The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

When the sound of the gunshot echoed, Liu Tong closed her eyes in despair, her heart filled with regret.

If she hadn't nagged her father for days, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to provide her with a gun—it was all because she had been too willful.

Now it was too late for regrets, not only had she caused the death of an innocent person, but she had also ruined her own life.

Moreover, this incident would implicate her father as well.

Thinking of the terrible consequences, Liu Tong wished she had been shot dead as well.

"Ouch, it hurts like hell!"

Just as Liu Tong was engulfed in despair, Scarface Man clutched his foot and screamed in agony.

"Buddy, be careful, it can fire easily," Wang Dadong's lazy voice rose, holding Liu Tong's Type 54 pistol, with smoke still wafting from the barrel.

Scarface Man was terrified; the gun had just been in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, it ended up in the opponent's hand, and before he had time to see clearly, he was shot in the foot.

In a moment, the roles of hunter and prey had reversed.

Scarface watched the dark muzzle, not daring to breathe heavily.

"Want it? Here you go," Wang Dadong's fingers flicked a few times, and the Type 54 pistol that was intact just now was disassembled into a pile of parts.

Liu Tong was almost stupefied by what she saw; she knew how difficult it was to disassemble a Type 54 pistol.

In her criminal police brigade, the fastest person needed twelve seconds, while the world record was also more than six seconds.

But just now, Wang Dadong had disassembled her Type 54 in what seemed like only three seconds, and with just one hand!

Could this guy be some sort of terrorist or something? How else could he understand so much about guns?

"Don't want it?" Wang Dadong frowned and withdrew his hand.

Just as he retracted his hand, the disassembled Type 54 pistol once again transformed into a complete gun.

The next moment, the pistol firmly slid into the holster on the young policewoman's waist.

"Congratulations, you've cracked a drug trafficking case," Wang Dadong extinguished the cigarette butt in his other hand and smiled as he patted Liu Tong on the shoulder.

Liu Tong was completely stunned, and she was bewildered by Wang Dadong's words.

Hearing the words "drug trafficking," many thugs showed panicked expressions on their faces.

"Run!"

A few thugs suddenly bolted. Wang Dadong's fingers twitched slightly, and the thugs collapsed to the ground.

If one looked closely, they could see that a single strand of hair had been inserted into each thug's leg.

Several bags containing white powder tumbled out from the bodies of the thugs.

Liu Tong's eyes widened as if she realized something, and she drew her gun again, "Don't move!"

The thugs immediately froze, unable to move even if they wanted to, as their legs were numb and utterly devoid of strength.

"Reporting to the captain, I've caught a group of drug traffickers, requesting backup, location at…" Liu Tong held the gun with one hand and made a call with the other, reporting the situation to the criminal police brigade.

"Thank you so much today." It was not until several police cars approached from afar that Liu Tong's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she thanked Wang Dadong who was beside her.

If it hadn't been for Wang Dadong today, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, Liu Tong was surprised to find that Wang Dadong had already disappeared from her side.

"What? Failed? Useless thing!" Zhou Hang nearly smashed his phone upon receiving the news.

"Hmph, as long as you're still in Jinding, I have plenty of ways to deal with you," a cold smirk appeared on Zhou Hang's face.

Because of the delay on the road, Wang Dadong spent the rest of the way running back.

If Lin Shiyan had already returned and he hadn't, he might have been scolded again.

For ordinary people, a ten-kilometer journey is a marathon, but for Wang Dadong, it was basically no different from a walk.

As for those who were causing him trouble and the mastermind behind them, he was too lazy to delve deeper. At this level, they weren't worth his energy.

This was a display of his absolute confidence in his own strength.

Upon returning to the villa, he immediately noticed the untouched breakfast on the dining table.

He shook his head helplessly; melting this iceberg was not an easy task.

Wang Dadong wasn't particularly bothered by Lin Shiyan's personality.

He had seen many icebergs before, even some that were more daunting than Lin Shiyan.

That one, it was said, had never smiled since birth, and in her eyes, men were less than dogs.

In fact, to her, humans and beasts were not much different.

Yet, even such an iceberg had melted under his influence.

Sometime later, Wang Dadong had a long, blood-red broken sword appear in his hand.

His fingers gently caressed the incomplete blade, tenderly as if he were touching a lover.

"Master, I will definitely live on well and carry on your legacy." A tear slid secretly from Wang Dadong's eye corner, silent yet burning hot.

With a flick of his wrist, the Red Broken Sword disappeared as silently as it had appeared, as if it had never existed.

His face then regained a look of lazy decadence.

Lin Shiyan had not come back yet; she was probably working overtime.

For a woman to manage such a large company, an extraordinary amount of effort was absolutely necessary.

Indeed, Lin Shiyan often worked overtime until past nine o'clock.

He heated up Lin Shiyan's uneaten breakfast, and that became Wang Dadong's dinner for the evening.

After dinner, Wang Dadong opened all the rooms except for Lin Shiyan's.

Just as Lin Shiyan had said, the house had many rooms, but none had beds.

"Damn it, seems like I need to sleep on the floor again tonight." It wasn't that he didn't want to buy a bed, but rather, he was simply penniless.

Lin Shiyan's house was actually quite messy.

The several uninhabited rooms particularly were cluttered with assorted items and layered with thick dust.

The living room was somewhat better, but it was still filled with a fujoshi atmosphere.

The coffee table still had unfinished juice, and the sofa was carelessly littered with socks and dirty clothes that hadn't been washed yet.

"Well, let's clean up this sofa first, from now on, this will be my bed." Although sleeping on the floor didn't really affect Wang Dadong, he wasn't crazy enough to actually enjoy it.

It took him a good hour to clean all the rooms.

Looking at a storage box full of dirty clothes, a touch of pity crossed Wang Dadong's mind.

Lin Shiyan's home was messy and her clothes unwashed, not because she was lazy, but because she often got home well after ten o'clock from handling company matters; she had no time for these mundane tasks.

He moved the dirty clothes to the bathroom, preparing for a thorough wash.

After washing socks and dirty clothes, Wang Dadong was surprised to find another storage box.

"Asshole, what are you doing?"

The Female CEO's scream nearly pierced Wang Dadong's eardrums.