broad black windbreaker with an ancient bronze grim mask, stood on the ground, shielding Ouyang Xiaoya. His presence, even from a distance, seemed to suffocate even the other black-clad assassin.

"Who are you?!" The black-clad thin assassin, regaining his footing, asked warily.

"Battle Lord, Umbrella Emperor, Yahweh, Death God, Netherworld Angel," came the raspy voice from beneath the mask, listing the names of the world's top elite killers from various assassin organizations. Anyone of them could send a nation on edge with their mere presence.

"Are you one of them?" The thin figure in black tensed up and became visibly frightened upon hearing these names.

"None of them. They aren't even worthy to carry my shoes," the voice spoke through the cold mask, devoid of emotion, yet the words carried an undeniable arrogance and overwhelming pride.