Strongest Guard

When the two soldiers saw Yue Zitong, they clearly said that time was of the essence and that they had something to explain on the way.    

    

But when Yue Zitong asked what was wrong, they shut their mouths like deaf and dumb people, not even sparing her a glance.    

    

Yue Zitong wasn't angry.    

    

She was well aware of what the two officers had been told to do before they came to pick her up.    

    

Even if he had a gun pointed at their heads, he wouldn't be able to get them to speak.    

    

Since that's the case, then there's no need to waste time. After arranging Deputy Director Wang and the others to take care of the company using her phone, Yue Zitong closed her eyes and wondered why her grandpa wanted her to return to Beijing and why he left in such a hurry.    

    

It was as if if the unreasonable old man would die if she were to delay any longer.    

    

When she thought of the word "die," Yue Zitong was suddenly shocked. She thought of the voice her grandfather had used to talk to her. Although he was still as domineering as ever, he seemed a little weak and powerless.    

    

"Could grandpa be …"    

    

Yue Zitong panicked as soon as the bad idea rose in her heart.    

    

Only then did she realize that no matter how much she disapproved of the old tutor, he was still her own grandfather.    

    

He was also the person who doted on her the most.    

    

All these years, if it wasn't because of Lao Yue protecting her, she believed that Yue Zitong and her mother would have already been eaten up by her uncle, Second Uncle, and the others.    

    

He even used Kaihuang Group as a dowry for his wedding. Stop messing around, I'll give each of you two a "golden rice bowl".    

    

If the lordmaster passed away just like that, then Yue Zitong's roots would be completely severed.    

    

Those without a root would just be duckweed, and would lack a sense of security.    

    

Moreover, once anything happened to the old man, no one would discipline Yue Lincheng and the others who had already wanted to take back their Kaihuang Group.    

    

Thinking of this, Yue Zitong wanted to rush to Beijing more urgently than the two military officers.    

    

After the military vehicle drove out of Qingshan City, it directly arrived at the military airport.    

    

The propeller of a small military transport plane was already beginning to spin.    

    

A few minutes later, the military aircraft whizzed into the blue sky.    

    

Dragon-hiding Mountain.    

    

Although the name was domineering, it could not be found on the map.    

    

There were many pine trees on the Dragon-hiding Mountain, so even in winter, it would still look lush and verdant from afar.    

    

On the mountain, there were about a dozen small Chinese style courtyards.    

    

Those who had the qualifications to live in the Dragon-hiding Mountain were all great figures who had made great contributions to the nation.    

    

It was Yue Zitong's first time coming to this place after she got off the plane and changed to a different car.    

    

By the time her feet hit the ground, it had been two hours and forty minutes.    

    

On the way here, she saw many large signs on the roadside, with the words "Military Major Area, Person is Not to Be Close" on them.    

    

At the intersection of the mountain, there were armed policemen on both sides of the intersection.    

    

There were a few people standing at the intersection. When they saw the car stop, they quickly walked over.    

    

Yue Zitong recognized the person walking in front. It was her grandfather's life secretary, Zong Gaang.    

    

Behind Zong Gaang were three young men and women.    

    

Yue Zitong had a slight impression of the three of them — her cousin, her cousin?    

    

"Zitong, you're here."    

    

The quickly approaching secretary said in a gentle tone and stretched out his right hand.    

    

Although Secretary Zong's expression was normal, Yue Zitong could clearly see the sadness, anxiety, and negative emotions from his eyes.    

    

This made her heart sink again. She held his hand and urgently asked: "Uncle Zong, how is my grandpa?"    

    

Before Zong Gaang could say anything, a girl behind him snorted and whispered: "Fake it."    

    

Yue Zitong, who had already realized that her grandpa was in trouble, was already flustered and annoyed. Now, after hearing what she said, her anger rose up and she took a step aside to avoid Zong Gaang. She glared at her and shouted, "Who the fuck are you calling hypocritical?"    

    

The girl didn't expect Yue Zitong to dare to swear at her in a place like this. She was stupefied.    

    

Her two companions also didn't expect Yue Zitong to be like this. After a moment of surprise, the young man reacted first and immediately exclaimed in a low voice, "Yue Zitong, what's with your attitude?"    

    

"What's with my attitude? Are you blind?"    

    

Yue Zitong, who had experienced a few life and death situations, didn't care about this kind of young man who still had the hair on his lips. She sneered and didn't try to take advantage of them anymore.    

    

Zong Gaang, on the other hand, was a bit embarrassed: "Calm down everyone... Zitong, you probably don't know them, right? "Come, let me introduce you."    

    

"Too lazy to know."    

    

"Uncle Zong, don't tell this little bitch —"    

    

The person who said she didn't want to know was naturally Yue Zitong.    

    

In the whole Yue Clan, other than Old Master Yue and his personal secretary Zong Gaang, Yue Zitong did not have any good impression of anyone else.    

    

A few arrogant, immature and inexperienced children who relied on the big tree that was the Yue Clan. It was important to know who they were.    

    

However, compared to Yue Zitong, who was too lazy to know, the performance of the girl who was scolded by her was detrimental to her demeanor as an aristocrat girl of the Wealthy Class. She opened her mouth and cursed at the little slut.    

    

Before she could finish her words, a white light flashed before her eyes.    

    

Pow!    

    

A crisp slap sounded out from her left side.    

    

Nobody, including Zong Gaang, had expected Yue Zitong to beat someone up.    

    

Although the girls were young, and only about sixteen or seventeen years old, they were still core members of the Yue Clan.    

    

The girl that scolded Yue Zitong was Yue Linchuan's youngest daughter.    

    

As for the other two, they were the grandchildren of Lao Yue and his brother. They could be considered Yue Zitong's cousins.    

    

These children were usually the ones that bullied others, since when did they ever get touched by a finger?    

    

But now, there was actually someone in Dragon-hiding Mountain who slapped one of them in the face in front of Old Master Yue's life secretary and dozens of martial police warriors.    

    

The word 'stupefied' could no longer describe the reaction of a girl.    

    

As if he had seen a ghost, he covered his face with his left hand and stared blankly at Yue Zitong. After a full ten seconds, he muttered, "Little … Little slut, you dare hit …"    

    

Pow!    

    

Another resounding slap on the face.    

    

The first time Yue Zitong had hit her, it had been on account of the fact that they were cousins. She had used only a bit of strength and showed a bit of discipline to make her understand that a real lady of a wealthy family could not say such words, even though her experience in cursing people was something even girls could not match up to.    

    

However, the second slap from Yue Zitong used almost all of her strength.    

    

Yue Zitong had, after all, been in State Security for six years. Through the system's training of strength, her hand strength was several times stronger than an ordinary woman's. It was normal for her to slap so hard that she turned the girl around three times.    

    

"Zitong, calm down, calm down!"    

    

Zong Gaang finally reacted after seeing the girl spinning a few rounds on the spot and squatting down on the ground. He quickly opened his hands and blocked in front of her.    

    

It was Old Master Yue's order for him to bring the three girls to meet Yue Zitong at the foot of the mountain.    

    

This was to show his guilt towards the Yue Clan for chasing her out of the family.    

    

But the three of them didn't understand what the old tutor meant.    

    

On the way down the mountain, she kept muttering to herself, "What qualifications does Yue Zitong have to be worthy of being greeted by the three of them?"    

    

After Zong Gaang heard this, he bitterly smiled in his heart: "No wonder the Old Master said that once he passes away, the Yue Clan will only be able to shine for another ten years at most. Sigh, old ginger is still spicier. "Just based on the attitude of these people towards Yue Zitong, we can see that the old tutor's worries are not unnecessary."    

    

He wanted to persuade her, but then he realized that he was still an outsider. It would be best if he didn't get involved with the internal conflict of the Yue Clan, in case he didn't try hard to please them.    

    

But he really didn't expect that before he could introduce them to each other, Yue Zitong had already started hitting people.    

    

He was also responsible for the occurrence of such a matter. How could he not be anxious?    

    

What was more anxious than Zong Gaang was the boy that had just woken up.    

    

Since he had practiced Taekwondo since he was seven years old, he didn't even think about the relationship between him and Yue Zitong when he saw his sister getting beaten. He only roared loudly, grabbed Zong Gaang's shoulder, threw him to the side, his right foot flew up, and kicked Yue Zitong in the jaw.    

    

"Qing Shan, calm down!"    

    

Caught off guard, Zong Gaang, who was thrown to the side, saw that the situation was about to go out of control and quickly shouted.    

    

How could Yue Qing Shan be willing to listen to Zong Gaang's advice?    

    

He wanted nothing more than to kick Yue Zitong to the ground and say something else.    

    

However, he obviously overestimated his martial prowess, yet he just happened to underestimate Yue Zitong.    

    

Aunt Yue had gone to the United States alone. Under the frenzied pursuit of several high-ranking intelligence agents, she could still push Lee Nanfang away easily. To deal with this kind of hedonistic young master who thought he was invincible after learning Taekwondo, it was simply too easy.    

    

Sneering coldly, Yue Zitong also stomped her feet.    

    

It was a precise kick from the tip of its foot landing on Yue Qingshan's inner thigh.    

    

With a single kick, he kicked Yue Qingshan's right leg into a 180 degree turn.    

    

With a bang, he hit his sister who was standing behind him.    

    

His sister immediately let out a blood-curdling screech and fell backwards, blood flowing out of her nose.    

    

"Stop fighting!"    

    

Zong Gaang was truly frightened. He shouted and then shouted at the armed police standing guard, "What are you all waiting for? Don't you know what to do?"    

    

The armed police officer felt wronged.    

    

You can't even control these young masters and young misses, how would we dare to casually stretch out our hands?    

    

However, since Zong Gaang had already spoken, it would be a bit unreasonable for them to hide at the side and watch the show.    

    

Several people rushed over while shouting. They held hands and formed a human wall, separating the two parties.    

    

Actually, even without them trying to stop her, Yue Zitong would not do so.    

    

Bullying a few inexperienced men? What kind of hero are they?    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

Just as Zong Gaang was crying and scolding all over the place, he heard a shout coming from the mountain when he didn't know how to persuade Zong Gaang.    

    

Yue Zitong raised her head and saw seven or eight people quickly walking down from the front. The one leading the way was a middle-aged man in a dark suit.    

    

The second son of Lao Yue, Yue Linchuan, could be considered as number one in China.    

    

The one who was slapped was his youngest daughter.    

    

Yue Linchuan immediately understood what was going on when he saw five clear finger marks on his daughter's white face, then looked at Yue Zitong who was holding hands with the police.    

    

However, even if he didn't have a good disposition and cared about his daughter being beaten up, he was still Yue Lao'er after all. In front of so many outsiders, he obviously wouldn't roll up his sleeves and pounce on Yue Zitong — I'll beat you to death, little slut.    

    

Yue Linchuan was still able to maintain his identity and endure it. However, a noblewoman beside him shouted in a shrill voice: "Bitch, you dare hit my daughter!"