My beautiful CEO wife Chapter 413: There are many who want to take me down, where

"You have in your clay, and I have you in mine; we were born under the sa quilt, and shall lie in the sa coffin."

Xiao Zheng sneered at the Yuan Dynasty lyric "I Nong Ci," and gave a thumbs up in praise, "It’s really unexpected, it turns out Xiao Mu is actually quite a talented lady."

"Mhm!"

Mu Yiqing nodded foolishly without speaking, twisting her slim waist as she turned, her face brimming with tender affection, and a pair of watery, fluttering big eyes blushed with emotion.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Xiao Zheng intently, with a serious expression in her small eyes, "Brother Xiao, if I were Mu Jianping, then who would Sister Anna be?"

"Anna?"

Xiao Zheng was shaken, his smile gradually fading to a neutral expression as he shook his head, "Sigh, she left without looking back; I pine for her day and night, restless in sleep and diet, but alas, I can’t get in touch with her."

Seeing his downcast deanor, Mu Yiqing suddenly snapped out of it, I really ssed up, what was I thinking bringing that up.

Quietly sidling up to Xiao Zheng’s side, clinging to him, she apologized, "Brother Xiao, I didn’t an to bring up your heartache on purpose, it’s just that..."

"Just what?" His gaze suddenly intense, Xiao Zheng looked up, awaiting her answer.

"Well, Sister Anna’s departure has saddened many, and despite attempts to inquire and make contact from various parties, there has been no news whatsoever," Yiqing expressed despondently, slumping onto the chair, feeling helpless.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng’s brow furrowed tighter, completely puzzled.

The essential difference between humans and animals lies in their overwhelming intelligence, and the fact that they live in social groups.

As a human being, one is intricately connected with the people and environnt around them; it is impossible to have no news whatsoever.

Unless one is curled up in so remote corner of the world, licking their wounds alone, avoiding contact with anyone.

"Could it be that she’s been imprisoned as a slave by Xie Anfeng?"

Xiao Zheng slapped his forehead, dispelling the jumbled thoughts, eyes flashing as he suddenly stood up, clenching his fists.

"Humph, even if you hide in the Netherworld Hell, I will defeat the Netherworld King and bring you back!"

After Mu Yiqing had left, Xiao Zheng ascended to the rooftop alone, lighting a cigarette.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Dinglingling... Yes, look into it, thoroughly investigate everything about the Northern Xie Family, the Mo family, and Mo Anna."

"Yes, Boss Evil God!" The Sky Net intelligence officer responded respectfully, without any delay.

...

The night breeze gently blew.

On a dam by the sea, Xiao Zheng sat alone, letting the sea breeze blow over him, the tide ebbing and flowing.

It was here that Mo Anna revealed her true feelings, with endless affection and grievances.

It was also here that their separation took place, which beca eternal.

Without Mo Anna, the sales departnt was lifeless, just like an automated arm, working for the sake of work, aningless.

Even with Mu Yiqing’s company, the sense of loss and pain could not be erased.

"Ah!"

The more Xiao Zheng thought, the more irritated he beca, replaying Mo Anna’s voice and smile, her actions and words, which refused to leave his mind like an etched iron brand.

He stood up, shouting at the sea, venting his sorrow, his hair flying wildly in disarray.

"Anna, Anna..."

However, the wind was still wind, and the waves were still waves, all roaring in response to Xiao Zheng’s love-stricken cries.

In the distance.

An old figure stood, watching Xiao Zheng’s manic shouting, frowning slightly, a look of confusion on his face.

"Is that Mr. Xiao Zheng?"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng suddenly turned around, his eyes reddening as he stared at the stranger he had never t before, his expression grim as he demanded, "Who are you?"

"Wen Kuo Hai! Paid to fulfill the task, I am here to sever one of your arms!" The elderly man stood immovable as a mountain, his tone indifferent.

"Hahaha..."

Xiao Zheng threw his head back in wild laughter. Then, glancing towards Wen Kuo Hai, he growled threateningly, "Many have wished to cripple . Just who do you think you are?"

"What arrogant juniors!"

Wen Kuo Hai shook his head, chuckling coldly. His washed-out blue robe fluttered in the wind, and his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, betrayed no sign of his age, his complexion still rosy. He slightly bent his legs, assuming a natural defensive stance.

"Big words must be backed by bravery and strategy; I look forward to your skills. Don’t disappoint ."

"Ridiculous!"

Xiao Zheng kicked off the dike, leaping into the air with several continuous flicker movents, and landed steadily in front of Wen Kuo Hai, his cold eyes blazing as he said, "Old man, if you want to break my arm you’d better have the skills to do it."

"Ignorant of life and death!"

Wen Kuo Hai, growing impatient, struck out with a hand technique towards Xiao Zheng’s chest, his palm as quick as lightning, formidable in its might.

"Bang!"

Xiao Zheng’s hand turned into a blade, chopping fiercely at his palm and proclaid spiritedly, "So you are a disciple of Dong Haichuan’s Eight Trigram Palm. Old man Wen, don’t sully the na of your forefathers."

At the first exchange, Wen Kuo Hai was shocked. His palm strike had been successfully intercepted; even more disconcerting was his inability to withstand the other’s chopping force.

Their palms t with a "snap" sound.

One could see Wen Kuo Hai’s eyebrows twitch, aware that tonight he had encountered a master.

An old man already at the Mid-stage Innate, he shouldn’t be so easily foiled by soone else’s move—certainly not sothing an Innate Peak master could achieve.

Could it be, he had co across a Grandmaster?

"Young man, I indeed took you lightly!"

"Old Man Wen, your mastery of the Eight Trigram Palm has reached the level of changing forms, but before , it’s utterly useless!" Xiao Zheng looked down on him with disdain, thinking, is a re Mid-stage Innate even worth showing off in front of Laozi?

Truly overestimating oneself!

"Hmph, whether it’s useful or not, we’ll only know after the fight!"

Wen Kuo Hai was not disheartened and ca at him again, blustering and bulging his eyes, moving as if wading through mud, tightly hugging the ground with great stability in his lower stance.

His hands struck out like twisting ropes, carrying a tough and twisting force.

Their palms collided once again.

"Boom!"

This ti the montum was even sturdier, the fierce wind generated by their strikes whipping up a twirling cloud of dust.

Looking at the two n, Xiao Zheng stood nonchalantly, like an untroubled crane, aloof and unmoving.

Wen Kuo Hai staggered five or six steps backward before he could stabilize his stance. His insides felt as tumultuous as a reversed river, forcefully suppressing a gulp of warm blood, he exclaid in shock, "When did Huaxia give birth to such an individual? Able to bring to such a sorry state."

"There are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens!"

Xiao Zheng’s eyes were like lightning, fixating tightly on him as he sneered, "Old man, if you’re a renowned figure in the Jianghu, why be driven by others?"

"Easily said!"

Wen Kuo Hai flashed a self-deprecating smile, sighing bitterly, "As the saying goes, ’Poor scholars and rich warriors.’ The higher one’s level, the more money is spent. Enough talk, let’s continue the fight!"

"That suits fine!"

Xiao Zheng had no patience left for the fight. If not for the fact that Wen was advanced in years, he would have killed him effortlessly long ago.

Soone sent to sever my arm? Heh, let’s give him a brutal beating, so he rembers this lesson.

"Old man, be careful. Don’t lose your life!"

"Ha!"

Wen Kuo Hai no longer employed hit-and-run tactics; instead, he switched to a strategy of sneak attacks. Staring at the unmoving Xiao Zheng, he lifted his palms rapidly, aiming a swift strike at his exposed head.