My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2

He was leaning against the car window, pretending to be frightened as he looked at the group of black-clad men.

Hera turned around and shouted at him, “This is none of your business! You’d better hurry and go…”

There was actually someone else in the car?

The leader of the black-clad men was startled. He looked up and just happened to meet Nash’s gaze.

He had not sensed this kid’s presence at all.

This kind of stealth technique was extraordinary, not something an ordinary person could do.

The leader of the black-clad men’s eyes revealed a cold glint as he coldly said, “Deal with him!”

Meanwhile, Hera looked at Nash with guilt.

These people were after her, and they were definitely here to kill and silence her. This poor guy probably would not be able to escape either.

One of the black-clad men yanked open the car door and reached out to grab Nash’s collar.

“Hey!”

Nash let out a helpless sigh.

The next moment, infinite killing intent burst out from his pitch-black eyes.

His fierce face was covered in a layer of frost, and his once youthful and sunny demeanor completely transformed into a chilling coldness.

A loud noise rang out just then.

The chest of the black-clad man caved in, and he was sent flying like a cannonball.

Nash was like an arrow leaving the bow, his momentum as fierce as thunder.

He moved as gracefully as a butterfly through flowers, instantly rushing into the crowd.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, there was an overwhelming force that came with a single flick of his hand.

Wherever he went, a strong gust of wind rose, and the energy was as sharp as a blade.

“Attack…! Attack together…”

The leader of the black-clad men took two steps back, his voice slightly trembling.

However, as soon as he was done speaking, he saw all of his subordinates fall down one by one.

Within ten seconds, 20 well-trained assassins were all defeated!

“This… This isn’t possible.”

The leader of the black-clad men widened his eyes, a chill running up his spine.

The young man in front of him was still standing by the car. There was a gentle breeze blowing, and his clothes fluttered with the wind. The murderous intent from earlier had completely disappeared, and it was as if he had never made a move.

Such an unrestrained aura was definitely not something he could handle on his own.

The leader of the black-clad men swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. He suddenly took a quick step toward Hera.

Now, his only chance of survival was to take Hera hostage.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, Nash’s figure instantly vanished.

The leader of the black-clad men suddenly felt a slow and subtle breath behind him.

“Drats…”

His heart sank, and for a moment, he seemed to sense the presence of the Grim Reaper.

Stage One, Stage Two… Stage Five, Stage Six… Stage Eight, Stage Nine?

This kid’s Heavenly Circulation was at Stage Nine?

A Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist! How could Tili Mountain have a Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist?

Nash placed a hand on his shoulder. His tone was gentle and calm as water as he said, “Kneel!”

In an instant, the divine voice reached his ears.

The leader of the black-clad men felt his liver and gallbladder shatter, his eardrums explode, and his blood vessels burst as if a thunderbolt had exploded beside his ear.

His body felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his legs forcefully knelt to the ground.

Two deep pits were smashed into the asphalt road, and the knees of the leader shattered.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, “Ahhh… Ahh…!”

He knew he was doomed today, and falling into this kid’s hands was probably worse than death.

He clenched his teeth, and the poison sac hidden in his gums instantly ruptured.

Nash frowned, reaching out to pinch his lower jaw, but it was too late.

“What a pro!”

Occasionally, while dealing with tricky tasks overseas, he would encounter similar situations. He did not expect to encounter this level of a professional assassin in Jonford.

Hera stared blankly at the black-clad men lying on the ground, her pale lips trembling slightly.

Her almond-shaped eyes moved slightly as she looked incredulously at the man in front of her.

Sunlight bathed him, and his messy hair fluttered in the wind. There was a faint smile hung on the corner of his thin lips.

It was warm and reassuring, instantly calming her fearful heart.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

After a while, Hera regained her senses and looked at Nash, asking, “What… What exactly do you do for a living?”