Strongest Guard

Not long after the sandstorm, Chairman Liang also heard the sneering female voice.    

    

It was just that in that situation, compared to the danger posed by the sandstorm, the laughter was much less dangerous.    

    

It could even be ignored.    

    

What's more, Jinghong Ming took the initiative to go over to check it out?    

    

There was nothing about Jinghong Ming being unfair!    

    

Chairman Liang also thought the same, so after Jinghong Ming jumped out, he focused all of his attention on ordering everyone to retreat.    

    

It wasn't until Yue Zitong fainted with a single punch, woke up, and rushed back, and listened to her recount it all. Only then did she realize how dangerous Yue Zitong's situation had been at that time.    

    

Qi Yue, one of the top bodyguards in China, was trained by Jinghong Ming. However, in front of the bronze masked woman, she didn't last long before she was heavily injured and passed out.    

    

What made Chairman Liang even more afraid was that this ghost-masked woman that was going to kill Yue Zitong only appeared in front of her after she broke through Jinghong Ming's outer line of defense.    

    

"Could it be that Director-general Jinghong —"    

    

Just as Chairman Liang said this in a bitter voice, he heard a voice from behind him: "I'm fine. I've troubled you. "    

    

Chairman Liang immediately looked back and saw an ashen-faced Jinghong Ming walk in.    

    

His face was covered in dust, and although it greatly affected the might of the Chief of the Supreme Security Office, his chest was still as straight as always.    

    

Anyone who saw Jinghong Ming would feel a sense of security.    

    

Jinghong Ming had used his decades of hard work, no less than a hundred battles, but he had never lost a single time.    

    

"It's great that Director-general Jinghong is fine."    

    

Chairman Liang let out a sigh of relief and sincerely smiled: "I'll go outside and take care of Yue Zitong."    

    

Chairman Liang was well aware of the relationship between Jinghong Ming and Yue Zitong. He knew that they were the real 'one' and that some words were more suited for their conversation. If he stayed, Patriarch Yue would have more scruples and might as well leave.    

    

After seeing Chairman Liang off respectfully, Jinghong Ming looked at Yue Zitong, who was covered in blood, and asked with a frown, "What's going on?"    

    

No matter how much he despised Yue Zitong's actions of squeezing Lee Nanfang's value, he knew that this girl held an important meaning that no one could replace.    

    

Therefore, he had to take care of Yue Zitong.    

    

"Someone wants to kill me."    

    

Yue Zitong's answer was also succinct. "It was the woman who had snickered in the distance when the storm just started."    

    

Before Jack could say anything, she said, "Uncle Jinghong, you didn't stop him."    

    

There was a sense of blame in his words.    

    

Jinghong Ming didn't care at all. His lips curled up: "You're still standing here properly."    

    

With his 20 years of official career, Jinghong Ming, who was never good with words, learned what to say in order to give the opponent the most incisive counterattack.    

    

Didn't Yue Zitong blame him for his "incompetence" and didn't stop the bronze masked woman?    

    

Then Jinghong Ming retorted: "So what? You're still standing here, and she's gone. "    

    

Yue Zitong changed the topic. "Uncle Jinghong —"    

    

Jinghong Ming interrupted her: "Patriarch Yue, you can still call me by my name or by my position."    

    

Did Patriarch Yue really want to call him uncle?    

    

Even if Patriarch Yue took advantage of Little Nephew's behavior, being shameless and being looked down on by others, what can you do about it?    

    

Yue Zitong immediately followed his lead, "Director-general Jinghong, do you know who that damned woman is?"    

    

Jinghong Ming thought about it and said, "I want to kill your man."    

    

If so, could Yue Zitong curse?    

    

Forget it.    

    

Not only was Guain's Jinghong Ming an elder, he was also not lying. He was only answering questions in a way that was too "euphemistic".    

    

It would be better to simply ask, "If you ask me, who should I ask?"    

    

Yue Zitong considered it to be one of the most boring things to talk to someone like Jinghong Ming.    

    

Especially when he was lacking in confidence, it was best to get straight to the point.    

    

After a few minutes, Yue Zitong, who was extremely eloquent, appeared and knocked Qi Yue unconscious. Just as she was about to make a move on the poor aunt, a guy with a ponytail took the opportunity to sneak an attack and used a triangle-shaped iron as a spear. He threw the woman out of the window and let the tornado take her away.    

    

While she was narrating this, Jinghong Ming was listening quietly the whole time, not saying a word.    

    

Even after this aunt had finished speaking, he still remained silent and turned to leave.    

    

"Wait!"    

    

Yue Zitong was slightly unhappy: "Director-general Jinghong, don't you want to say something?"    

    

"I've already said what I wanted to say."    

    

"Have you ever talked to me so much? "How do I know what you're going to say now?"    

    

"I say, sooner or later you'll regret it."    

    

Jinghong Ming turned his head and looked at her coldly. He didn't wait for her to say anything and walked out quickly.    

    

Yue Zitong stared blankly at his back, and after he disappeared outside the door, she exclaimed loudly, "Why should I regret it? I didn't do anything wrong! "    

    

Crack!    

    

Just as she finished speaking, there was suddenly a clap of thunder in the sky outside the window.    

    

Soon after, dense drops of rain began to fall.    

    

The raindrops clattered against the colored steel tiles of the east wall.    

    

When they hit the surface of a small river, they would create small splashes.    

    

This year, there was a lot of rain in Beijing. This little river that did not have much water in the past year had reached its highest level in history.    

    

Wang Dacheng was squatting in front of him. The deepest part of the river was about four meters deep.    

    

He sat on the horse and listened to the sound of the rain hitting on the Sunshade, humming "Wise King's Mountain" while staring at the fishing rod floating on the water, not needing to be eaten next time, and not having the money to spend on "ordinary people", only then would he be able to deeply experience the transcendent artistic conception in the poem of the ancients.    

    

The wind and rain were gentle, so he didn't need to return home.    

    

There used to be fish in the shallow waters of this river.    

    

However, at that time, the biggest fish were only the size of a palm.    

    

But after several heavy rains since summer this year, the fish in the river have grown almost overnight.    

    

The largest one weighed at least three to four pounds!    

    

Alright, let's stop trying to mystify things.    

    

The fish in the stream didn't suddenly grow up. It was because after a few consecutive torrential rains, the water in the fish ponds upstream was full. The fish that were reared shook their heads and wagged their tails, fleeing into the river.    

    

Wang Dacheng had been fishing every day for eighteen consecutive days, and his harvest was quite bountiful.    

    

The owner of the fishpond had also found him, saying that the fish were his.    

    

"Are you kidding me?    

    

You say these fish are yours, you call them by their name, will they agree?    

    

Don't agree?    

    

Then hurry up and roll.    

    

Don't be rude to me.    

    

Do you know who the teacher of the head teacher of the second elder's house next door is?    

    

It was the beautiful sister of the Beijing Lin Family, Lin Kangbai Young Master Lin, whom he had fallen in love with during his hospitalization!    

    

Do you believe that with my phone call, the police will be able to catch you and hold you in detention for half a month?    

    

Sigh, don't go if you have the guts!    

    

Hmph, at least you got a good year.    

    

If it was in the seventies of the Last Century, I would have had to cut off your bourgeois tail.    

    

Sigh, that era is still the best. Whoever has the money will go to his house and rob him, and not only will he not get caught, he will even gain merits from it.    

    

How could it be like this modern society where things were flowing freely. Yesterday, when he touched the butt of a little girl on the bus, he was called an old hooligan by a lot of people.    

    

Pui!    

    

"If this were in my youth, I'd have to let you know what's real."    

    

The more Wang Dacheng thought about it, the angrier he got, especially after thinking about how his "commander" of the past had fallen to the point where he couldn't even marry his own wife.    

    

Just as he was about to open his mouth and curse, he suddenly saw something big descending from the sky.    

    

It landed right in front of him on the water surface. With a loud splash, water splashed in all directions.    

    

Just like a cannonball, the water that was splashed up made Wang Da Cheng, who was sitting under the Sunshade, look like a drowned chicken.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

Wang Dacheng was so confused that he forgot to wipe the water off his face and stared blankly at the river.    

    

After the water splashed, something rose up from the water.    

    

This was a person.    

    

Woman!    

    

Wang Da Cheng blinked hard. When he saw the person that was quickly floating up to the surface of the water and then slowly sinking down, he immediately made the most accurate judgement.    

    

Although he hadn't seen the man's face clearly, he could tell from the way the woman floated up that she was a woman.    

    

When men and women were drowning and drowning, or when they were unconscious, men would face down while women were facing up against them. As for why it was this way-- Wang Dacheng was too lazy to explain anything, all he needed to know was that the person who suddenly fell from the sky was a woman.    

    

Zi Fann was a woman, so Wang Da Cheng was interested.    

    

After all, ordinary people would never understand Old Bachelor. How much they longed to have a woman's heart.    

    

He looked around and didn't see any random people.    

    

Wang Da Cheng looked up at the sky again.    

    

When the dense rain fell down, apart from the rain, there was still no trace of rain. There was no sign of any spaceship.    

    

Who cares!    

    

Wang Dacheng immediately took off his watch, threw off his slippers, and raised his hands high in the air. Taking a deep breath, he jumped into the river. His actions were in no way inferior to a professional diver.    

    

Good water was also the main reason why Wang Da Cheng was able to survive until now.    

    

Otherwise, thirty years ago, after he had raped and killed a foreign woman and was chased by the police to the riverbank, if he hadn't relied on his water prowess, he would have been shot dead.    

    

Wang Dacheng's movements in the water were quite agile. Soon, he dove into the water and grabbed the woman's hair.    

    

It didn't take much effort at all. Lao Wang only got time to look at her face after he dragged her out of the water.    

    

It was a woman. It couldn't be wrong.    

    

It was this face — it was colorful. What was that smeared on?    

    

It seriously stopped Lao Wang from noticing the eyes of a beauty.    

    

Ye Zichen rubbed his face a few times with his hand, causing Lao Wang to look again, causing his tiger body to shake.    

    

He swore!    

    

He swore to the heavens, to the woman he had killed thirty years ago, to the little girl who had assaulted him on the bus that day, that he had lived to be sixty-six years old and had never seen such a beautiful woman.    

    

Shame on you?    

    

Or was it like a fish in the water?    

    

These were the only two words that Lao Wang could think of to describe a beauty, but he felt that they were inappropriate.    

    

The beauty of Guain, a heaven-sent beauty, could not be described in these two vulgar words.    

    

It could only be said that even if all the so-called beauties on the screen were tied up, they still wouldn't be able to compare to one of the beauties in the sky.    

    

"I am dreaming. No, I'm not dreaming. God pity me for all these years. That's why he sent her here so I could enjoy it. Even if I were to die right after enjoying it, it would still be worth it. "    

    

After carrying the beautiful woman into the small woods by the shore, Wang Dacheng muttered to himself, knelt on one knee, and began to take off her clothes.