Strongest Guard

When Lee Nanfang saw the report of Hamm clutching his throat as he died, he realized that Hamm was already dead.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even need to look at the contents of the English version of the newspaper to know that he had died because his throat had been crushed.    

    

Last night, he had just visited Hamm.    

    

He believed that Hamm was definitely not the person he was looking for, the trafficker Hamm.    

    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang didn't intend to reveal his "hideous face" and ask about his whereabouts. Instead, he would try to escape with his tail between his legs when a certain woman strongly requested for him to fall asleep.    

    

Since Hamm had pushed the pastry dealer to the front desk to mislead others, if Lee Nanfang went to look for trouble with him, it would only prove that he had a problem with his IQ.    

    

In the future, he wouldn't make things difficult for Hamm anymore.    

    

But who would have thought that Hamm died last night?    

    

Three more employees died with him.    

    

All of them died miserable deaths.    

    

Who killed Hamm?    

    

Not the police.    

    

Lee Nanfang could guarantee that even if all the police officers in London were pulled out, they would not be able to use such a method of killing.    

    

Forget about the London police. Even if it was Lee Nanfang, he wouldn't be able to break a person's throat so easily, not to mention letting others feel the pain of death, even if it was death itself …    

    

Therefore, the killer of Hamm and the others was an expert even more powerful than Lee Nanfang.    

    

In the whole world, how many people were stronger than Lee Nanfang in terms of close combat?    

    

He couldn't even use five fingers with a single slap.    

    

Hu Mietang was one. Jinghong Ming, Qin Laoqi, and Xie Qingshang also had this kind of ability.    

    

But why would they come to London and silently kill a puppet?    

    

That would be too detrimental to their status.    

    

Since it wasn't them, could it be their disciple? When he thought of this, someone's voice sounded from the front, interrupting his thoughts and subconsciously raising his head.    

    

This newspaper was left on a bench by the side of the road by a guest who had come to play in the park that morning and had forgotten to take it when he left.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was anxious to find Yang Guanguan, worried that if he went looking for her everywhere, she would run to the park or the coffee shop. She would run around when she couldn't find him, so she could only sit on the bench facing the coffee shop and wait for him.    

    

When she did, she found the newspaper.    

    

Since he had nothing better to do, he picked up the article while casually flipping through it.    

    

As they were speaking, a mother and daughter walked over.    

    

The young mother held her daughter's hand and explained to her the types of flowers and trees on the roadside. After looking Lee Nanfang in the eye, she politely smiled.    

    

Lee Nanfang replied with a gentleman's smile, then threw away the newspaper and stood up, walking quickly to the road.    

    

He finally saw Yang Guanguan.    

    

Yang Guanguan was on the sidewalk across the road, looking up at the name of the shop.    

    

After seeing the coffee shop she had stayed in, she clapped her hands excitedly and walked up the stairs. Just as she was about to open the door, a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her backward.    

    

"Ouch!"    

    

Yang Guanguan screamed as she stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.    

    

Just as she was about to lean back and fall to the ground, a powerful hand, no, an arm, wrapped around her slender waist and was led into a thick, warm embrace.    

    

When she looked up, she saw a handsome face — a face filled with anger — and her mouth was wide open like a lion's roar, "Where the hell did you run off to? Do you still remember when I told you not to leave me in the slightest before coming to the England? "You are a pig's head, can't you remember my words?"    

    

Yang Guanguan was stunned by Lee Nanfang's scolding, so she kept her body back and lay on Lee Nanfang's arm. She looked at his mouth and didn't dare to move at all.    

    

"Do you know how worried I am about you when I can't find you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang Kuang cursed for half a minute. "Do you know where we are? You're in London! Do you know what London is? This was the headquarters of the trafficker Hamm. If you let him kidnap you, how can I explain it to your dead family? Say something? Say something to me. Staring at me with a pair of ignorant little eyes, what does it mean to look at me? Are you stupid, or did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? "    

    

He must have attracted the attention of passers-by when he was berating Yang Guanguan.    

    

Of course, after hearing Lee Nanfang say whose base was this, he was definitely unhappy in his heart: "Damn, with a woman like you, even if you give money to Hamm, he still might not take a liking to you."    

    

However, when they saw how scared Lee Nanfang looked, no one dared to stand up for the beautiful London.    

    

Lee Nanfang grabbed Yang Guanguan's shoulder and stood her up, shaking her violently: "Speak, why aren't you saying anything?"    

    

"My, my eyes, are really big."    

    

Yang Guanguan finally spoke with a panicked expression on her face.    

    

His timid voice was not much louder than the sound of a mosquito.    

    

"You, you're really pissing me off."    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't expect Yang Guanguan to say this after holding it in for a long time.    

    

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to get angry. Beating women in the street seemed to be detrimental to his gentleman's demeanor.    

    

"Forget it, come with me. Damn it, Europeans love to watch. "A bunch of shabbies."    

    

Seeing that there were more and more onlookers, Lee Nanfang cursed in annoyance. He held Yang Guanguan's hand and quickly walked towards the east.    

    

Ye Zichen casually got into a taxi, and when he got in, Lee Nanfang couldn't help but reprimand him.    

    

Even the chauffeur could not stand to be accused of this. He raised his hand and blew the horn, reminding Yang Guanguan that as a man, his current behaviour was detrimental to all the manliness in London.    

    

Real London men, they beat women --    

    

"Alright, I won't say anymore."    

    

Lee Nanfang had no choice but to shut up when he saw that the drivers were fighting for Yang Guanguan.    

    

However, just after she had shut her mouth for a few seconds, she started to earnestly tell her to not take even half a step away from him next time.    

    

Otherwise, if she really lost him, how would he explain himself to the Chinese people?    

    

Yang Guanguan didn't say anything but just nodded her head repeatedly. She put her hands on her knees and looked so cute that even the driver felt awkward. But you're a middle-aged woman of forty, and you're so shabby. If he were to do this again, it would be deliberately spoiling his appetite. Sigh, I really shouldn't have tooted the horn just now to remind this bro not to mutter anymore. "Actually, this brother must have had a hard time finding such a beautiful woman at such an old age."    

    

As they chatted, the car stopped in front of David Bai's castle.    

    

Seeing Lee Nanfang tightly grab Yang Guanguan's hand as if he would fly away if he let go of her hand, the bodyguards in black suits bowed to them. Only then did the driver realize that they were from influential clans, and started to worry that if he cheated them for an extra pound, they would be punished.    

    

He quickly turned the car around and sped away.    

    

"Do you know how worried I am about you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't know how many times he said that, but he suddenly felt like he was going to become a long-tongued woman.    

    

But Yang Guanguan didn't think so.    

    

Even she was a bit surprised. With her personality, how could she allow Lee Nanfang to whisper in her ear for so long. Not only was she not annoyed, she even felt a faint sweetness in her heart.    

    

"You know how much I — I was going to take you out on the Flip cruise tonight and open your eyes. But you're really disobedient, what if you get kidnapped? So I've decided that you will stay in the castle tonight. Do you understand? "    

    

"Got it."    

    

Yang Guanguan lowered her head and replied softly.    

    

Her eyes, fixed on the tips of her feet, were now clearly vacant.    

    

She asked herself, why would she like Old Lady Lee Nanfang nagging at her?    

    

"Oh, yes. You still haven't told me where you were. "    

    

When they were about to walk into the hall of the castle, Lee Nanfang realized that he still hasn't asked the most important question.    

    

"I-I saw a car. On it, there was a very beautiful drawing. There were also a few people singing and dancing in the carriage. I like it. I saw it, I saw it, I followed it. "    

    

Yang Guanguan wasn't lying at all.    

    

She sniffed the rotten smell, and when she searched for Maumaijun's location, she saw a car like that.    

    

"That's a caravan, the gypsies did it. If you have nothing to do, you just wander around the world, specifically attracting retards like you."    

    

After another round of threats, Lee Nanfang finally let go of her hand and walked up the stairs.    

    

In the living room of the castle, more than a dozen people were either sitting or standing.    

    

These people were Brother David's most capable subordinates.    

    

Although he was not sure whether or not Maumaijun from Black Dragon Group would take revenge on him, it was not wrong to be careful.    

    

This way, he could avoid being in a state of panic when he was suddenly hit by Black Dragon Group.    

    

Seeing Lee Nanfang and Lee Nanfang enter, Brother David smiled and nodded at them, indicating for them to do as they pleased.    

    

It wasn't good for Lee Nanfang to get involved with matters of the gang.    

    

Anyway, he had offended the Black Dragon Group, if those Japan people really dared to come and mess with him, Lee Nanfang would definitely give Brother David an explanation.    

    

It's been a long time. No, it's been a few days since I last killed anyone.    

    

When they reached the fourth floor, they found Graff waiting for them at the foot of the stairs.    

    

They would have to leave for Philip's cruise before dark, and it was time to change.    

    

Graff was waiting here to help Lee Nanfang test his clothes.    

    

Lee Nanfang was too embarrassed to ask for her help.    

    

Besides, he was no longer a three year old child. He knew very well which clothes he should wear in order to display his extraordinary handsomeness.    

    

After rejecting Graff's good intentions, Lee Nanfang spent half an hour to find the outfit that suited him the most.    

    

In this crappy place like London, he couldn't even buy the most orthodox middle mountain dress.    

    

"Otherwise, I would definitely be more handsome than I am now."    

    

Facing the mirror, Lee Nanfang tidied up the tie on his neck, shook his head regretfully and walked out of the room.    

    

In the hall below, David Bai's underlings, who knew at a glance that they were not good people, had all left.    

    

Go to every front, and be prepared to fight with people from the Japan at any time.    

    

"Brother Lee, where's that beautiful lady?"    

    

Brother David stood up from the sofa and asked with a smile.    

    

"She said she was a bit tired, so she won't go tonight."    

    

Lee Nanfang found a random reason and changed the topic: "Are you ready to leave?"    

    

"Mm, it's about time."    

    

Brother David looked at the shining golden watch on his wrist and took Graff's arm. "I hope you can find something tonight."    

    

"Yeah. I really want to meet the real trafficker, Hamm. "    

    

While speaking, Lee Nanfang sat on Brother David's black Rolls-Royce.    

    

The car slowly drove out of the castle gate, and just as it headed down the mountain, Brother David's phone rang.    

    

Picking up the phone, he looked at the caller ID, then shook his head at Lee Nanfang who was about to leave, "What's the matter?" Wha … what? Say that again! "