Strongest Guard

He wouldn't tell anyone!    

He would only bring this anger to heaven, and tell his great Lord why, when he raised his sword with both hands and was about to chop Shangdao Yinghua into two, a person suddenly appeared in the bushes.    

It was a young man, hidden in the bushes.    

After Shangdao Yinghua's long blade, which had been hidden and knocked into the bushes, was caught by him.    

After Shangdao Yinghua scrambled into the bushes, she threw herself onto his body. She was face to face with him and was hugged by his waist with her left hand.    

The postures of the men and women were very ambiguous, as if they were doing something shameful.    

When Mr. Cang He raised his blade to chop down, he also saw the man that was pressed down by Shangdao Yinghua.    

However, he did not care who this man was. His two hands hacked down with the longblade, but he did not stop at all. He used all of his strength.    

No matter who this man was!    

Even Master Zang He's father, as long as he showed up here, Zang He would chop him and Shangdao Yinghua into two and set up the mourning hall at home, wailing for my father …    

At that moment, not to mention Mr. Cang He's father, even the gods would not be able to block his full force saber!    

However, that bastard who was not his biological father actually lifted up his right foot and used the sole of his foot to block the blade.    

That was the main reason for Mr. Canghai's anger.    

He was dead!    

He couldn't understand how that fellow could use the soles of his feet to block his long blade.    

How can that be!?    

Lee Nanfang wouldn't tell him that this was the legendary Eighteen Fingers.    

Lee Nanfang raised his right foot. If there was anything wrong with the angle, his right foot would not be able to move. He would be hacked into two halves.    

Luckily, Lee Nanfang's luck had always been very good. Was this the reason why he liked to laugh?    

In any case, when Mr. Zang He's powerful, lightning-fast blade struck the spark stone on the sole of his right foot, his right foot promptly tilted upwards, causing the sole of his shoe to display a forty-five-degree angle, which was the best way to defuse the force, and avoided the sharp edge of the shoe. It seemed as if he was stepping on the edge of the blade, which resulted in the blade of Zang He's martial arts blade being slightly tilted and the heel of his shoe being cut off.    

Good saber!    

These two words, Lee Nanfang spoke it from the bottom of his heart.    

However, he would not give up on this killing intent just because of Mr. Cang He's good knife. He held Shangdao Yinghua's long blade with his right hand and raised it up in time.    

It could be said that he had used his full strength.    

Thus, Shangdao Yinghua's incomparably sharp long blade had smoothly stabbed into Mr. Zang He's heart and came out from his back.    

As a result, Mr. Zang He was like an engine that suddenly lost its power. He no longer had any power and could only stare angrily at Lee Nanfang, who died with grievance.    

The moment before his death, Mr. Cang He wanted to ask who Lee Nanfang was.    

Lee Nanfang could see the anger in his eyes.    

He could guess that the moment before his death, he must have been cursing Shangdao Yinghua for being a "warrior of the East Ocean." How could she have ambushed him and intentionally attracted him to this place, only to be stabbed to death when she thought that victory was within her grasp?    

Mr. Cang and Mr. He died with grievances. That was his business and had nothing to do with Lee Nanfang.    

Lee Nanfang was only concerned about how seriously injured Shangdao Yinghua was, so he whispered in her ear, "It's not convenient for me to show my face right now, you should leave. I'll come back to you in the evening. Oh, by the way, don't forget to get me a pair of shoes. I sacrificed my right shoe to save you. "    

Lee Nanfang didn't show himself because he didn't want the police, who were lurking in the jungle and closely monitoring this bloody battle, to know that Mr. Zang He was killed by him.    

That way, he would be watched by the police. When he came to Dongyang to do something, he would be in a lot of trouble.    

Furthermore, the fact that all of the survivors and the police had seen the Broken Knife Flow Sect Leader die in the hands of Shangdao Yinghua had greatly increased her "vicious reputation." In the future, if anyone tried to scheme against her, they would have to consider the consequences for themselves.    

Shangdao Yinghua was smart and quickly understood what Lee Nanfang meant. She suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and slowly stood up, leading her people away.    

Before Shangdao Yinghua had even walked down the valley, Lee Nanfang had already left the shrubbery, conveniently taking away Great Coler's sniper rifle.    

If the police were to find out about this thing, they would definitely find out more about it and use the fingerprints to track down the gunman.    

Shangdao Yinghua didn't care what the police would do with the subsequent matters of the Blue Orchid Valley.    

She had already advanced a large sum of money to the local authorities in order to clean up the mess.    

The local authorities had a good reputation. They were not some unscrupulous corrupt officials who would accept money but not work for others.    

The officials of Dongyang were all elites with bottom lines, principles, and integrity.    

Otherwise, how could he win the admiration of those big shots in the continent?    

Therefore, Shangdao Yinghua no longer needed to worry about what would happen after they successfully left the Blue Valley.    

On the way back to their residence, Shangdao Yinghua tried her best to suppress the ecstasy in her heart as she made over ten phone calls.    

Although she didn't need to finish her sentence, there were still many injured people in the valley.    

After all, after Nanfang's victory, he couldn't just forget those gangsters who sacrificed their lives for the organization, right?    

Victory.    

It was also a tragic victory.    

Killing one thousand enemies and self-inflicted eight hundred damage was a very suitable phrase to be used in this showdown between Nanfang and Broken Knife Flow.    

Fortunately, Lee Nanfang appeared in time and helped him get rid of Zang He.    

Otherwise, Gala and the rest, including Shangdao Yinghua, wouldn't have made it back alive today.    

Mr. Zang He should be a brave warrior, he clearly knew the importance of removing the roots of the grass. After the bloodbath, he would definitely lead the remaining people of Broken Knife Flow to heal the injured people of Nanfang's group.    

The outcome of this bloody battle would have greatly exceeded Mr. Cang He's expectations.    

Even after his death, he didn't believe that these scumbags like Nanfang could cause irreparable damage to the Broken Knife Flow right from the start, given that both sides had the same number of people.    

Speaking of which, it was the Broken Knife Flow that underestimated their enemies, which resulted in such a devastating outcome.    

Amongst the hundreds of men with Broken Knife Flow, who would have thought that among the people sent out by Nanfang's group, other than Shangdao Yinghua and her "Guard Group", every one of them harbored a blood feud with Broken Knife Flow?    

But even so, in the years to come, whenever Shangdao Yinghua thought of this bloody battle, she couldn't help but shudder in fear.    

Hatred was indeed the only thing that made Nanfang's group members fight for their lives.    

However, no matter how hateful they were, it was still not enough to affect the entire battle.    

Don't forget, when Shangdao Yinghua was chased to the point where she was forced into a miserable retreat, her remaining ten plus Broken Knife Flow disciples, after occupying the upper hand, hacked down more than a dozen of Nanfang's members within a few minutes.    

If Mr. Cang He could successfully kill her, then the only ones who would collapse immediately would be Gala and the rest.    

Let's take a look at the people who were able to leave Blue Valley. Which one of them wasn't riddled with scars?    

Even Shangdao Yinghua herself had more than twenty wounds on her body.    

The wound on her left shoulder almost tore her shoulder off.    

Fortunately, Nanfang had tens of thousands of children, and even if everyone who participated in the battle died valiantly, as long as Shangdao Yinghua could come back alive, she would only need to make a few phone calls and she would have over a hundred elite subordinates.    

Many big shots died after winning.    

This was because after the victory, the big shot's taut nerves had loosened and his vigilance had disappeared. This gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.    

Who could guarantee that they wouldn't send their death soldiers to ambush their boss's villa in order to kill her?    

Gala didn't want to create a regret that even if he fed the dog, he couldn't make up for it. When the car left Nanfang's hospital, he repeatedly called to ask about the safety of the hospital.    

After learning that it was absolutely safe and that no suspects were found within a five hundred meter radius of Lian Meng Mountain's boss' villa, Shangdao Yinghua was escorted home by a dozen cars and over a hundred capable men.    

By the time Shangdao Yinghua had dealt with the matters that had to be dealt with, the sky was already dark by the time the car arrived at the gate of the Lian Meng Mountain villa.    

The leader of the underlings that was in charge of the villa's safety immediately led seven or eight of his underlings, ran to the front of the car, and opened the door.    

Gala, who was sitting in the first passenger seat, jumped out. He glanced around and asked in a deep voice, "Are you alright?"    

"There's nothing wrong with me. I can guarantee it with my head."    

The leader immediately stuck out his chest and replied firmly, "After I received your call, I sent people to search every inch of the area within a few hundred meters. "Forget about lurking around, even a mouse should not be able to get within three hundred meters of the villa without permission."    

"Mm, not bad."    

This lackey of Gala was heavily supported after he came to Dongyang. He raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder to show his praise and then personally opened the back door of the car.    

A pair of brown riding boots slowly emerged from the car. It was as tall as a person's knee.    

The boss was about to get out of the car.    

In the past, the leaders responsible for the safety of their eldest brother's villa had obviously seen him more than once.    

However, it was very clear that when they saw their boss in the past, whether it was their mood or their eyes, they were not as cautious as they were now.    

He was even a little nervous.    

This was naturally because of the fact that Shangdao Yinghua had led a hundred people and annihilated an equal number of Broken Knife Flow.    

Ever since that battle, Shangdao Yinghua had not only completely solidified her position in the East Ocean underworld, her prestige had also risen to an unimaginable level in the hearts of her subordinates.    

Shangdao Yinghua had already bandaged her wounds and changed into a new set of clothes when she was in her hospital before returning home.    

Knee height, waist height, high heels, black tight-fitting leather pants, large tinted glasses, and a pair of black leather gloves — this clothing seemed to have become a classic requirement for all female bosses.    

They were awe-inspiring, cold, arrogant, sexy, and not to be looked up to.    

It always brought heavy psychological pressure to his subordinates, so he could only lower his head once again to show his absolute submission.    

"Disperse." "Gala, you're tired too. Don't be on duty yourself tonight."    

Shangdao Yinghua took off her sunglasses and spoke plainly. Without waiting for Gala to say anything, she walked towards the living room.    

This villa was made up of five floors, two floors and three floors.    

Shangdao Yinghua's bedroom was on the east side of the third floor.    

All the lights in the house were on, including the basement and the outdoor pool at the back.    

With enough light, there was no place for the darkness to hide.    

When Shangdao Yinghua walked into the living room, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She raised her hand as if she was about to turn off the lights, but then she pulled it back.    

Arriving at the door of the bedroom on the third floor, she looked at the glazed ceiling lamp, sighed softly, and then opened the door.    

The moment he opened the door, he heard a yawn coming from the bed.