Chapter Thirteen: The Super Invincible Supreme Demon Lord – The Beautiful Young Lady

"Just follow me when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Am I going to eat you or something? And you call yourself a bodyguard? With courage like that, how are you going to protect me? If someone tries to hurt me one day, will I have to protect you instead?" Ye Qian, seeing that Long Fei was finally a little afraid of her, almost wanted to burst out laughing for the sake of maintaining her image.

When Long Fei’s expression returned to normal and he even smiled a little, Ye Qian cursed inwardly, "Go ahead and laugh now. Soon, you’ll be crying so hard you won’t even be able to shed tears."

Ye Qian turned and glared fiercely at Long Fei, but before she could say anything, Qi Yufei poked her head out from the kitchen. Seeing Ye Qian and Long Fei heading out of the living room together, she asked curiously, "Qian, where are you two off to?"

"Mom, I’m just having Long Fei accompany me for a walk. Right, Long Fei?" She batted her eyes at Long Fei meaningfully, the threat in her gaze unmistakable. Long Fei could only nod.

"Alright, but don’t be long. Come back for dinner. I’ll make something delicious for you tonight!" With that, Qi Yufei disappeared back into the kitchen.

At the door, Ye Qian turned and said in a low, harsh voice, "Long Fei, at least you know your place!"

The Dream Garden estate was like a vision: winding streams, little bridges, artificial hills, fountains, pavilions and towers, lush with shade trees—stepping inside felt like entering a fairyland.

On the outdoor plaza, stylish lounge chairs with umbrellas were set up beside an artificial swimming pool. Long Fei couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to swim here with this fiery-tempered beauty in a bikini—better yet, swim naked. What a tantalizing sight that would be.

Aside from a less-than-ample bosom, Ye Qian’s figure was flawless: those long, shapely legs, porcelain skin, and a figure that would drive anyone mad (if you overlooked the chest). In Long Fei’s opinion, viewing a beauty like Ye Qian from behind was best—no regrets about her chest, and instead he could feast his eyes on her swaying hips and the sexy legs revealed beneath her pale blue dress.

They crossed the plaza, turned left, and walked down a shaded path. Ye Qian led Long Fei to a grassy lawn behind the villa where a handsome young man was already standing.

As Ye Qian approached with Long Fei, the man hurried over to greet her.

Long Fei noticed that this man, even better-looking than himself, was about twenty-five. He wore a white shirt, black trousers, and high-top leather shoes—a bodyguard from the villa, no doubt. From the way he stood at attention, Long Fei could tell he was ex-military; such a perfect stance only came from years of training.

"Long Fei, come here," Ye Qian called, a trace of excitement and smugness in her eyes.

Long Fei smiled mildly, "Miss Ye, what are you planning?"

"You want to be my personal bodyguard, don’t you? Fine. First, you’ll have to beat Liu Wei," she said, pointing to the handsome man.

So this man was Liu Wei.

The moment he heard he was to spar with Long Fei, Liu Wei quickly shook his head. He wasn’t stupid—if he won, wouldn’t he become Ye Qian’s personal bodyguard? But…

"Liu Wei, are you a man or not? Don’t you like me? You know this Long Fei, he’s only just arrived today but he’s already tried to take advantage of me several times. If you’re a man, help me teach him a lesson. Or do you want to stand by and watch this pervert harass me every day?" Ye Qian, determined to get her way, didn’t hesitate to throw Long Fei under the bus, giving him no chance to defend himself, and continued, "And let me make it clear—if you beat Long Fei and teach him a good lesson, I’ll let you be my personal bodyguard. Isn’t that exactly what you want?"

Liu Wei’s face turned crimson and he stammered, not knowing what to say. It was true he liked Ye Qian, but he’d never told anyone. How did she know? He was at a loss, but when she accused Long Fei of harassing her and egged him on, he suddenly looked like an enraged bull, eyes wild, glaring at Long Fei, all friendliness gone.

There was no use explaining now—Liu Wei had lost all reason, and any explanation would fall on deaf ears. The only thing to do was face him head-on, not only to foil Ye Qian’s scheme but to disillusion Liu Wei about her. To be toyed with so easily by this witch—he was too naive, no match for Ye Qian, let alone hoping to win her over.

Long Fei shook his head and said to Liu Wei with a smile, "Do you believe what she says?"

"I—I do!" Liu Wei replied, glancing at Ye Qian. She truly was his kryptonite; just one smile from her and he felt he’d die for her without regret.

Such a lovesick fool!

But to Long Fei, this man was no smarter than a pig. Not that he meant to insult him—if all men who fell for Ye Qian’s tricks were pigs, then the world would be a kingdom of swine and men would be a rare species indeed.

"So you’re going to do as she says and teach me a lesson?" Long Fei grinned.

"Well… I’m the Ye family’s bodyguard, so I have to follow her orders. Sorry, brother! Let’s just go easy on each other, alright?" Liu Wei seemed a little guilty, aware he was just being used, but perhaps he simply wanted to stand up for Ye Qian.

Long Fei nodded. At least this man had a conscience—he wouldn’t need to be too harsh in their bout, though punishment was certainly in order.

"No going easy! If you don’t beat him till he looks like a pig, I won’t forgive you!" Ye Qian gave Liu Wei a final pep talk, clear in her threat.

"Come on, no need to go easy. Use all your strength—though you’re not going to beat me anyway!" Long Fei rolled up his sleeves, smiling at the two, as if he didn’t take either of them seriously.

"Bragging, are you? Hmph! Liu Wei, beat him so badly he can’t take care of himself. Give him a pair of black eyes and I’ll give you ten thousand yuan. Smash his nose and I’ll make it twenty. Knock out a tooth, a thousand. Break a bone, fifty thousand!" Rich people really did things differently—even before the fight began, Ye Qian was offering bounties that tempted even Long Fei.

Long Fei complained, "This is a competition. If I win, how much will you pay me?"

"As if you could win! Stop dreaming," Ye Qian scoffed.

Long Fei laughed, "You don’t know anything. Watch me teach you how to fight. Have you ever seen a pig knock down a mountain? You think he can beat me? You overestimate him. I promise, he won’t last three moves."

"In that case, I look forward to your techniques," Liu Wei replied, face darkening at the insult, but quickly regaining his composure. He stared at Long Fei, unblinking, as if nothing else existed.

Long Fei was taken aback—Liu Wei was no pushover. He stood like a true master, every apparent weakness actually a trap, his defense flawless.

Long Fei nodded, his own expression turning serious. It wasn’t that Liu Wei’s skills required caution, but as a fellow martial artist, Long Fei respected a worthy opponent.

"Fight already! Why are you circling each other? If you don’t, I’m leaving—this is boring!" Ye Qian was impatient, watching Liu Wei circle Long Fei several times without attacking.

What she didn’t know was that Liu Wei was already at a disadvantage—his breathing, his footwork, all controlled by Long Fei. He wanted to break the stalemate but couldn’t find an opening. After nearly a decade of training, he now felt like a rank amateur.

Long Fei stood in a similarly casual stance, seemingly full of openings. But every ‘weakness’ was a trap—any attack would be met with danger.

Seeing Liu Wei sweating profusely, Long Fei didn’t want to drag this out. Suddenly, he called, "Careful!" and moved.

In martial arts, speed is everything.

Long Fei knew this well. Whenever he attacked, he used his speed to the fullest. He moved like a blur—so fast it was as if he hadn’t moved at all. By the time he returned to his spot, Liu Wei had already been kicked far away.

Clutching his groin with both hands, Liu Wei’s face was one of shock and pain.

The Deadly Low Kick—a move of Long Fei’s own invention, aimed mercilessly at a man’s most vulnerable spot. Many a master had fallen to this ruthless attack.

But to be fair, in anyone else’s hands, such a move wouldn’t have been nearly as effective. Only someone with Long Fei’s speed could pull it off consistently.

"You’re despicable! Shameless!" Ye Qian shouted, having only seen a blur before Liu Wei was sent flying. The area he’d been struck left no doubt as to the nature of the attack.

Long Fei remained unfazed. "Third rule of a bodyguard—act swiftly and decisively, leaving your opponent no chance to react or retaliate."

"But he’s not an enemy. Why were you so vicious?" Ye Qian pressed, though inwardly she was impressed, even intrigued, by Long Fei’s ruthless efficiency. Why was his move so much more effective than her own attempts at the same attack?

"First rule of a bodyguard—never strike unless necessary. But once you do, there are no friends or foes, young or old; your only goal is to incapacitate or destroy your opponent," Long Fei replied, unyielding.

"Liu Wei, is that true?" Ye Qian turned to Liu Wei for confirmation.

Still doubled over in pain, Liu Wei managed a weak nod.

"Serves you right! Hmph, Long Fei, just you wait. If I can’t put you in your place, then I’m no supreme, invincible, demon queen!" With that, Ye Qian stormed off without looking back.

Long Fei savored the moment. Damn, that girl’s threats were impressive—just a bit long-winded. Wouldn’t ‘little witch’ be simpler?

As always, whatever comes, I’ll deal with it. Let’s see if she can really get the better of me. And if she tries to force herself on me, well, I’m not afraid! If you enjoyed this, don’t forget to bookmark!