Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 88

After finishing his phone call with Sister Hong, Chen Li, who was sitting cross-legged, was preparing to carefully condense his qi to enter a meditative state when his eyes suddenly opened:

"Oh no, there's something dirty!"

He sensed a strange aura approaching the villa. Regardless of whether it was coming for him, he had to be careful.

Thinking that Chen Jia was still sleeping upstairs, Chen Li got up and walked out of the tea room.

"Um--"

Chen Jiamei stretched lazily.

Seeing that Chen Li was not there, she got up, put on her bathrobe, poured a glass of water, and sat down on the lounge chair on the balcony.

The night view of Bihu Longting Villa District is particularly beautiful. Under the lights, it looks like an exquisite garden, and you can even overlook half of the dazzling city of lights. You can't imagine how wonderful it is.

She turned on her camera, snapped a few photos, selected a few she liked, edited them, and posted them on her WeChat Moments.

She clicked on a photo of a tree-lined path not far from downstairs, which looked particularly stylish and beautiful under the warm orange light.

A patrol car with its lights flashing is seen speeding past in the photo.

"Huh, what's this?"

Chen Jia double-clicked the screen to zoom in on the photo.

Behind the maple trees along the tree-lined path stood a figure with red eyes that were clearly visible in the night, and he was looking directly at the camera.

"Wait, is he looking at me?"

Chen Jia suddenly realized the problem, quickly looked up, and looked carefully, but found no one.

I was quite scared at first, but curiosity overcame my fear, so I stood up, held onto the railing, leaned out, and looked around.

"There's no one here. Could they be security personnel as well?"

Chen Jia muttered to himself, then looked down and saw a tall, burly man in a black suit with bloodshot eyes and bulging black veins on his face and neck, looking just like a bio-engineered demon.

Just by looking into each other's eyes, Chen Jia was almost out of his mind.

"Ah—a ghost!"

She screamed, staggered backward, and plopped back down in her original spot.

The devil downstairs took a few running steps, leaped, and with amazing jumping power, effortlessly jumped up to the second floor and pounced on Chen Jia.

Despite his fear, Chen Jia didn't lose his temper. He grabbed a teacup and threw it at the other person.

boom!

The glass shattered, and tea splashed everywhere.

Taking advantage of the other party's hesitation, Chen Jia ran back to the bedroom from the balcony and casually pulled up the tempered glass sliding door, which would automatically lock once pulled up.

When only a crack remained, a pale hand with prominent veins blocked the door. Its fingernails were jet black, sharp, long, and gleamed with an eerie, cold light.

"ah--"

Chen Jia was so frightened that her scalp tingled, and she screamed and ran out of the bedroom.

She was no match for the devil. Before she could run two steps, the devil in the black suit seemed to teleport, appearing behind her in the blink of an eye and reaching out to grab the back of her neck.

She could even sense the chilling aura emanating from its claws, as if several bloody holes would appear on her neck at any moment.

Am I going to die?

A thought flashed through Chen Jia's mind.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Just as she was feeling desolate and desperate, Chen Li's voice rang out. The next moment, he brushed past her, grabbed her strange claws, and twisted them sharply, making a crackling sound.

"roar--"

The devil in the black suit roared angrily, his breath reeking of a foul stench.

Chen Li swept his leg across the room with a powerful and domineering kick, sending the man in the black suit flying backward and crashing into the garden, knocking down a patch of flowers and trees.

Two patrolling security guards heard the sounds of fighting and rushed over:

"Mr. Chen, what happened?"

They looked up at Chen Li, who was standing on the second-floor balcony, and asked him.

"He broke into a private residence and intended to kill someone."

Chen Li pointed to the man in the black suit who was getting up from the ground.

kill?

That's pretty cool!

The two security guards pulled out their stun guns and saw that the man was wearing a black suit, his exposed skin was covered with black vein patterns, and he exuded a black aura. He was simply a cultist!

While calling for backup, they blocked the cultists from the left and right; if they escaped, they would be in trouble.

They're being incredibly naive.

The devil had no intention of leaving. He rushed forward and punched one of the security guards in the chest, breaking several of his sternums and causing a dent in his chest.

puff--

The security guard coughed up blood and flew backward.

Another security guard gritted his teeth and jabbed the electric baton, which was crackling with electricity, into the devil's lower back.

Let alone ordinary people, even martial artists would be stunned on the spot if they were hit like that.

To his surprise, the cultist was unharmed; instead, he became even more agitated, swiftly turning around and slashing his throat with a claw, tearing his trachea out, blood gushing out.

On the balcony, Chen Jia saw this scene and was so frightened that she covered her head with her hands and screamed.

She didn't shy away, standing motionless, seemingly wanting to see what would happen next—a typical case of someone who's bad at the game but has a strong addiction.

The security guards who rushed to the scene got out of their car and saw the gruesome deaths of their two colleagues. The scene was so shocking that they looked at each other, and no one dared to rush forward recklessly.

You can find another job, but you can never get your life back.

The man in the black suit yelled a warning at the security guards who had surrounded him, then turned and ran toward the balcony. He leaped onto the balcony, intending to fight Chen Li again.

Chen Li didn't want to waste time with him, so just as the other man was about to cross the balcony railing, he kicked him.

The black-suited demon slammed back to the ground once more.

Chen Li landed right after him.

The man in the black suit, like a tireless and painless killing machine, scrambled to his feet again, roaring furiously as he launched an attack on Chen Li.

Chen Li picked up a branch as thick as his wrist, used it as a spear, and thrust it out swiftly.

whoosh-

The broken branch, sharp as a spearhead, pierced the heart of the black-suited devil, striking from the front and exiting from the back.

The offensive operations of both sides came to an abrupt halt.

Chen Li stepped forward and gently pushed the black-clad demon who was petrified. Under everyone's gaze, the brutal and fierce cultist fell backward to the ground.

The security guards gasped in shock. The man was dead?

The most excited person was Chen Jia, who was standing on the second-floor balcony. She had never imagined that there was such profound skill in the world. She used to think that what was shown in movies and TV shows was fictional.

She gained a deeper understanding of the phrase "seeing is believing".

What made her ecstatic was that the man she had slept with that afternoon was incredibly powerful, almost superhuman, and both handsome and cool; she was completely captivated.

Chen Li stepped forward and carefully examined the deceased.

Judging from his appearance, this person is controlled by the Corpse-Controlling Gu, and the mastermind behind it is very likely from the Southern Frontier.

Master Guigu was from the southern border region, and his disciple Ye Qinglian was naturally proficient in Gu techniques. With this in mind, many things became clear, but some further investigation was needed.

Chen Li squatted down next to the corpse, pried open the deceased's jaw and took a look. There were no traces of Gu worms crawling in the mouth, and the venomous fang sac was intact.

This indicates that the Gu controlling this body is not in the cranial cavity, but rather deeper within the torso.

"Bring me a knife, a short knife will do," he said without looking up.