My Sexy Female CEO

From the red knife that contained the power of the First Realm, Breaking Mortal, it could be deduced that there might be a hidden master or a Cultivator among them; he didn't know how advanced their Cultivation Realms were, so he didn't dare to let An Qi take the risk.

"Hmph! Dirty old lecher, are you looking down on me?" An Qi was a little angry.

However, Lin Yifan not only didn't comfort her, but rather coldly replied, "If you're not afraid of dying, you can come with me."

"Hmph! I'm hanging up!" With a cold huff, An Qi hung up the phone.

She really was afraid of dying, but who wasn't? Even Lin Yifan couldn't guarantee her safety a hundred percent, which indicated that the enemy was really strong, so how could she dare to act recklessly?

Lin Yifan ignored An Qi's little temper tantrum and then directly pulled up Brother Hu, heading down the stairs.

Upon reaching the first-floor lobby, all the receptionists, including the greeters at the door, were stunned. They couldn't believe that their boss, Brother Hu, was being dragged out so mercilessly.

"What's happened? How could this be?"

"Isn't Brother Hu quite formidable? How could he have been beaten to this state?"

"Who is this man? What's his background?"

All the female attendants were very confused, not knowing what had happened.

"Bring the car around!" Lin Yifan ordered the group of subordinates behind him who had been beaten, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

A subordinate quickly went to the garage, then drove the car over; afterward, they took Lin Yifan and Brother Hu to the Golden Leaves Club.

After nearly an hour, Lin Yifan arrived at the Golden Leaves Club.

At that moment, he opened the car door, pulled the injured Brother Hu, who couldn't walk, out of the car, and prepared to check if the address was correct.

No sooner had he gotten out of the car than a thug guarding the door of the Golden Leaves Club cheerfully walked over, as if to greet him.

However, when the thug saw Brother Hu, who was unable to stand steadily and had collapsed on the ground beside him, his face turned to shock. Then his eyebrows furrowed, realizing that trouble had come knocking.

So he waved his hands and shouted, "Someone's here to cause trouble! Get your weapons and come help!"

Hearing their brother's call, the other five thugs guarding the door immediately pulled out Large Cleavers and charged over.

The thug who had shouted also drew a Large Cleaver from his waist and, together with the five brothers who ran over, chopped towards Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan dodged to one side, then grabbed the hand holding the Large Cleaver of one thug, and with a strong twist, broke the thug's hand. He then easily snatched the Large Cleaver.

Having seized the Large Cleaver, Lin Yifan kicked the thug away; then he raised the Large Cleaver, first blocking two cleavers coming from the right, and next he extended his left leg, kicking away a thug attacking from the left. He quickly stepped back to dodge two cleavers chopping at him from the front.

After steadying himself, he went on the offensive, exchanging blows with the remaining four thugs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With each strike, the four thugs were hit so hard they could barely hold onto their cleavers; the reason being Lin Yifan's strength was so great that with each clash, their cleavers trembled uncontrollably.

Now, they were being beaten without any spirit left, not knowing how to counterattack.

"It's time to end this!" Lin Yifan didn't want to continue the exchange of cleaver blows, so he gave each one a slash, then dragged Brother Hu away, leaving dust in his wake.

However, the true weapon of the Flying Knife gang wasn't the Large Cleaver, and their deadliest move wasn't mass attack. Therefore, the six thugs who had fallen each pulled out a Flying Knife; then, with Ghostly Charm, they threw them.

The boss always told them that when the enemy let down their guard, that was the time to unleash killing moves. Now that Lin Yifan had his back to them, it was the perfect moment for their killing strokes.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!"

Six flying knives, driving forward in unison, all aimed at the same target, the back of Lin Yifan's head.

Lin Yifan had anticipated this move, so he had kept a trick up his sleeve.

As the six flying knives neared, he suddenly turned around, then grabbed the large cleaver in his hand, sweeping it across.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

The six rapidly approaching knives were knocked into a spin, before flying back in the opposite direction, shooting towards the foreheads of the six thugs.

"Shick! Shick! Shick!!"

The next second, each of the six thugs had a knife in their head, falling dead to the ground with eyes wide open and faces full of surprise.

Lin Yifan didn't want to kill, but they forced his hand, so he had to go along with the popular will.

The thug who had driven Lin Yifan to this place saw six strong assailants die in an instant, panicked so much that he floored the gas pedal, bolting away without daring to look back even once.

After dealing with the six assailants, Lin Yifan continued dragging Brother Tiger forward.

At this point, Brother Tiger had lost all will to live; because the address he had given was a fake. However, this place was the stronghold of the Third Master of the Knife Gang, so there was still a glimmer of hope; because this Third Master was no simple character.

The people inside the nightclub had no idea of the events happening outside the door, so it was business as usual with singing and dancing through the night.

Past the main entrance, Lin Yifan could hear the loud DJ beats and the joyous shouts of the crowd, who seemed to be having a blast.

Afterwards, he carried on, holding the blood-dripping cleaver.

Taking a left turn, moving forward ten meters, he arrived at the spacious dance floor.

The dance floor below was filled with all sorts of crazily dancing crowds, and in the middle were two platforms, each with scantily-clad women dancing; sometimes they wiggled their behinds at the crowd below, alluring in various ways, sometimes shaking their heads wildly, blurred and unclear, seemingly lost to Sabi.

Amid dynamic dance music and colorful lights, everyone there was having the time of their lives, completely oblivious to Lin Yifan's presence.

Lin Yifan, wanting to resolve the matter quickly, summoned up his Divine Power and bellowed, "Call your boss out here!"

A roar like a lion's cry drowned out the loud DJ, and instantly, everyone on the dance floor stopped dancing and turned to look his way.

They saw a young man, dressed in a suit and looking refined, holding a bloody cleaver in one hand and grasping a limp figure in the other. He stood there, looking down on everyone with no fear, as if he was there to smash up the place.

"Who are you? Dare to make trouble here, tired of living?" At this moment, a young man with a fashionably outrageous hairstyle stepped forward and accused.

"I'm your daddy!" Lin Yifan replied. After speaking, he chopped off the finger of the young man pointing at him.

A severed finger could still be reattached, so he just wanted to teach the fashionably outrageous young man a lesson, to keep a lower profile and not to be so arrogant in the future.

The crowd, witnessing this shocking scene, couldn't help but jump in fright, realizing that this man really was there to disrupt the venue.

"Brothers, take up your weapons, let's get him together!" Someone then shouted from on stage.