My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 117 Remember to Turn on the Insurance

Everyone clearly deduced that the speaker was Su Xuan, which meant he was unharmed.

"What exactly is going on here?" Kameda Toshiro, the person involved, was also dumbfounded.

He seemed to have drawn his sword hastily, but years of training had allowed that strike to be extraordinarily fast. He was confident that no one could dodge his sword.

"It looks like you ninjas endure pain quite well, just look at your hand, and you’ll understand," Su Xuan said helplessly.

Shush!

Everyone’s gaze turned toward Kameda Toshiro’s sword-holding hand only to see a bleeding, severed arm, with his hand unnaturally bent and cut off by his own sword, falling to the ground.

"Ah, how is this possible? I clearly struck you with that blade, how could it have cut off my own hand?" Kameda Toshiro clutched his severed arm and staggered backward as if he had gone mad.

A sneer crossed Su Xuan’s face, "It’s quite simple, really. Your sword’s speed surpassed your eyes’ ability to track, but it did not surpass mine. I merely changed its direction when your sword was about to hit me."

"Impossible, that’s absolutely impossible! With the speed of my Sword Drawing Style, even the top ninjas can’t possibly alter the sword’s direction at its peak speed," Kameda Toshiro said, his psyche already somewhat deranged by the shock.

If he had been simply defeated, perhaps he would have had the courage to fight for his life, but now that his opponent had effortlessly neutralized his trump technique, he could not think of anything to counter Su Xuan with.

Such a blow was a deadly strike to the soul; even if Su Xuan didn’t kill Kameda Toshiro, he probably wouldn’t have the courage to pick up a sword again in his life.

"It’s all an illusion, I refuse to believe you could defeat us both, now face this move!" Kumada Masanou, suppressing the fear deep inside him, raised his Japanese sword and rushed at Su Xuan like a madman.

Su Xuan shook his head; he no longer had the courage to entertain these two scoundrels. When Kumada Masanou was still five meters away, Su Xuan suddenly flicked a Japanese sword with a severed hand attached with the tip of his foot. With a kick, the sword whizzed like an arrow released from a bow, piercing straight into Kumada Masanou’s heart.

"Killing you with my own hands, I’d fear dirtying them, now I can only resolve it using your own swords," Su Xuan stated, no longer paying attention to the two dead ninjas, and walked straight toward Long Tian.

His most significant reliance being effortlessly killed by Su Xuan, Long Tian’s mental defenses had completely collapsed, discarding every ounce of dignity, power, and position he held.

Thud! Long Tian didn’t choose to flee, perhaps knowing full well he couldn’t escape, and actually knelt down on the spot.

"Young Master Su, I beg you to spare me. Your father’s affair truly has nothing to do with me; it was all an evil scheme concocted by the Wang family. As long as you don’t kill me, I can offer you money, everything you desire," he pleaded.

"Can you truly offer everything I want?" Su Xuan asked playfully, looking at the once overbearing Dragon Head of Qingshan City on the phone.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!"

Long Tian nodded his head vigorously as Su Xuan softened his stance, "With my status in Qingshan City, there’s nothing I can’t get. I can provide you with money, women, power; just name it, and I will fulfill your wishes."

With both ninjas dead, Long Tian completely lost his backbone, but Su Xuan presented a new opportunity. If he could use this man, all his dreams might be realized.

Moreover, in his opinion, Su Xuan was a straightforward man of brawn but not brains. He felt controlling such a person was entirely within his capabilities.

"Actually, there really is one thing I want. If you can provide it, I might just forgive everything you’ve done," Su Xuan said, stroking his chin, appearing rather agreeable.

The previously tense atmosphere suddenly seemed to ease, and Long Tian’s bodyguards let out a sigh of relief.

However, Lin Mengru was quite dissatisfied and shouted at Su Xuan, "Su Xuan, you bastard! This old bastard almost ruined us sisters, and you’re still negotiating with him."

"Ru, what are you talking about? Su Xuan has his own plans," Lin Mengxue supported Su Xuan wholeheartedly.

Su Xuan didn’t care, giving Lin Mengru a reassuring smile, "Don’t worry, the thing I want, you’ll definitely be satisfied."

Long Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calming himself down while patting his chest, "Young Master Su, just say what it is you want, I can give it to you."

"Alright, then give me your head," Su Xuan said nonchalantly.

"Right, I’ll give it right now..." Long Tian initially wanted to agree, but halfway through his sentence, he realized what was being asked and looked horrified, "Young Master Su, can a person live without a head?"

"Based on experience, I guess not," Su Xuan pondered, then patted Long Tian’s shoulder encouragingly, "But, you can always try, right? Maybe you can create a miracle, who knows?"

Seeing the innocently smiling Su Xuan, Long Tian realized he had been thoroughly duped.

Such humiliation unleashed the deep-seated ferocity within him, "Young Master Su, since you put it that way, I think it’s best we stop talking."

"Talking with a dead man indeed serves no purpose," Su Xuan nodded.

Long Tian’s pupils shrank slightly, and he slowly reached into his pocket, his face regaining a pleading expression, "I’m about to die anyway, could you let me say goodbye to my family?"

"Of course." Su Xuan saw through all of Long Tian’s small movements but did not point them out.

"Thank you so much."

Long Tian bowed repeatedly to Su Xuan, slowly backing away. The moment he turned, he signaled his confidants with body language. At the same time, his right hand suddenly pulled out a small silver gun aimed at Su Xuan, "Attack."

Clang!

In an instant, more than a dozen dark handguns were aimed at Su Xuan, with fingers all on the triggers.

What had been Long Tian’s sour expression was now one of immense pride, "Su Xuan, you should be convinced now. Today I want to teach you a lesson. No matter how nimble a person is, he can’t be faster than a gun."

"Is that so?" Su Xuan said indifferently, "I want to teach you a lesson too. When a person is most proud, that’s when his death approaches."

"The one who should be dying now is you. I don’t believe you can be faster than the dozen guns we hold. Even if you were faster, those two women of yours wouldn’t be," Long Tian said viciously.

In the underworld, he knew very well how to use someone’s family to threaten them.

Su Xuan shook his head, looking at Long Tian with pity, making Long Tian feel uneasy inside.

"Looking at me like that won’t help unless you chop off your arms and legs right now, or my men will shoot immediately," Long Tian roared, the pressure from Su Xuan being too much for him.

"If you want to shoot, just go ahead, but now you can die," Su Xuan hesitated no more and grabbed Long Tian’s throat.

"Sta—" Long Tian managed to utter only a syllable before becoming silent; his throat was clutched shut. But his eyes revealed a trace of madness because he knew Su Xuan would definitely be riddled with bullets.

Click, click!

Immediately afterward, the sound of fingers pulling triggers was heard, but not a single bullet was fired, as if all the handguns had jammed.

"This..." Long Tian squeezed out a word, his eyes protruding with unwilling disbelief.

"Because their guns weren’t off safety, I wanted you to die understanding that," Su Xuan said as his fingers abruptly tightened—click—a sound, and Long Tian’s neck was twisted, causing him to collapse limply.

The remaining dozen gunmen, reminded by Su Xuan’s words, frantically tried to disengage their guns’ safeties, but Su Xuan gave them no further chance.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of rapid gunshots rang out. Su Xuan, holding the silver handgun taken from Long Tian, began firing frantically.

As the gunfire faded, each of the dozen bodyguards had a new red blood hole on their foreheads. At that moment, their hands were either still on their guns’ safeties or had just disengaged them, yet none had managed to fire their loaded bullets.

In a country where guns are banned, the greatest use of a handgun is to intimidate; usually, just brandishing one is enough to deter any action, hence the guns were all on safety.

Only someone specially trained like Su Xuan would instinctively disengage the safety and fire at the moment of drawing the gun.

Long Tian’s mistake was treating Su Xuan like an ordinary opponent.

Thud, thud, thud!

A nearly synchronized series of thuds sounded as the dozen bodyguards collapsed almost at the same time, with less than a second between the first and the last to fall, showing just how fast Su Xuan was at firing.

"Alright, didn’t mean to startle you two. Let’s hurry on," Su Xuan said nonchalantly, smiling as he walked over to the sisters.

Seeing the dozen bodies behind Su Xuan and his sunny smile, Lin Mengxue felt a sense of dissonance. She couldn’t quite grasp which one was the real Su Xuan.

Was he the cold, ruthless assassin, or this sunny-smiled young man, or perhaps the tease who always managed to make every situation about physical contact?

"I think we’d better hurry on too, this place is too creepy," Lin Mengru, whose nerves were clearly thicker, found herself more excited the more capable Su Xuan proved, without considering the serious consequences of the situation.