Strongest Guard

Like fireworks, a dance melody suddenly exploded from more than ten speakers.    

    

At the same time, all the lights were turned off.    

    

It was pitch black.    

    

This sudden change caused all the noise to stop.    

    

Yue Zitong, Director Dong, and the others also finished their sharp gazes and turned to look at the stage in unison.    

    

He couldn't see anything, but the dance music became even more intense, with the faint sound of a woman humming.    

    

This low, hoarse, and very hysterical humming caused all the men present to perk up, causing all the women to blush. Their thoughts couldn't help but follow the dance music as they imagined the scene they wanted to see.    

    

A dazzling white light that seemed to fly from the heavens, with a hint of blue, flashed past everyone's eyes like a bolt of lightning. When everyone had no choice but to close their eyes, the lights lit up.    

    

Multicolored lights, energetic elves like, run around the floor, flickering.    

    

Nanfang's corporation had paid a high price to hire a lighting master and a sound master. Their expertise was too great, they were definitely the first to take the initiative.    

    

Even Dung Shixiong and the others, who had seen this effect, were shocked, let alone the others.    

    

After a white light flashed, everyone opened their eyes.    

    

More than a dozen beauties dressed in gauze appeared on the stage. They twisted their waists in an enchanting manner, and with the beat of the drum in the dance, the flickering lights stuck out, making a gesture that would cause one's blood to boil.    

    

If this was the last century, if they dared to perform like this, they would definitely be taken by the police as targets to be taken away to the prison furnace to be retrained.    

    

But now, looking at the expression on the Director's face, one could tell that this passionate dance had been admired as art.    

    

What the people like is called art.    

    

It was said that the words of a great man were already revered as a golden law by the actors in the action movies of love affairs. That was why they called themselves artists.    

    

The rain and snow outside was getting heavier and heavier.    

    

The northwest wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the canvas ceiling and rustling it.    

    

However, no one noticed this. Everyone's gazes were attracted by the jumping sexy Elves on the stage. Naturally, no one noticed this either. After the dance music exploded, many more people came in.    

    

In order to attract attention, the Jack Group had sent out tens of thousands of leaflets in the busy streets today under the leadership of Lili, which would certainly have some effect.    

    

No matter how bad the weather was, it could not stop people from admiring the beauty and yearning for it.    

    

At the beginning of the show, these people were hiding somewhere and none of them could be seen.    

    

Smoke rose into the air from the exhibition center. After the music exploded, it was as if these people had come out of the ground and entered the venue. There were roughly a hundred of them.    

    

But just as Great Crow said, judging from the shoes alone, most of these people were laborers living nearby. Some of them even had cigarettes in their hands as they looked at the stage with a blissful expression.    

    

Smoking was not allowed in the venue, this was a mandatory rule of almost all theaters, no fighting or making trouble, imitating Japan and love films on the spot, and it was even called the Three Great Forbidden.    

    

Chen Dalee, who was in charge of the security of the venue, noticed these smokers. He was about to go over to persuade them, but then he stopped himself, "Ai, the venue occupies so much space. It's big enough for thousands of people to stand. It's also a ventilator, so smoking will not pollute the air quality. "    

    

Director of Division Chen ignored the smokers, but he focused his attention on the people with cameras on their shoulders.    

    

When a three-year-old sees these people, he can also see that they are journalists.    

    

Furthermore, along with the explosive dance music, the number of reporters present also increased. There were already around thirty to forty people.    

    

The kind and humble laborers naturally noticed these people. They subconsciously moved to the side, afraid that it would affect their photos and videos.    

    

Slowly, dozens of reporters formed a separate group. The spotlights constantly flashed on, and everyone wore a mysterious smile on their faces.    

    

A large number of reporters joined in. This was a good thing to be able to effectively publicize the products of Nanfang Group.    

    

But the question was, would they advertise it to Nanfang Group?    

    

Dung Shixiong expressed his doubts, but he didn't know what to do.    

    

He couldn't just kick them out just because they came with ill intentions and deliberately discredit Nanfang's products, right?    

    

Yue Zitong, Director Dong, and the others had also noticed them.    

    

However, other than frowning, what else could Director Yue do?    

    

This might be a good opportunity for the bureau chief to show off his ability. He immediately called over Bai Linger, asking her to go ask the reporters which media they came from.    

    

If it was the media from Green Mountain, not only the decorations, but also the face of the board who came to personally pay their respects.    

    

If any of the media outlets on Qingshan knew that the bureau chief was here to support them, yet they still posted an article discrediting Nanfang Group the next day, then the city bureau would not hesitate to go to their unit to investigate any hidden dangers.    

    

The booth itself was one of the ten-odd people with the most authority in Qingshan.    

    

If someone dared to slap his face, he would definitely not give them any face at all.    

    

Whoever is behind these media outlets, it doesn't turn out too well.    

    

The Director had put in a lot of effort to help Officer Bai.    

    

Officer Bai was grateful, but she was also apologetic.    

    

Especially when the Director and Yue Zitong looked at each other, Bai Linger wanted to tell him several times, "I don't want to hit on Lee Nanfang anymore. Your actions really make me lose face. Besides him, no one else wants me to do that."    

    

However, for the sake of face, Bai Linger held back her hope that Lee Nanfang could accept her.    

    

The only thing he could do was to be more grateful to the bureau chief and secretly swear that he would be holding a gun in his hand from now on.    

    

Soon, Bai Linger was back at the bureau chief's side.    

    

Due to the loud music from the dancers, they were unable to speak quietly. They could only shout in his ear, "I have already checked. Of the numerous reporters, only three are from Qingshan's side. They were "Qingshan Morning Post", "Qingshan Entertainment Channel" and "Qingshan Evening News"! "    

    

"Where are the others?"    

    

the Director asked loudly.    

    

"They are all from foreign cities. Some are even from Beijing and Lingnan, as well as a few other tabloid reporters."    

    

"F * ck, these people want to cause trouble."    

    

While the Director was cursing, the dancing music seemed to have come to an abrupt halt. That was why many people had heard his words.    

    

Yue Zitong, of course, also heard his words and "cooperated" with him as she let out a disdainful sneer.    

    

The dignified Chief of Green Mountain Sect, the guardian of the seven million citizens' spiritual civilization, actually dared to say such things in front of so many people. It was truly a disgrace to the face of the bureau chief.    

    

Yue Zitong sneered. Of course, it was not just because of the Director's vulgarities, but to remind him, "Do you think that the reporters will give you face and not discredit the Nanfang Group if you can cross the mountain and sit here like a money-grubbing cat? Mr. Director, you are very childish. "Once you leave Qingshan, who else can you care about?"    

    

The Director obviously knew what Yue Zitong's timely laughter meant.    

    

Her old face immediately turned red. She raised her hand to slap Yue Zitong's head and said, "Yue Zitong, you are simply going too far. Do you believe that I will send someone to your company tomorrow to investigate all the hidden dangers?"    

    

However, he immediately put his hands down and sighed dejectedly.    

    

There is a saying that no harm befalls his wife and children — Yue Zitong's conflict with the bureau is limited to matters of personal affection and has nothing to do with others.    

    

It was because of this that Yue Zitong had the high fighting spirit to fight him to the death.    

    

Even if he mistreated Yue Zitong into a Stinky Sock, not to mention whether he could help Bai Linger get Lee Nanfang, he would still be despised if he made a principled mistake.    

    

Seeing the director put down his hand dejectedly, Director Yue picked up a glass of red wine and stared at the departing beauties. He lazily pointed at them and scolded, "Sometimes, a donkey can't catch a mouse no matter how strong it is."    

    

"Yue Zitong, you … you're too presumptuous!"    

    

The director finally stood up, his face full of anger.    

    

Who is he?    

    

He is the patron saint of seven million Qingshan people. You can call him the Black Faced God, the bandit's bane, and the good people's son, but you can't imply that he is a donkey.    

    

Donkey, is there such dignity and might as long as the bureau chief?    

    

This was definitely Red Fruit's personal attack. Regardless of whether or not he was seated, Uncle could endure it, but Aunt could not.    

    

As the Director stood up, Deputy Director Ma and his men all stood up from their chairs. Dozens of pairs of eyes were glinting with anger as they glared at Yue Zitong.    

    

Killing intent soared to the heavens.    

    

However, Yue Zitong showed no signs of backing down. She slammed the glass cup down on the table and stood up.    

    

Deputy Director Wang and company, who were qualified to sit in the VIP seats with her, also stood up and stared back at her.    

    

Secretary Little Du even rolled up his sleeves.    

    

Kaihuang Group and these people were like leopards that had eaten their guts. They wanted to fight with the main head of the city police department, and most importantly, everyone could see that this dispute was limited to personal feelings. It had nothing to do with work or one's own future.    

    

There was no need to worry. When they made a move that resolutely supported Director Yue, they would be met with the retaliation from Qingshan City Board.    

    

If so, why not take the opportunity to be as loyal as Director Yue?    

    

Didn't you see Lee Quancai? He even blew his whistle, yelling at his heavily armed men to immediately attack and protect Director Yue to the death?    

    

"F * ck, a bunch of insignificant security guards actually dare to put on such a front towards our seat, don't be too arrogant." Come on, brothers, let's go! Let's see who dares to touch a single hair on our head! "    

    

Xiao Lee, who had taken over the patrol job from Bai Linger after the performance, immediately ran over with his men when he was noticed by the dozen police officers patrolling in all four directions.    

    

These people, were all at the Criminal Police.    

    

Seems like only people who helped the White Tiger, Big Brother, and Second Elder, who had eyes above others, would lower themselves to be patrolmen.    

    

To be honest, even though both sides had about the same number of armed personnel, if an argument really broke out, Criminal Police and the rest of his group could defeat Lee Quancai and the others within half a minute.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. The two sides were at each other's throats, as if a bloody battle was about to break out.    

    

Even though Dung Shixiong was skilled at work, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. He was a little scared and hurriedly ran over to be the peacemaker: "Director, Director Yue, let's talk properly..."    

    

"Get up!"    

    

Mr. Director, Director Yue turned to look at him at the same time.    

    

Who are we, and who are you?    

    

How can you meddle in our private affairs?    

    

Unwelcome by both sides, Dung Shixiong could only be stunned for a moment before retreating in embarrassment to find Chen Dalee.