Strongest Guard

Looking at the direction the police car came from, Frank sighed. He put down the binoculars and started the car, moving forward at a normal speed.    

Behind their car were two farm vehicles.    

It was obvious that everyone was afraid of getting caught up in this mess. Now that the hoodlums had been forced to retreat, the wonderful street war was over, and everyone could do whatever they wanted.    

When Frank drove past Lee Nanfang, he still had a chance to shoot Yue Zitong who limped over, but they didn't do that.    

Anyone who took an OF mission and killed the target would have to cut off their ears, take them away with their pinky. This was to do genetic verification to prove that the target had indeed been killed.    

In the past, it wasn't that troublesome. He just needed to take a photo after killing someone. However, with the rapid development of China's PS technology, the picture was no longer believed and it was only then that the gene was verified.    

Only this way could they get what they deserved, or else they would waste their time.    

The strict rules of the OF Killer Platform was also the main reason why their bounty of red flowers was several times higher than other families.    

Obviously, this wasn't the best time to assassinate Yue Zitong, so Frank didn't even glance at them as he drove past Lee Nanfang.    

On the contrary, Lee Nanfang seemed to have noticed something and turned around subconsciously.    

Lee Nanfang, who had been dancing on the brink of death since the age of fourteen, had an unexplained scientific intuition about danger, just as now, when Frank drove past him, he immediately sensed a slight change in the aura around him.    

However, just like how Frank was afraid of certain reasons and did not dare to act against Yue Zitong without permission, Lee Nanfang would not get up and chase after them just because of some intuition.    

The threat brought by a mere unruly killer was far less important than lying in Director Yue's warm embrace — Lee Nanfang finally woke up from his madness. Realizing what he had just done, he trembled all over, curled up his neck and gritted his teeth as he stared dumbly in front of him.    

Without even needing him to ask for help, Yue Zitong had already hugged him tightly. She used her hand to pat his cheek and whispered, "Lee Nanfang, wake up, wake up."    

Lee Nanfang took the opportunity to hug Yue Zitong's small waist. In order to prove that he was scared, he even bit onto Yue Zitong's arm.    

This was the normal behavior of a normal person when he was frightened to the point of being in someone's arms. This was the reason why he yearned for a sense of security.    

He wanted to bite Yue Zitong's chest — or rather, he was afraid that the woman would be shy and forget that he was a weakling who needed to be comforted and push him away so that he wouldn't even have a chance to hold her.    

Actually, playing dumb and taking advantage of the situation, this was not about being despicable or not. It was said that the two of them had a relationship of 'half husband and wife' before, so Mr. Lee didn't have to worry about anything when he did that.    

Director Yue, who called himself a top secret service agent in China, obviously knew that normal people would have this kind of extreme desire for safety after a moment of fear. So even though his arm was hurt from being bitten, he still tried to use the gentlest of tones to lightly pat Director Yue's back and comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, everything's over. You were, just now, brave. "    

The last three words were what Director Yue wanted to say.    

Just now, when she was on the verge of despair, she would have never dreamed that Lee Nanfang would perform so well.    

At that moment, the despicable Lee Nanfang disappeared and he became a demon.    

Director Yue saw with his own eyes how he stabbed the bamboo pole into the pockmark, and how a certain delinquent smashed a steel pipe into his head. However, he did not care about the blood that flowed out of his head as he grabbed the steel pipe and broke his wrist.    

Especially when he broke two of Young Master Jin's knees, the craziness and brutality he unleashed made any normal person scared to see him. If Yue Zitong didn't stop him in time, Young Master Jin's head would probably have been smashed into pieces by him.    

Director Yue knew very well that Lee Nanfang could piss his pants after being beaten up by a policewoman, which proved how terrible this guy's resistance to beatings was. However, he was beaten up by a bunch of hoodlums and was bleeding profusely, but he still continued to fight — all because of her.    

It was because she was her that her man had been aroused to the point where he would rather die than protect her.    

Director Yue, who was hugging Lee Nanfang, felt a surge of pride rise in his heart: Look, I can turn a coward into a tiger, this is enough to prove how charming I am.    

At this moment, if Lee Nanfang asked if they could get lost together, Yue Zitong would probably agree.    

But will you go back on your word?    

"Yes, yes?"    

Lee Nanfang let go of the man's lips that were biting his arm, tightened his arms that were hugging his small waist, and went into his arms comfortably, clearly feeling the two balls of arrogant warmth. He sighed in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and asked himself: "Isn't it a little too despicable for me to do this?"    

Hmph, this brat is too despicable. I have already said it clearly, as long as he treats Zitong well, Zitong will never let him down. How can he seize this opportunity to take advantage of my granddaughter?    

What a joke, the dignified Black Ghost would go crazy in front of a bunch of hooligans. After going crazy, he would lie in my granddaughter's arms in search of safety?    

An old man's face darkened for a moment before he asked in a deep voice, "Have you found any suspicious people at the scene?"    

The man's voice sounded again with absolute respect, "Not yet, but I'm guessing those killers must be hiding somewhere, watching Miss's every move closely. They didn't appear because they didn't find the best opportunity."    

Pausing for a moment, the man continued to ask, "Old Master, please send someone to protect Eldest Miss's safety. And that Lee Nanfang, it would be best if she temporarily leaves Eldest Miss to prevent him from getting into trouble. "    

Would he be affected?    

Heh heh, Zitong is his wife, if he wasn't affected, then who else would be affected?    

I know that you guys want to get rid of him to avoid distracting yourselves to protect him, but if you knew that that brat was Black Ghost, you definitely wouldn't think this way.    

The old man laughed complacently and said, "No way." You are all members of the Supreme Security, my family has no right to enjoy this kind of treatment. Honestly speaking, asking you to rush to the Qingshan City to secretly pay attention to Zitong's safety is already something that I'm using my power for personal gains. Where would I be able to send you guys to protect her? "    

"As for Lee Nanfang, you don't have to worry about him."    

As the old man spoke to here, a trace of mischief could be seen in his usually prim eyes. "If something bad happens to him, that's his fate as well."    

"Yes, Old Master, I understand."    

The man who thought he understood something waited a moment for no further instructions before he hung up the phone.    

The old man put down the microphone, looked up at the sky, and smiled proudly. He murmured, "Little bastard, you could have done it in broad daylight, but you always took advantage of my granddaughter by pretending to be a pig. What is this?"    

It wasn't Lee Nanfang's style to not take advantage of others.    

Even those lousy police officers were annoying. Why didn't they come and do it so quickly? Why didn't they explode on the way and even blabber about investigating the scene, forcing him to leave this warm embrace.    

A police officer who rushed to the police station as soon as he received the call saw a bunch of sticks on the ground. Lee Nanfang, who was covered in blood in Yue Zitong's arms, was not scared like an ordinary person.    

To them, this was already something they were used to. It was just messing around, not a big deal, since they had already run away, they just needed to go through the motions, take a few pictures, send the victim to the hospital, and then investigate.    

As for when they would capture those hooligans, that would depend on their luck. After all, they still had an even more important and dangerous mission.    

From the secret notification that just came from Provincial Hall, a group of international assassins had sneaked into the Qingshan City and started planning for the crime. They hoped that all the units would be alert and light up their eyes, bringing them to justice before they committed the crime.    

Because this matter involved Uncle Jin, Yue Zitong did not want to blow up the matter. After refusing the police sending them to the hospital, she only said that she did not know the origins of these hoodlums, and guessed that they might be competitors in the market who had retaliated against Kaihuang Group.    

This matter involved the business war, which was more complicated than the police station could deal with. After Yue Zitong showed her obvious intention of not pursuing the matter any further, it would be a fool if the local police didn't take this opportunity to leave.    

The police arrived quickly and left even faster. In the blink of an eye, they had already disappeared into the twilight.    

It was dark and windy.    

Yue Zitong limped to the front of the car, opened the door and looked back. "Get in. Let's go to the hospital."    

After being comforted by Director Yue's warm embrace, Lee Nanfang's mind became a lot more normal: "I'm fine, I just got beaten up. It's just a little bruise. Your foot — you may not know it, but I've learned to push and push. Can you trust me? If you trust me, then let me show you. "    

"I think it's dislocated. Can you get it done?"    

Yue Zitong slowly shook her right foot as she looked Lee Nanfang up and down. She suddenly blurted out, "Brat, you aren't thinking of using the opportunity to care for me to play with me. Cough cough. It's a little cold. Get on."    

"Aunt Yue, I found that your thoughts are very dirty."    

Lee Nanfang went around the front of the car and turned on the lights behind the co-pilot seat. His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction: "What's so interesting about those smelly pig's feet? I'm not a psychopath. "Hmph. What's more, I've already --"    

"Shut up!"    

Yue Zitong's face turned red as she coldly scolded him. She raised her fist and threatened him, "If it weren't for your good performance just now, I would have knocked out your mouth full of teeth!"    

"Alright, can't I just shut up?"    

Lee Nanfang shrugged his shoulders in disdain and refused to shut his mouth: "Let's go to the hospital and let those strange men touch your smelly pig's feet. It just so happens that we don't have to fight."    

"I've decided. It's your turn."    

Yue Zitong said as she lifted her right foot and placed it on Lee Nanfang's knee.    

"Are you not afraid that I will take the opportunity to play with you?"    

"I might really become your wife in the future. I've always had the responsibility of playing with you."    

Yue Zitong said lightly.