Strongest Guard

When Yue Zitong walked to the place where the wild boar roamed, she didn't feel the effort.    

    

Unknowingly, he stood there staring into the night sky in a daze.    

    

However, when she walked back, her legs were like lead, and every step she took was extremely tiring.    

    

When she finally reached the hotel entrance, she secretly glanced behind her to confirm that Yang Xiao didn't chase after her. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.    

    

Don't look at how relaxed she looked when she left Yang Xiao.    

    

In fact, every nerve in her body was taut.    

    

She was truly afraid that Yang Xiao would suddenly go berserk and not keep his word. He would pounce on her and drag her into the underbrush. First, he would rape her, then kill her …    

    

Fortunately, it turned out that she was just scaring herself.    

    

When he walked up to the front of the hotel, Wang Yang let out a sigh of relief.    

    

Compared to Yue Zitong, Wang Yang was under even greater pressure.    

    

It was even more depressing.    

    

His back was straight, and he was no longer as straight as before.    

    

Her confidence had been completely destroyed by Yang Xiao. Soon, her heart was in chaos and she could no longer maintain her calm like before.    

    

Yue Zitong was slightly worried.    

    

She truly did not want Wang Yang to be in this state. After all, it was related to her safety.    

    

But what could she do to make Wang Yang regain his confidence?    

    

Unless — God will send someone to enlighten Wang Yang on how difficult it was for Yue Zitong to live until now.    

    

Even the best hotels in the county were incomparable to those in Beijing.    

    

It was because Yue Zitong was a secret service agent that she wouldn't mind the fact that the hotel didn't match her identity. She would rather sleep on the streets than live in a hotel.    

    

When she was on a mission as a secret agent, Hugh said he was staying in a low-class hotel, sleeping in a manure pit — anyone who said that, she'd let him sleep in a manure pit.    

    

There was no room for negotiation.    

    

However, she was still able to accept a hotel with a maximum of one hundred yuan per night.    

    

Despite the fact that as soon as they entered the corridor on the second floor, water dripped from the mottled walls of the ceiling and plastic sheets covered the windows and doors.    

    

However, after seeing the two loyal guards guarding the door of her room, these matters were no longer of concern.    

    

The entire hotel, which had about thirty guests, was reserved for Yue Zitong.    

    

There were at least a dozen guards inside and outside the hotel, loyally guarding the Patriarch's safety.    

    

Nodding her head, Yue Zitong thanked them for their hard work.    

    

Although Wang Yang lost his confidence and became distracted, he knew what she should do.    

    

Yue Zitong had just reached the door of her room when she pushed it open.    

    

Although the hotel was already guarded by the Yue Family and was so guarded that not even a fly could fly inside, Wang Yang still had to check the security inside before the family head entered.    

    

Yue Zitong felt that this was simply superfluous.    

    

With so many guards in charge of keeping the hotel safe, if someone were to sneak into her room again, there would be no need for these people to live anymore.    

    

However, she wouldn't interfere with Wang Yang's actions.    

    

This was something that Wang Yang couldn't ignore.    

    

Wang Yang pushed open the door and was about to walk in when he suddenly froze.    

    

There were actually two dark red dots in the dark room: one lit up, the other lit up.    

    

At the same time, the scent of tobacco wafted from the house.    

    

There was someone in the room.    

    

Two men smoking.    

    

There were two people smoking in the house, but the Yue Clan guards outside the room didn't notice them at all.    

    

"Come in."    

    

Just when Wang Yang's hand touched the butt of the gun, Yue Zitong noticed that there was a cigarette butt in the room and immediately realized something was wrong. Just as she was about to move to the side as fast as she could, someone in the room spoke.    

    

After hearing this voice, Wang Yang's tensed nerves instantly relaxed.    

    

Thin beads of sweat covered his forehead.    

    

She was too careless.    

    

Not only was he careless, his reaction speed was also slower by more than two times.    

    

If the person who spoke in the room wasn't the person she respected the most, but was trying to kill Yue Zitong's enemy instead, Patriarch Yue probably would have died with grievance by now.    

    

It wasn't just Wang Yang. The two guards guarding the door were scared to the point that their souls were about to leave their bodies.    

    

Fortunately, Yue Zitong had a large number of experts. She forgave them for their 'dereliction of duty' and waved her hand, indicating that they should go to the corridor window to cool off.    

    

The lights came on.    

    

He let Xie Qingshang, who was smoking on the sofa, shut his eyes subconsciously.    

    

Wang Yang walked in quickly. He kowtowed with his heel and saluted with his hand. He said in a hoarse voice, "Bureau —"    

    

Jinghong Ming raised his hand and interrupted her: "No need to say anymore, I already know."    

    

Xie Qingshang continued, "Not just you, even if it's your Chief of Police and me, we would still have to act like grandsons in front of him."    

    

Jinghong Ming frowned and glanced at him.    

    

Although Lao Xie's words weren't fart, but can't you put it in a more tactful way when you're expressing your intention to help Wang Yang regain his confidence?    

    

However, Lao Xie didn't really care.    

    

Having lived in seclusion for more than twenty years, he had long ago stopped caring about face.    

    

As expected, after hearing Lao Xie's words, the depressed Wang Yang's eyes slowly lit up.    

    

She didn't know Lao Xie, but from his attitude in front of the bureau chief, she could vaguely guess that he was one of the bird people in the Soaring Dragon.    

    

Since that white haired evildoer was someone that the bureau chief had to pretend to be his grandson even when meeting with a certain bird, then no, she was an existence that was willing to admit defeat. So what if she was beaten up by others?    

    

This could only mean that the stronger one was, the stronger one would be, and the stronger the mountain.    

    

However, she still looked at Jinghong Ming.    

    

Jinghong Ming nodded slowly. "Wang Yang, you did well."    

    

"Bureau chief!"    

    

Jinghong Ming's simple sentence made Wang Yang burst into tears. He was choked with sobs.    

    

As long as he could gain the recognition of the bureau chief, even if he was hit once more, so what?    

    

When the tears came to the corner of his mouth, Wang Yang suddenly thought of something. He immediately wiped his face and saluted again.    

    

This time, Jinghong Ming returned the greeting and stood up.    

    

The tears that Wang Yang had just wiped away suddenly gushed out again. He stomped on the ground and turned around to leave.    

    

His footsteps were sonorous and forceful.    

    

In the eyes of Wang Yang and the others, Jinghong Ming and the others were invincible legends.    

    

As for Lao Xie, since the two of them had teamed up in front of Yang Xiao, they also had to pretend to be his grandsons.    

    

She only needed to be sure that she didn't do anything wrong since Yang Xiao had destroyed her confidence.    

    

No matter how fierce a leopard is, even if it dies after encountering a tiger, it can't change the flaw of its inadequacy.    

    

They were not on the same level, so there was no need to lose confidence.    

    

Compared to Wang Yang, Yue Zitong could easily say some things, "I've heard that the four great Rankers of the Soaring Dragon have never lost a single time so far."    

    

"You don't have to try and provoke our general to chase after Yang Xiao and fight against the three lilies. Yet, you are standing on the side clapping your hands and watching a good show."    

    

Lao Xie rolled his eyes: "I admit, we are very powerful, but that is only limited to normal humans."    

    

"Xie Fourth Uncle, what are you talking about? I didn't mean that. "    

    

Yue Zitong blinked and acted innocent, "Isn't that Yang Xiao a normal person?"    

    

"Of course she would …"    

    

Just as Lao Xie finished his sentence, Jinghong Ming lightly kicked him with the tip of his foot.    

    

Only then did Lao Xie realize that he had almost blurted something out. He laughed awkwardly and reached out to grab the ashtray.    

    

Yue Zitong tilted her Tiny Skull: "Fourth Uncle, just finish what you have to say. Ghost Yang Xiao, what of course? Of course not a normal human? If he wasn't a normal human, then what did he become? A white fox or a white tiger? "    

    

Lao Xie was at a loss: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. "    

    

Yue Zitong curled her lips, crossed her arms over her chest, walked to the window, opened a window, and casually said, "I am your junior, a junior of the opposite sex." Other than that, I seem to be the Clan Master of the Yue Clan. This is not my boudoir, but it is my temporary abode. Girls were pretty casual in their own rooms. "Those stockings, those little clothes, they will definitely be put away …"    

    

The more she spoke, the darker Jinghong Ming's face became.    

    

Yue Zitong turned around and looked at the two Great God s who must be respected in the past and continued, smiling like flowers, "If people knew that my two uncles suddenly came uninvited in the middle of the night and saw something that they shouldn't have seen while I was away. "Then, alas, even if I jump into the Yellow River, I won't be able to wash it off."    

    

It was obvious that Yue Zitong, who always liked to speak in an official tone, was secretly threatening Lao Xie and the others. She quickly said what she did not say earlier!    

    

Otherwise, the legend of the two of them being shameless would spread very quickly in the martial arts world.    

    

Being scolded by tens of thousands of people!    

    

Jinghong Ming was furious.    

    

Even if that was the truth.    

    

However, the problem was that they were doing this only to avoid being noticed by others. They didn't want Sui Yueyue's spies to see it, right?    

    

How could it be as terrible as what Yue Zitong had said? To do things that defiled one's own reputation while she was not around?    

    

Jinghong Ming wanted to get angry.    

    

However, just as he was about to open his mouth, he remembered Yue Zitong's current identity.    

    

She was the head of the Yue Clan in Beijing. From a certain perspective, she was several times taller than the two of them.    

    

Jinghong Ming was sure that if he got angry, Yue Zitong would immediately bring out the airs of a family head and scold them without a trace of politeness.    

    

And they, could only obediently listen.    

    

Jinghong Ming was a bit regretful. If Wu Tie had come here tonight, Yue Zitong would not be so arrogant.    

    

The reason was simple, Xiao Yue's identity as the family head was nothing in front of Lao Qin, who was known as the "Sneaking Lady".    

    

But -- Just when Jinghong Ming was angry and angry, Lao Xie said, "It's fine, if you can't wash it off, then you can't wash it off. In any case, I think we can get it back from that little bastard Lee Nanfang, no matter how wronged we are. "My little life, when the time comes, you must show mercy. After all, that is my student. If you don't look at the monastic side, you must look at the Buddhist side."    

    

Jinghong Ming said coldly, "Break at most one of his legs, so that he can walk with crutches in the future."    

    

Lao Xie was shocked, "Ah, it can't be? "So vicious."    

    

Jinghong Ming let out a laugh, revealing his neat white teeth. Under the dim yellow light bulb, he looked like he was choosing a person to eat. "Haha, do you dare to say it, I don't dare to say it?"    

    

"I …"    

    

Lao Xie started to hesitate.    

    

Jinghong Ming wasn't like Lao Qin, who sometimes farts when he speaks.    

    

He was a typical man of his word, of his word.    

    

Otherwise, how could he possibly sit on the throne of the Great Director of the Supreme Security Office for more than twenty years?    

    

A leader who doesn't keep his word is one who can forget about winning authority in front of his subordinates.    

    

Yue Zitong forced a smile and raised her hands. "Fine, fine, at least you two are men. It's okay for me to surrender, right?"    

    

"If you had said so earlier, you would have saved us the trouble of taking advantage of our seniority."    

    

Before Lao Xie finished his sentence, Jinghong Ming said coldly, "I'm not relying on my seniority to show off."    

    

Xie Qingshang glared and was about to say something, but Yue Zitong, who was anxious to know why they were here, quickly said, "Fourth Uncle, Uncle, why are you guys here?"