Urban Ace Bodyguard

The wheelchair-bound man leaned lazily, browsing his surroundings as pushed by the beautiful woman.

It seemed everything at the airport fascinated him, yet his languid demeanor made it seem as though this disabled person had lost interest in the entire world.

Two completely different temperaments appeared simultaneously on one person.

However, perhaps due to his disability, not many were paying attention to the man in the wheelchair.

More eyes were drawn towards the woman, who exuded the classical traditional beauty of Huaxia, yet seemed to have spent a long time abroad, combining classic charm with a touch of Western fashion.

Though her face might not be considered stunning, her unique temperament completed her perfection.

Five brightly dressed young men had been quietly trailing behind them.

"Brothers, this crippled guy probably has some money on him," one of the young men whispered to his companions.

"What I'm most interested in is that beauty, hehe," another young man smirked, lowering his voice suggestively.

The leader of the five nodded: "This beauty's looks are quite good. Once we get tired of her, we can sell her to the African black market, since there's a high demand for Huaxian beauties there lately."

"Boss, if this beauty's qualities meet RX's black market standards, what price would she fetch?"

"If we sell her to the RX organization, at least five hundred thousand."

"Haha, who would have thought we could make money while on vacation? Under our boss's wise leadership, our Five Tigers Mercenary Corps will surely grow stronger."

"Maybe one day, we'll be as powerful as the Reincarnation Mercenary Corps Group and the Blood Mercenary Group, competing with figures like King Yan and L."

The more the young men talked, the greedier their eyes shone.

Outside the airport, in the underground parking lot, the five long-waiting young men stepped out from a corner, blocking the path of the wheelchair and the woman.

"Hey hey, disabled guy, how about doing us brothers a favor?" A young man in a black suit, with a boyish face, mockingly asked the man in the wheelchair.

"Haha, let us borrow your chick to have some fun."

The man in the wheelchair closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The young man frowned, looked at his companion, and muttered, "Is this guy not only crippled but also deaf?"

"Chick, come with us, this heavily disabled guy can't even give you happiness."

This remark caused the five young men to burst into mocking laughter, laughter full of disdain.

The woman's hand trembled slightly as she pushed the wheelchair, grasping the man's shoulder tightly, her eyes showing clear unease and worry.

She seemed very worried about something terrible happening.

The five young men laughed, thinking she was afraid the man in the wheelchair would abandon her to save himself.

Instantly, the five became more arrogant.

"Chick, we're international mercenaries, on a break back in Huaxia. Stick with us and you'll live in luxury," the leader of the young men said arrogantly.

The woman's gaze grew more uneasy. She looked anxiously at the man in the wheelchair, and finally couldn't help but speak, her voice soft and weak: "Please, don't be angry."

Upon hearing her voice, the menacing scar that followed the man's eyelid to his neck twitched slightly, his eyes opening to reveal a vacant emptiness.

Under the gaze of the five young mercenaries, the furl-lined cup in front of the wheelchair man began to move, a skeletal arm emerging to press the buttons on either side of the custom wheelchair.

"Everyone be careful!"

The five were shocked, thinking there was a weapon.

A sound like a sliding door echoed, and the broad custom armrest of the wheelchair opened up.

Soon, the five young mercenaries were stunned.

Instead of revealing a weapon under the armrest's lid, there was a sparkling crystal goblet, along with a seemingly expensive bottle of red wine.

The bony arm seemed as though it might break at any moment, covered in countless atrophic scars, as it grasped the bottle labeled as 1949 and poured it into the crystal goblet.

The wine, as crimson as blood, swayed and swirled in the goblet.

"Playing tricks."

The five young men were infuriated, feeling tricked by this cripple!

The man in the wheelchair remained unmoved, closing his eyes once more, slowly downing the goblet of wine in one go.

The woman pushing the wheelchair seemed even more anxious.

"Luo, promise me you won't kill anyone, okay?"

The five young men were taken aback again—Luo? Who was that?

Could she possibly mean this barely-living cripple on the wheelchair?

"Damn it, this cripple refuses to toast, so I'll make him drink punishment wine. Let me finish him off, then we'll snatch the woman!"

One of the men was already impatient, ready to make a move before the underground parking lot filled up with more arrivals, which would make it impossible to take action. After all, this was Huaxia, where law enforcement was strict, and they dared not act recklessly.

"When the sheep grazes, the grass also hurts. The heavens and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs. Since ancient times, all eternal achievements have been forged in killing."

"If I don't kill, others will kill me."

"Rou, it's not that I want to kill, but I must kill."

The man in the wheelchair finally spoke.

His voice was full of weariness, a mournful chill, tinged with an impending deep dread.

"You're just putting on a show, even a cripple dares to pretend in front of me!"

"Cripple, die."

The arrogant young man strode forward, stepping in front of the wheelchair, a sharp dagger slicing a cold arc towards the neck of the wheelchair-bound man.

A single slit to the throat, a task he had done countless times before, swift, precise, and ruthless.

It seemed he could already see the scene of blood spurting from the wheelchair man's neck, his lifeless body.

The woman named Rou shut her eyes in agony: "Luo, your malice is too heavy, please don't kill them, just teach them a lesson."

"I was born to kill, Rou, I'm sorry. One day, when there's no one left under the sky for me to kill, I'll retire and be with you."

As his words faded!

The man in the wheelchair, as his eyes opened and closed, unleashed a gaze radiating murderous intent.

"Come, meet your death!"

Shura coldly uttered, full of malice, as his desiccated hand rose abruptly.

Clang—

The sound of metal breaking echoed.

The dagger did not slit Shura's throat as expected.

Instead, the young man doubled over, kneeling on the ground, his shoulder bearing the immense pressure of the skeletal hand, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

Another skeletal hand emerged from the fur-lined blanket, a finger pressing against the young man's brow.

A chilling crunch of splintering bone sounded.

Thud—

In sheer terror, the young man's head burst.

The remaining four young mercenaries were terrified.

"Who the hell are you!"

The leading man, eyes filled with terror, instinctively blurted out.

Could this be a cripple? Who said a cripple could be this fierce?

The man pushed his wheelchair, constantly closing in on the remaining four young men while a hoarse voice emerged from his throat: "I am, Reincarnation, Shura."

"What! Say that again, who are you?!"

"Reincarnation, Shura!"

"Impossible!"

Hiss—

Terrified gasps echoed.

Words ceased—

The slaughter began.

The sound of bones cracking reverberated throughout the underground parking lot.

Yet no screams ensued.

The remaining four young mercenaries, in their attempt to resist, had their throats crushed, rendering them unable to make any sound.

The voice of "I am, Reincarnation, Shura" lingered in the underground parking lot, unable to dissipate.

Shura, a fearsome existence in the international underworld, the mercenary world, where none dared to provoke him, not once leaving any survivors in battle.

The Reincarnation Shura, a lone wanderer, bathed in blood, leaving no survivors in his wake.