Strongest Guard

Mrs. Jinghong was very clear that what she said to Lee Nanfang on the way here had provoked him to a certain extent.    

    

This was a proud fellow.    

    

He also had the right to be proud. From a Premature Failure Child who could not live past thirteen years, he became the famous Black Ghost in the Western World. In just a few months after his return, he had gathered so many outstanding women by his side.    

    

Yes, all sorts of things.    

    

Even if it were a normal man, Lee Nanfang, who had an unfortunate childhood, would be so proud to the point that he wouldn't even need to think about it if he were able to achieve his current achievements.    

    

However, what Mrs. Jinghong had said, especially the fact that the nobles would not take him seriously even if he was exposed to the news that he had returned, made him realize that his pride was only among ordinary people.    

    

No matter how much fun he had caused, in the eyes of the aristocrats, he was just a clown, or rather, a lucky fellow who could be crushed to death with a single finger.    

    

One could not see one's birth, but it was the most fundamental way to distinguish one's class. It was also the main reason that, over the generations, one's power would change.    

    

Those who disobeyed the aristocrats' commands, resisted with all they had, and finally used the corpses of countless slaves to flatten the throne of the nobles.    

    

After that, they would be like how the nobles treated them back then, enslaving their own kind.    

    

After that, the enslaved ones would follow their example and hiss at their peers, pulling them down from their aristocratic seats.    

    

No matter the era, no matter the environment, the relationship between the nobility and the commoners was always hostile.    

    

One wants to trample the other under his feet forever, to absorb the nourishment of pleasure from them.    

    

One wanted to pull him down and replace him.    

    

This was the relationship between nobility and commoners. It was like this in the past, now it was like this, in the future, it would be like this.    

    

Therefore, the nobles would not view Lee Nanfang as their same kind. No matter how happy he was, no matter how great his achievements were, those who saw him and heard about his achievements would just smile and forget about it.    

    

When it was discovered that he might pose a bad threat to the aristocracy, the aristocrats would join forces and strangle him in the cradle of nobility.    

    

What Mrs. Jinghong said made Lee Nanfang understand a lot.    

    

When the nobles realized his pride and that he was worthless in their eyes, Evil Qi would jump up from the bottom of their hearts.    

    

Then, when the doorman refused him entry into the clubhouse with his clothes in disarray, the Evil Qi would explode.    

    

Mrs. Jinghong only watched as Lee Nanfang was like a tiger that had entered a flock of sheep. He dashed into the growing number of security guards and swept his fists and kicks everywhere, but he did not stop him.    

    

At this time, it was good to let him release the Evil Qi.    

    

What's more, he had a sense of propriety now. Those security guards were only being beaten to the point of crying for their parents, but none of them were bleeding from their heads or had their tendons broken.    

    

"Stop! Who dared to cause trouble at Seven Stars Club? "    

    

When the dozen or so security guards were being tortured by Wu Tie to the point that they were crawling all over the ground, Manager Jin, who was in the clubhouse's lobby, finally arrived with a group of valiant Internal Protection s.    

    

Ever since a few years ago, when a certain young master of Beijing made trouble at the clubhouse, his legs were broken and thrown out. After that, when his family came to set wine and apologize, no one ever came back to cause trouble again.    

    

They spent their days in peace, Yueyue, and every year, everyone had gotten used to it.    

    

Now that someone dared to come and cause trouble, he relied on his ability to fight and beat the dozens of security guards into rolling gourds. Manager Jin was shocked but also furious. He felt that this person was really impatient and didn't know how to write the word death.    

    

If that's the case, then let me teach him!    

    

These Internal Protection s were the experts that ensured the safety of their Seven Stars Club. Everyone had retired from the Special Forces, so although fighting one against one was not a problem, fighting seven or eight ordinary people one was no problem.    

    

Could the troublemakers even fight them again, or could they beat this group of experts who were as fierce as wolves or tigers?    

    

Just as Manager Jin was about to lead his men out of the hall, Beautiful Woman, who wore a light green dress that revealed her shoulders, suddenly blocked his path.    

    

"Madame, please step aside."    

    

Anyone who was able to become the manager of the Main Hall in Seven Stars Club was no ordinary person. After seeing Mrs. Jinghong's cold face as she blocked their way, he immediately realized that she was the cause of all this.    

    

But he didn't care.    

    

No matter how powerful Beautiful Woman's background was, could she be any bigger than the young master who had his leg broken a few years ago and was still sitting in a wheelchair?    

    

The reason why Manager Jin didn't use brute force to hit her, but to make her dodge with a cold voice, was because she was a woman.    

    

"I won't get out of the way."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong said lightly.    

    

"Madam, you are forcing me."    

    

Manager Jin laughed, "You, surely you don't know, who is the boss of Seven Stars Club?"    

    

Manager Jin was sure that Zi Fann, who was a guest of Seven Stars Club, would know Hua Yeshen was in charge.    

    

Since he was sure that Mrs. Jinghong knew who the boss was, he said this to remind her that it would be best if you considered whether or not you could provoke our boss.    

    

"Who's in charge?"    

    

Mrs. Jinghong laughed: "Hua Yeshen, you're no longer Seven Stars Club's boss?"    

    

From Manager Jin's impression, as long as they were here to consume Seven Stars Club, including the noble guests that came tonight, no one had ever directly called Hua Yeshen by her name. Which one of them didn't say Director Hua?    

    

This woman was dressed well, but not very well. She called Director Hua by her name without any trace of politeness. Manager Jin immediately realized that the one who came was of extraordinary status.    

    

"How dare you! Who do you think you are?! How dare you call us by our full names?!"    

    

The head of Internal Protection standing to Manager Jin's left shouted impatiently and reached out to push Mrs. Jinghong.    

    

"Baotong, stop!"    

    

Realizing that Mrs. Jinghong was not an ordinary person, Manager Jin hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was already too late.    

    

Bao Tang's right hand was about to push onto Mrs. Jinghong's left shoulder.    

    

The meaning was, it was going to be soon.    

    

Just when it was about to reach him, Baotong felt a shadow of a palm flash past his eyes, and a crisp slap beside his ear. Before the burning sensation reached his brain, he felt a sharp pain beneath his crotch.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Baotong couldn't help but scream miserably as both of her hands clutched her crotch and fell to the ground.    

    

The person who had slapped him and kicked his crotch was not Mrs. Jinghong, but a tall and sturdy man. His face was as sharp as a knife and as sharp as an axe, and his eyes were filled with anger and might.    

    

Regardless of whether Jinghong Ming's wife was an expert at fighting, she disdained hitting a security guard.    

    

"Director Cheng, Director Cheng, it's you?"    

    

Manager Jin was frightened by Bao Tang's scream and looked over with a quiver. Only then did he realize that it was Chief Cheng Bin from the East District sub-bureau. He was stunned.    

    

The bureau chief of the East District's branch was considered one of the top figures no matter where he went.    

    

Even if Hua Yeshen saw him, she would still nod and smile to greet him, let alone Manager Jin who was just a worker.    

    

Cheng Bin ignored him. He turned around and bowed slightly to Mrs. Jinghong, then said in a low voice, "I didn't see Director-general Jinghong. Did you come here by yourself?"    

    

Two years ago, Cheng Bin was Jinghong Ming's subordinate, because of his outstanding working ability, he was recommended to be the East District's bureau chief.    

    

He had the privilege of going to Jinghong Ming's house once.    

    

Zi Fann was someone who had been to Jinghong Ming's house. After two years, he might not be able to remember where his house was facing to the north — but he definitely would not forget this woman who was sitting gracefully at home and loved by the Chief Executive.    

    

"Hehe, so it's Little Cheng." "It's been two years, and your temper is still so bad."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong smiled and said casually, "He's busy. I didn't have time to come, so I brought my nephew here. Who would have thought that my nephew would come into conflict here. Here, I want to apologize for him and trouble your job. "    

    

Seven Stars Club was located in the east city, and Cheng Bin was also in charge of the security of this area. Therefore, when Mrs. Jinghong said that Lee Nanfang caused trouble, she did not mean to be polite.    

    

After hearing her say so, one of the guests frantically shook his hand and said he didn't dare to, what kind of trouble was this?    

    

Manager Jin, who was beside them, heard their conversation.    

    

At the beginning, he was wondering where that Director-general Jinghong came from. How could Director Cheng be so respectful to his wife?    

    

But soon, he realized who Director-general Jinghong was.    

    

Was there a lot of people with the surname Jinghong in Beijing that could become the bureau chief?    

    

Not much.    

    

There was only one person, and that was the Chief of Supreme Security Office, Jinghong Ming!    

    

Don't just look at how Manager Jin, with his big name of Seven Stars Club, had gotten to know a lot of important figures. Even if there were less or less, he was more clear than anyone else on what kind of existence Supreme Security Office's director was.    

    

To put it more objectively, it was him. If Hua Yeshen knew that Mrs. Jinghong had come, she would break the rule of never seeing anyone and would personally go downstairs to welcome her.    

    

With Jinghong Ming's authority, not only was he the head of the board, he was also one of the founders of the undefeatable legend of Soaring Dragon.    

    

Those Bmw s, carriages, and all the rich and powerful young masters with beautiful women in their arms didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of him.    

    

Thinking about how he actually made her dodge and even threatened her to not know Director Hua's name, Manager Jin's legs went soft. He couldn't even speak properly: "Jing, Mrs. Jinghong. Hello, hello. "I … I …"    

    

"Sorry."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong shook her head and interrupted him. "I'll make my nephew stop right now and apologize to you guys."    

    

"Ah?" "Aaaah!"    

    

Manager Jin didn't know what to say, but he broke out in a cold sweat.    

    

As for the other Internal Protection s, they all lowered their heads.    

    

They were all outstanding people who had retired from various large Special Forces s. However, as long as they had been in the army, there would be no one who had not heard of the legend of the undefeatable.    

    

If they had known who Mrs. Jinghong was, even if they were given three more guts, they wouldn't have dared to look at her with the angry gaze from earlier.    

    

Fortunately, Cheng Bin added: "Madam, if you say that, you will scare Lao Jin. "Lao Jin, why aren't you stepping forward and telling your subordinates to stop?"    

    

The security guards outside had long been flattened into rolling gourds by Lee Nanfang. He should be the one who said that he should stop.    

    

Director Cheng said this to find a way out for Lao Jin.    

    

Lao Jin was suddenly enlightened and nodded gratefully to Cheng Bin. Just as he was about to say something, Mrs. Jinghong turned around and said, "Nanfang, enough."    

    

After beating up all these people who were not allowed to enter in untidy clothes, Lee Nanfang's mood improved a lot. He smiled and said: "Auntie, you go in first. I'll go buy some clothes to change myself so that no one will look down on me and I'm not allowed to enter."    

    

"Alright then, I'll go with you."    

    

Mrs. Jinghong said, "Without you to keep me company, I'm really afraid that other people would come looking for me because I'm wearing too much. I'm just a woman, but no one can beat me. What should we do if someone bullies us? "    

    

Manager Jin wanted to call her grandaunt.    

    

After knowing who you are, how could we dare to be ill?    

    

Don't even mention your nephew being disheveled, even if he were to come in with his bare butt, I guarantee that he wouldn't even take a fart.    

    

Manager Jin knew that he didn't have the right to speak with Mrs. Jinghong directly. He could only give Cheng Bin a pleading look.