X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 136 - 131: One-Hit Kill

The CEO’s action once again incited laughter from the employees, and Wang Bingbing grew even more infuriated, wishing she could skin Yun Xinyan alive right then and there, but unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength to do so.

With Ye Tian absent from the corporation, Wang Bingbing arrived in high spirits but left in defeat, dragging down Mr. Eager Tiger, who struck out, thoroughly losing face this time.

Mr. Eager Tiger gazed at Yun Xinyan, nodded silently, and then walked away from Yun Corporation, thinking to himself that this young lady had a remarkable ability to keep her emotions concealed.

After Wang Bingbing left, Yun Xinyan’s face instantly turned cold, and she sent the injured security guards to the hospital; two of the seriously wounded were sent directly to an ambulance.

This was only the beginning. The security guards were injured on duty and required paperwork for medical expense reimbursement, which would total at least half a million yuan. All this trouble was caused by Ye Tian.

However, Yun Xinyan wasn’t the least bit concerned about the money; her foremost worry was about Ye Tian’s safety. It was clear that their opponents had come for Ye Tian, and though they failed this time, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t succeed next time.

"Director Xiao, come here, I have something to ask you," said Yun Xinyan with a frosty expression, having witnessed all of Xiao Feng’s behavior.

"President Yun, please listen to my explanation. This matter has nothing to do with me," the director said, looking troubled.

In front of the Dihao Building plaza, Wang Bingbing stormed out of the headquarters, followed by her subordinates with bruised faces.

What was supposed to be a well-planned revenge operation ended in utter failure. Adding insult to injury was an obnoxious woman who repeatedly insulted her, and unfortunately, Wang Bingbing couldn’t talk her way out of it, which worsened her mood significantly.

Having struck out, Mr. Eager Tiger was naturally in a poor mood, yet he was very circumspect and did not show his emotions, merely commenting lightly, "I hope there won’t be a next time for such an incident."

Wang Bingbing hurried to explain, trying to calm Mr. Eager Tiger’s emotions, as he was a man who valued his time greatly. Time equated to money, and this failed endeavor had wasted much of his time, plus another operation would require more time.

"Mr. Eager Tiger, rest assured, there won’t be a next time, I guarantee it," Wang Bingbing said apologetically, "I’ll double the payment for killing Ye Tian, as compensation for your time. Is that acceptable?"

Without any unnecessary words, Mr. Eager Tiger nodded in agreement, his expression unchanging.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something amiss, turning his head to look towards the west side of the plaza where a dozen or so black-clad individuals were approaching rapidly, all wearing dark sunglasses, with grim expressions and carrying long objects wrapped in newspapers. Mr. Eager Tiger recognized them as machetes at a glance.

"Heh, just as one wave settles, another rises. Things are getting more interesting," he said, smirking coldly.

As the black-clad men rushed towards him, Mr. Eager Tiger’s lips curled into a cold smile, still eyeing the oblivious Wang Bingbing, who remained caught in her previous anger, unaware of the looming danger.

"Wang Family girl, it seems you have quite a few enemies, all of them eager to cross you," commented Mr. Eager Tiger with interest.

Wang Bingbing was taken aback, trying to decipher Mr. Eager Tiger’s meaning, and when she finally saw the black-clad men charging at them, she was utterly stunned. Before she could react, they were already upon her.

The black-clad men were specifically targeting Wang Bingbing, hacking away without a word, taking full advantage of her subordinates’ recent beating by the security guards. With their injuries still fresh, they were set upon by this ruthless group, with two immediately collapsing into a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

With Wang Bingbing’s men quickly taken down, the vicious black-clad attackers closed in around her as she stood outnumbered and vulnerable at the center.

Throughout, Mr. Eager Tiger simply watched with a smirk, not lifting a finger to help.

The lead black-clad man’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he said, "The Ice Snow Queen, eh? Big Boss Wang Qian sent me with a message for you—this is what happens when you cross him!"

There was no need to guess; the ’Big Boss Wang Qian’ they referred to was certainly Wang Qian.

By this point, Wang Bingbing was completely flustered, "You..."

Mr. Eager Tiger remained unperturbed, not having moved an inch. Upon hearing his employer’s cry for help, he shook his head somewhat reluctantly and said, "I’ll take care of these sixteen guys for you, but you’ll need to add an additional 1.6 million yuan to my fee."

"Agreed!"

Wang Bingbing knew that these people were truly out to kill her; this wasn’t a joke. Even if it was 16 million yuan, she would have paid it.

Mr. Eager Tiger was pleased with her response, unfolded his antique Tang suit, carefully folded it, and placed it on the ground, then nodded in satisfaction, "This way I won’t get my clothes dirty. Now, I can get going."

As soon as he spoke, he charged forward in a burst of speed, effortlessly knocking away one of the black-clad men and appearing in front of Wang Bingbing. Turning his back to her, he said, "Miss Wang, don’t be afraid. Since I’ve taken your money, I’ll take care of them for you."

To take someone’s money is to dispel their calamities; that was always Mr. Eager Tiger’s principle.

Seeing their companion injured, the black-clad men became enraged. They didn’t waste words or even utter curses. Instead, they simply coordinated their attack, with fifteen men raising their machetes in unison to strike down upon Mr. Eager Tiger’s head.

Mr. Eager Tiger’s expression remained unchanged. He neither dodged nor hid and chose to meet their force head-on, charging directly into the fray.

With a light slap of his hands on their steel blades, the pure steel machetes shattered instantly.

The steel knife exploded into countless fragments, which hadn’t even had the chance to hit the ground when Hungry Tiger’s fingers deftly flicked them out; the pieces shot forward like artillery shrapnel, piercing the bodies of the men in black with a series of dull thuds.

In the blink of an eye, all fifteen men in black developed variously sized bloodied holes riddled across their torsos, with the centers revealing irregularly shaped knife fragments.

After Hungry Tiger completed this feat, he silently nodded, then flicked off the nonexistent dust from his shoulder. Completing this gesture, there was a resounding series of thuds—the sound of the fifteen men collapsing at once.

It had happened in the time it takes for sparks to fly from flint; Hungry Tiger had crushed the steel knife and flicked the blade fragments to annihilate his enemies all in a mere instant, not even a full second passing.

This scene, witnessed by Wang Bingbing, left her so shocked she found herself speechless.

From her perspective, she saw Mr. Hungry Tiger casually waving his hand, his hands moving at lightning speed, and then the men in black all fell down. Wang Bingbing couldn’t even make out what Hungry Tiger had done.

Mr. Hungry Tiger’s expression remained calm as ever, as if what he’d slaughtered were not fifteen men, but fifteen ants.

He lightly walked over to where the Tang suit lay, bent down, picked it up, and slowly put it on, saying indifferently, "Remember, don’t use a bank transfer for that $1.6 million. It goes through my private account."

Wang Bingbing’s eyes bulged in sheer terror, speechless at the sight of him. She now felt incredibly fortunate to have such a super-strong protector by her side.

The power of Mr. Hungry Tiger was terrifying!

Killing could actually be carried out with such simplicity!

No, he wasn’t just killing; it was more like a form of performance art!

Once dressed in the Tang suit, Hungry Tiger cast a glance at the driver lying in the pool of blood, then fixed his gaze on Wang Bingbing, "It looks like you’ll need to be a driver for once."

"It would be my pleasure to serve you, sir," said Wang Bingbing.

Suddenly, a very faint mechanical sound echoed through the air, causing Hungry Tiger to frown instantly. He knew all too well it was the crisp sound of a sniper rifle being cocked.

This was a sound he could easily recognize even from several hundred meters away, for it was all too familiar. In his early days, he had used this very method to eliminate his targets.

Under normal circumstances, the moment the sniper rifle made that noise meant that the marksman had locked onto the target, ready to pull the trigger. Once the gunshot echoed, what followed next was in the bullet’s flight.

"Get down!" roared Hungry Tiger.

Wang Bingbing, still dazed and unsure of what to do, was promptly shoved down by Hungry Tiger.

As she fell, the glass window behind her shattered, instantly webbing with cracks, and at the center of this spider web was a tiny round hole. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Wang Bingbing looked once and was instantly shocked—that was clearly a bullet hole!

Almost the moment the glass exploded, Hungry Tiger squinted his eyes, his intense gaze fixed on a van a hundred meters away. Through the gap in the vehicle’s window, he could clearly see the dark muzzle within; it belonged to a ******** rifle.

Without hesitation, Mr. Hungry Tiger’s wrist turned, his palm securing a dart, and as he launched it, a screeching howl cut through the air.

Wang Bingbing saw only a streak of light followed by the dull sound of a sharp object piercing flesh. Following Hungry Tiger’s gaze, she saw a figure in the distant van collapse, never to rise again.

A death blow!

It was terrifying!

It was a distance of over a hundred meters, yet Mr. Hungry Tiger had hit his target with a single dart—and it was a fatal blow.

This level of skill was downright terrifying.

Mr. Hungry Tiger’s mastery of darts was comparable to that of a sniper rifle!

Wang Bingbing was both shocked and overjoyed. She felt relieved that she had hired Mr. Hungry Tiger rather than some inept bodyguards. Otherwise, she didn’t know how many times she might have died already.

It was not an exaggeration to say that without Hungry Tiger, there would be no Wang Bingbing.

"Let’s go and take a look," suggested Mr. Hungry Tiger, still with an impassive face and a casual demeanor.

Wang Bingbing followed Hungry Tiger as they walked across Dihao Square to the van located a hundred meters away.

There was no one inside the van—or rather, no one alive. The doors were locked, but that was no obstacle for Hungry Tiger; with a gentle pull, the door opened. Then, smiling at Wang Bingbing, he said, "Let’s go inside for a look."