Strongest Guard

When Yue Zitong's name flashed on the screen again, Lee Nanfang was talking to Brother David and the others in the coffee shop.    

    

He was asking about the Black Dragon Group.    

    

He already knew that the Japan and gangs were very rampant internationally. Their main business involved all the black profiteers and their influence was quite bad. It gave the authorities of various countries a headache, but he had never interacted with them before.    

    

Firstly, everyone relied on their own ability to take what they needed.    

    

Secondly, even though he couldn't bear to see these true scum, he was weak. As long as his interests weren't infringed upon, he would be the one to take the initiative to find trouble.    

    

But now, it seemed, Lee Nanfang might have to take the initiative to look for trouble.    

    

From Brother David's slight frown, Lee Nanfang could tell that he was a little afraid of this Black Dragon Group.    

    

"It's fine. I'm a local snake after all. If they had to make an enemy out of me for a small conflict, then they could just do it. It was not certain who would win. "Besides, I still have the authority to use their power. I don't think that they would dare to use the wealth that they have accumulated for decades to compete against me just for the sake of a moment of pride."    

    

Brother David pretended to be relaxed. When he saw Lee Nanfang's phone on the table ring, he tactfully gave Graff a look. The two of them got up and found an excuse to leave.    

    

"I'm going to take a look at the park across the way. It's so stuffy inside."    

    

As soon as Lee Nanfang picked up his phone, Yang Guanguan also stood up and pointed at the park opposite the coffee shop.    

    

The hot air from the air-conditioning in the coffee shop was really depressing. Yang Guanguan was not used to the environment.    

    

"Don't run too far, lest you get lost."    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't mind. He casually answered the phone: "Honey, are you in a better mood now?"    

    

Yue Zitong didn't say anything, but she was breathing rapidly.    

    

Lee Nanfang could tell from her breathing that something was wrong. He stopped smiling and asked in a deep voice, "Speak, who bullied you?"    

    

"Nanfang, grandpa went."    

    

Only then did Yue Zitong speak. Her voice was hoarse, making it difficult for people to recognize her voice.    

    

"What?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, he didn't understand what Ye Zichen meant.    

    

"Grandfather, we passed away at noon today."    

    

Yue Zitong said again after a moment of silence.    

    

This time, her voice was much clearer.    

    

Lee Nanfang did not say anything, but placed his phone beside his ear.    

    

He had never seen Old Master Yue before, he had only heard the old man's voice on the phone.    

    

Just by his voice, Lee Nanfang was able to determine that the old gramps was a type of person who would not get angry, but had his own prestige. He was used to speaking to others in peaceful times and was used to using a commanding tone to give others some mental pressure.    

    

With Lee Nanfang's lazy personality, he obviously didn't like to see the old man.    

    

He also knew that his aunt's impression of the lordmaster wasn't too good either.    

    

Because he was too domineering, when she was just 12 years old, he had arbitrarily betrothed her to a monster.    

    

Although the monster later grew into a great hero, my aunt was very satisfied.    

    

But now, when Yue Zitong told Lee Nanfang that her grandfather had left, he could hear that her heart was in real pain.    

    

Perhaps, it was only now that she suddenly realized that her grandfather, who had a cold expression, had always been very good to her.    

    

"My condolences, by the way. I can't go back and kowtow a few more times for me in front of my grandfather's soul. "    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Lee Nanfang said softly, "After I save Min Rou, I will immediately return home."    

    

"I know. You do what you're doing in peace. I will tell you about Grandfather, but I must tell you. Nanfang, you must pay attention to your safety when you are outside. "Goodbye, I will wait for you."    

    

Yue Zitong spoke a few words softly before ending the call.    

    

Lee Nanfang put down his phone, picked up his coffee cup and drank it all in one gulp, just like he was drinking.    

    

To be honest, the Yue clan's old man's death didn't have much to do with him, it was just the death of an elder respected by his descendants. Strictly speaking, this was a law of nature.    

    

Moreover, he felt that the relationship between him and his aunt wasn't very happy with the Yue Clan.    

    

The Yue Clan kicked the Little Aunt out of their home, and he also pregnant the wife of the direct descendant of the Yue Clan. Since there was no enmity between the two of them, it should be because the Old Master had tried his best to mediate the conflict. Now that the Old Master had passed away, the Yue Clan would definitely come to find him to settle the debt.    

    

Thus, when he found out that the Old Master had passed away, other than the need to mourn, he also thought about how he would deal with the Yue Clan's attack in the future.    

    

"Sigh, this is truly worrisome. I just want to live a good life. But God, what are you playing at? You have to give me so much trouble. "Could it be that this is what the legend says, that when the heavens descend upon the saints, they must first suffer their own desires, toil their bones, and starve for their flesh and blood — that I will eventually become a sage respected by my descendants?"    

    

Lee Nanfang laughed self-deprecatingly. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Then, he said to the waitress in the coffee shop, "Beautiful girl, give me a glass of Erguotou."    

    

"Sir, what is Erguotou?"    

    

The beautiful attendant who was walking briskly over asked with a dumbfounded expression.    

    

"Foreigners are ignorant."    

    

Lee Nanfang muttered, then looked out the window at the park on the other side of the road.    

    

Yang Guanguan had already walked into the park when he and Yue Zitong had been silent for a long time while holding the phone.    

    

It was seven hours later than the dark sky in Beijing. It was only noon when the blood-red sun had set.    

    

In the afternoon of winter in London, the sun was still very charming. It was warm when basking in the sun, and people couldn't help but think of India, one of the countries with the highest happiness index in the world.    

    

Wasn't most people in India happy because they liked to sit at the base of the south wall wrapped in rags, squinting at the piles of excrement on the road ahead, thinking about a better tomorrow and being stuck in it?    

    

Lee Nanfang admits that he will never be able to reach the spiritual level of the Indian people.    

    

He was a super mortal.    

    

He liked to eat meat in big chunks, drink in big bowls, and have beautiful women around him like the clouds. He hugged the house that was warm in winter and cool in summer and had luxurious decorations on the side, and when he did the most unrefined things with them, he would occasionally look up and see the leisurely Nanshan Mountains.    

    

Until now, Lee Nanfang had secretly believed that he had reached this small goal.    

    

He had money, though not many beauties, and there were only seven or eight of them, counting them with both hands. And they were all temperamental, with personalities that gave men headaches.    

    

However, he was just barely able to do it. Lee Nanfang had always been an easy person to be satisfied with.    

    

However, the prerequisite for him to enjoy this mortal life was that the heavens would no longer stare at him, and would not stop causing trouble for him.    

    

Min Rou's news hadn't reached her yet, and it was unknown where Yang Guanguan had gone.    

    

"F * ck you, didn't you say that you were just strolling around the park? How come there's no one else around?"    

    

Lee Nanfang, who didn't drink the second pot in the coffee shop that he liked the most, cursed a bumpkin in 800 dialects and left in a fit of anger, looking for Yang Guanguan.    

    

Tonight at seven o'clock, he and Brother David were going to attend Lord Philip's charity party to see if he could find any clues from Hamm.    

    

Although it was still noon and still early seven in the evening, there were some preparations that needed to be done.    

    

For example, if Lee Nanfang was to try on the pile of clothes that he wouldn't let Graff buy in front of the mirror, she would have to buy them for him.    

    

There were a total of eighteen of them. To find a set of clothes that fit Lee Nanfang's temperament the most was a big project, and it would take at least four to five hours.    

    

Brother David and his partner had already returned to the castle in advance.    

    

Their early return was obviously not to worry about Brother Lee wearing that outfit. It was to prevent Black Dragon Group.    

    

With Japan people's mad dog natures, they should be able to do this.    

    

Just like how the Second World War was going to be a fierce battle, when America took the opportunity to make a fortune in the war, they didn't seem to have provoked anyone from Japan, causing Pearl Harbor to be blown up into a mess.    

    

It was said that more than two thousand American soldiers were still sleeping in one of the frigates at the bottom of the sea.    

    

Therefore, once he had a conflict with the Japan people, he had to think of the worst possible scenario.    

    

That's right.    

    

It was one of Lee Nanfang's great principles to take responsibility for his own work.    

    

Now that Brother David was implicated by him, he had to go back earlier. At the same time he changed his clothes, he discussed with Brother David about how to deal with those annoying Japan friends.    

    

Just when Lee Nanfang was anxious to go back, Yang Guanguan disappeared again.    

    

Lee Nanfang dialed her cell phone and also told her that the other person had turned off their phone.    

    

It looked like her phone was out of battery.    

    

"Damn it, you're already wearing that kind of clothes. Don't tell me you've been kidnapped by a trafficker?"    

    

Lee Nanfang circled the small park three times but didn't find Yang Guanguan. Lee Nanfang's endurance had reached its limit as he kicked a small stone into the air and then sat down on the bench gloomily.    

    

From here, he could see the coffee shop across the street, and he could even see the passersby.    

    

He hoped to see Yang Guanguan walk around in a circle somewhere and then go to the coffee shop to look for him.    

    

He waited patiently for a full 10 minutes, but there was still no sign of Yang Guanguan. Lee Nanfang took out his phone again, preparing to call Brother David and ask him to search for her through the police.    

    

There were cameras everywhere in the streets and alleys of London. If the police were deployed, they should be able to find out where Yang Guanguan had gone.    

    

However, when his finger was about to tap Brother David's cell phone number, Lee Nanfang retracted it back.    

    

It had only been an hour since Yang Guanguan had disappeared. Brother David was currently busy arranging manpower to deal with any problems with Black Dragon Group, so Lee Nanfang had asked him to use the police to search for her.    

    

If that's the case, even if Brother David didn't say it on the surface, he would definitely feel annoyed secretly.    

    

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Lee Nanfang would not do anything that would make others unhappy.    

    

"Well, wait. Another hour at most. Yang Guanguan, if you don't show up in an hour, let's see how I'll deal with you. Being afraid of male disease is impressive, but it can make my heart burn with anxiety? "Damn it, I'll scare you to death when the time comes."    

    

Lee Nanfang muttered to himself like a fool and started counting down. He muttered to himself, "Yang Guanguan, quickly appear, quickly appear."    

    

Yang Guanguan wasn't a Wind Catching Ear, so of course she couldn't hear Lee Nanfang's mutterings.    

    

Even if she did, she wouldn't go back.    

    

She hasn't killed anyone yet — she's going back, so why would she need to come all the way here?    

    

Yang Guanguan frowned slightly as she walked into the lobby of a car modification company called "Extreme Speed Whirlwind".    

    

The unique, faint smell of rotting flesh had become even stronger.    

    

This proved that Maumaijun, who had his nose broken by Lee Nanfang, was in this building.