Strongest Guard

Someone had actually tried to assassinate her during Patriarch Yue's grand wedding. This was definitely a major event.    

    

It was enough to attract the attention of China's highest-ranking officials. Soon after, they personally called to offer their condolences.    

    

Zong Gaang immediately arranged for people to apprehend the assassin without anyone's instructions.    

    

Modern society was not a feudal society. After the assassin who tried to assassinate a noble escaped, as long as he went deep into the forest, he would be like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger returning to the mountain, a bee flying into the garden would be nowhere to be found.    

    

According to the surveillance cameras everywhere, it wasn't too hard for the people in charge of hunting down the assassins to find out where she was.    

    

At the very least, dozens of armed pursuers managed to catch up with the abandoned incineration plant.    

    

However, the assassin who had dressed in the Seven Stars Club and unified Waitress only arrived there. After passing by the forest by the river, he disappeared without a trace.    

    

Even if there were no traces, he still had to find it!    

    

Not only did Zong Gaang think so, but the higher-ups also gave the police and even the National Security Agency such a death order.    

    

Amongst the pursuers, there would be people from the Yue Clan following them. At any time, they would report to Chief Steward Zong Gaang about the latest news.    

    

There was no news.    

    

"You guys didn't go to the hospital, so why don't you see Mr. Qin and the other two?"    

    

After hearing the report, Zong Gaang's frown deepened.    

    

The two Mr. Qin people he talked about were, of course, Qin Yuguan and Qin Yuguan who chased after him after the assassin jumped out of the window on the sixth floor.    

    

To be honest, if he hadn't personally witnessed Hu Mietang and the others risking their lives to be smashed into meat pancakes and jumping down the twenty-something meter tall sixth floor window without any defensive measures, Zong Gaang might have really suspected that the assassin was arranged by Lee Nanfang.    

    

Hua Yeshen risking her life to save Yue Zitong was just a scheme Lee Nanfang had specially arranged to hurt Patriarch Yue.    

    

Of course, Zong Gaang only dared to think like this, he would never dare to say it out loud.    

    

If anyone really knew that he was thinking this, not to mention Hua Yeshen who was currently lying in the General Hospital of Jinghua Intensive Care Unit, they would immediately slap his mouth without a care. Qin Laoqi, who had almost turned into a eunuch, would also angrily snap his neck.    

    

"We're going."    

    

His subordinate hesitated for a moment before replying, "But not only did I not see anyone this time, Zhang Bin, who was here to welcome the two gentlemen, also had his leg broken."    

    

Zhang Bin, who was a member of the Yue family sent by Zong Gaang to follow the police to capture the assassin, was also the leader of the security personnel in Yue Zitong's house.    

    

Hearing his subordinate say that Zhang Bin's legs were broken, Zong Gaang's face changed. He shouted in a low voice: "Who is it, acting so recklessly?" "Where's the murderer? Did he get caught?"    

    

Since Zhang Bin was entrusted with the task of guarding Patriarch Yue from the outside, of course, he could be considered Yue Zitong's trusted subordinate.    

    

The ancients always said that to hit a dog, one had to look at the owner, not to mention Zhang Bin who did not. To dare to break Zhang Bin's legs, no matter who he was, was a red fruit challenge to the Yue Clan's dignity.    

    

However, when his men whispered something, Zong Gaang immediately drooped his head like a frosted eggplant, and said with a wry smile: "Then, then forget it. Tell Zhang Bin that he is recuperating in the hospital and that I will visit him myself when I have time. Also, don't ask about the two of them anymore. "    

    

The one who broke Zhang Bin's legs wasn't Qin Laoqi, nor was it the Patriarch of a Wealthy Class, but his bunch of shrewd wives.    

    

Only then did Qin Yuguan allow his disastrous wives to come to the mainland to show off their face for Hua Yeshen.    

    

In fact, the unparalleled charm of these women, who were called middle-aged women, swept across the eyes of all the men in the hall when they first appeared, causing their withered vanity to be greatly satisfied.    

    

They truly wished that they could have the qualifications to be married in such a grand manner. They promised to change their clothes every single time, and show off their immortal appearance to the world.    

    

We are here to show off, not to see my husband almost turned into a eunuch by the branches in pursuit of a murderer for someone.    

    

For Patriarch Yue's sake, our husband paid such a heavy price. Not only did your family head come here with gifts to show his condolences, he even had people ask him who the murderer was and where he had escaped to. Do you really think I can't tell that you guys are suspecting that our husband is acting with Hua Yeshen?    

    

This kind of suspicion was definitely devoid of conscience.    

    

If he didn't break the legs of the guy who asked so many questions, did he really think that his grandma and grandaunt had turned into useless old women?    

    

Therefore, Jack's angry wives, regardless of their aloof status, looked at the crowd of dozens of onlookers as if they were air. It was unknown who shouted "Break this idiot's legs and see how much he suspects Yuguan", but the group of women, who should only be able to show off their power in bed, immediately turned into a group of ferocious tigers and pounced on them.    

    

For Yue Zitong to appoint Zhang Bin as the head of the security guards, his martial prowess must be extremely high.    

    

Thus, after suffering such a heavy blow, even though he knew that he couldn't afford to offend Lao Qin and his other wives, he wouldn't sit still and wait for death. He would definitely retaliate.    

    

However, Zhang Bin's luck was quite bad.    

    

Amongst Qin Yuguan's group of wives, there was the former Second Leader of the Russian Vampiric Bat, Li Moyu, Demon Blue Xue Haoyue and other experts in Longteng December. Adding to that, there was also the Ye Xiaodao who was standing beside him with small movements, his two legs were broken before he could even touch anyone else, which was the inevitable result.    

    

Since the people who broke Zhang Bin's legs were his wives, then even if Zong Gaang had ten times the guts, he wouldn't dare to criticize Zhang Bin.    

    

He could only instruct his subordinates to not offend either of them.    

    

This time, only two of his legs had been broken. Next time, he would probably have his head wrenched off.    

    

Thinking about how the Yue Clan could hide as far away as they could after Zhang Bin's legs were broken and how the young miss was like an infuriated wife in front of Lee Nanfang, Zong Gaang could only sigh heavily in his heart, "Ah, young miss, you must bear the shame and bear the hardships. He had to coax Lee Nanfang. When necessary, use your unparalleled charm to renew your forerunner. That way, the Yue Clan will be able to rest easy within thirty years. "    

    

This morning, the reality that the four great elites of Soaring Dragon had gathered here to support Hua Yeshen made everyone understand one thing.    

    

It was Lee Nanfang, who was born into the underworld, and behind him stood a force that no one could ignore.    

    

The reason why no one dared to underestimate this force was because they were not unorthodox and were not unscrupulous.    

    

Instead, it was the "Graypath".    

    

If they didn't use the unorthodox method, they wouldn't be able to use the official rules to force them to behave obediently according to the law.    

    

Furthermore, they were not the kind of people who would be slapped once they reached a certain point in time by the powerful authorities of the country.    

    

To be exact, they were both thugs that could play well in both black and white.    

    

Whether it was playing with them or playing with them, they all had enough contacts and countless of rogue tactics. They would never stop until they exhausted their stamina.    

    

Therefore, all the core members of China's Wealthy Class were very clear on who to offend and why not these people.    

    

If the current Yue Clan, which was swaying in the wind and rain, was able to establish the grey road for them, then they would have to think carefully before offending their interests again.    

    

The only way for the Yue Clan to be connected to the Ghastly Path was for Lee Nanfang, who was considered as a nephew by a few of the bosses of the Ghastly Path.    

    

Patriarch Yue was the only one who carried out this mission.    

    

However, would Lee Nanfang accept the olive branch that Patriarch Yue offered?    

    

Yue Zitong was not confident at all.    

    

It was just like how she had already been sitting on the sofa in a guest room for ten minutes and Lee Nanfang just stared at her without saying a word. This made Yue Zitong, who always hung her head, unable to guess what was on his mind.    

    

During the period when the two of them sat in silence, Lee Nanfang seemed to have made a phone call.    

    

He said something on the phone that Yue Zitong, who was in a panic, did not hear.    

    

She didn't know Lee Nanfang was ordering food for her until someone knocked on the door and came in with a dining car.    

    

After thanking the waiter, Lee Nanfang refilled his glass with red wine. He placed it in front of her and said lightly, "You haven't eaten for a day. This will hurt your stomach. Eat some."    

    

"Thank you, thank you."    

    

Only then did Yue Zitong raise her head and thank him softly.    

    

Her voice was somewhat dry. This was what it should be like when she first spoke after not speaking for a long time.    

    

Her voice, though husky, was alive.    

    

The light in the guest room seemed to be following her movements as she raised her head. Her voice also became much brighter.    

    

This was because she saw hope.    

    

As long as Little Nephew could forgive her and not curse at her, she would have more confidence to coax him.    

    

However, what Lee Nanfang said next made Yue Zitong feel that she might as well scold Lee Nanfang. "After eating, go home and rest."    

    

People often say, hit is a kiss, scold is love.    

    

If he didn't beat him up or scold him, he would just casually say that he had eaten his fill and he would hurry back home to sleep. What was wrong with that?    

    

Not love?    

    

No.    

    

Hatred?    

    

Not really.    

    

What was that?    

    

It doesn't matter.    

    

It was also Lee Nanfang's official signal to break up with Yue Zitong.    

    

After this meal, you will be you and I will be me. We will have nothing to do with each other in the future.    

    

It was also known as the farewell party.    

    

Although Yue Zitong had expected this result, she still couldn't accept it when it actually came.    

    

If she was not the Patriarch in the past, Yue Zitong would definitely have been furious. She placed one foot on the chair, put her left hand on her waist, slammed the table with her right hand, and shouted, "You damned scum! How dare you break up with me, my aunt? Even if you want to say it, it should be me. Alright, it's not your turn to say it! "    

    

Even if he had to maintain her fair and noble demeanor, he couldn't be so shrewd. She would laugh coldly and turn away with a wave of her hand: "Hehe, do you think I, the dignified Patriarch of a Wealthy Class, would want a meal from you? "I won't eat anymore. This Dowager will leave now. You can keep it to feed the pigs."    

    

But now she won't.    

    

This was because she had matured in just half a year.    

    

Actually, she had already fully matured and became a qualified Wealthy Class Patriarch when she had made the decision to hold a ghost wedding with Lee Nanfang.    

    

Otherwise, she would never ruthlessly trample on love and trample on it to gain greater benefits for her family.    

    

Therefore, when Lee Nanfang brought up the topic of having a meal apart, he took the initiative to pick up his chopsticks and started to gobble down the food in his usual way.    

    

Yue Zitong hadn't eaten since the morning, while Lee Nanfang had eaten breakfast at Qingshan. However, the bowl of noodles had been digested long ago, so he was starving.    

    

Lee Nanfang was probably the only person in the world who could have such a grand farewell party.    

    

He was also using this method to remind Yue Zitong, "Just eat, don't talk to me about anything else."    

    

Yue Zitong, who was already mature, extended three fingers and waved them in front of his eyes like spring onions. "Three things."