Strongest Guard

The reason the two girls dared to play with him like this, isn't it because they think that Lee Nanfang will win for sure?    

    

Since Lee Nanfang could go to Lu Family to meet up with them, then he must come to the Yue Clan today.    

    

Otherwise, even if he flew higher, he wouldn't be able to withstand his exhaustion.    

    

Sleep until you wake up naturally in the morning?    

    

Sure.    

    

There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was eleven o'clock?    

    

Fine!    

    

Even if you are here, you can stay at Hu Tong's place for eight hours.    

    

Sooner or later, you will have to obediently appear in front of the great Patriarch Yue.    

    

The later you are, the less confident you will be.    

    

Even if you waved your hand and took a taxi, the Yue Clan's Hu Tong kept his mouth shut, not a single trace of him could be seen.    

    

Do you really think that after giving you the invitation, the Yue Clan would be like the Lu Family, where the three generations of their ancestors would stand at the door, waiting for you?    

    

"Hehe, you're too naive."    

    

For some reason, Lee Nanfang heard his aunt's eerie laughter.    

    

This intense hallucination made him incomparably hate himself: "Why did you say those words to the reporter at Seven Stars Club? At that time, when they saw the shocked faces of the crowd, they felt extremely sour in their hearts. "But at that time … I didn't seem to realize that while I was in the limelight, I had also tied a noose around my own neck."    

    

Without a doubt, Boss Lee's shameless video of him being interviewed by reporters had shocked the entire world.    

    

Anyone who cared about this matter would know that he was going to die together with Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

If he turned around and left now, not only would he attract Yue Zitong's attention, but he would also make those in the industry feel that he was a talker and start to despise him.    

    

Originally, Lee Nanfang had the absolute advantage in front of Yue Zitong. How did he end up like this?    

    

It was all his fault.    

    

It was because he was too greedy after marrying the beautiful lady of Seven Stars Club, and wanted to take both Helan Xiaoxin and Yue Zitong into his pocket.    

    

The irrational behavior under impulse caused Lee Nanfang to feel awkward.    

    

"Go, or go? This was truly a difficult choice. I have to think about it carefully. "    

    

Lee Nanfang muttered while walking into the alley involuntarily as if there was an invisible chain tied around his neck.    

    

In the past, when Elder Yue was still alive, the Yue Clan Alley was not a place where anyone could enter just because they wanted to.    

    

With Elder Yue's valuable contribution to China's construction, the Yue Clan that he lived in had a armed police standing guard.    

    

This was privilege!    

    

However, no matter how foolish he was, he would not raise any objections.    

    

The day after Elder Yue's death, the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the mansion had already left.    

    

Elder Yue's successor, Yue Zitong, was still far from qualified. The country had arranged for military police to stand guard for her.    

    

There were armed police officers standing guard at the entrance of Qin Qiong's residence. They were the concubines bestowed by the ancient emperors. Just like Qin Qiong's residence in the Tang Dynasty, there were twelve halberds standing guard at the entrance.    

    

However, after Qin Qiong died, the twelve halberds did not disappear. His descendants used them for several more generations before disappearing along with the Tang Dynasty's decline.    

    

The modern society would definitely not be like the feudal society, those policemen only stood guard for Elder Yue.    

    

After Elder Yue passed away, what contribution did Yue Zitong, the new head of the family, make to the country?    

    

The withdrawal of the armed police had no negative impact on Yue Zitong.    

    

This was because she was well aware that with her prestige, there was no way she could compare with her grandfather, Old Master He Lan, and the others.    

    

As long as there were enough people, it would be enough to protect her.    

    

When Lee Nanfang turned left in the alley, the guards who were responsible for protecting Patriarch Yue were training in the open space in front of the gate.    

    

There were at least a dozen of them, all of them well-built men. Their upper bodies were bare, and their tendons and flesh trembled from time to time. Sweat flowed down their bodies, giving off a golden glow under the sunlight.    

    

These people were fighting against each other under the supervision of a short-haired Young Women.    

    

Sixth group, twelve people.    

    

The fighting skills these guys used were not just for their Taekwondo, nor was it the kind of Thai boxing that seemed to have a terrifying killing power.    

    

On the surface, they looked no different from villagers.    

    

Lifting his leg and punching out, there was no form to it at all.    

    

However, experts in fighting like Lee Nanfang only needed a single glance to be able to tell that these people had true skills.    

    

True kung fu was the art of killing.    

    

When killing on the battlefield, you still need to be like Taekwondo. Whether it is lifting your foot or punching, do you all need to strive to look good?    

    

No, that was just a show.    

    

In other words, he was a live target for someone to break the egg yolk with a single kick.    

    

Killing people did not require any fancy tricks, be it buttoning one's eyes or locking one's throat, attacking one's chest, or lifting up one's yin — everything was absolutely necessary. The goal was to inflict serious injuries as soon as possible and kill the opponent.    

    

"Ah, ha!"    

    

When Lee Nanfang leaned on a tree and watched the scene with relish like a handsome guy who was playing a joke, a group of guys wearing black shorts suddenly shouted, leaped up, and kicked their opponent heavily under the ribs.    

    

The opponent let out a groan as his body flew out diagonally. His head hit a flower as thick as a bowl.    

    

With a loud crash, a burst of petals rained down.    

    

However, as if nothing had happened, the boy jumped up like a carp. His face was filled with indifference as he shook his neck. He glared at his opponent with a vicious gaze and slowly raised his right fist.    

    

As long as they didn't die, they could fight to the end!    

    

Young Women, who was in charge of supervising their fight, nodded her head even though her expression remained impassive.    

    

It seemed that she was quite satisfied with her opponent's performance.    

    

More than ten live people, and they also carried the burden of protecting the Yue Clan. Now, an unfamiliar person, Li Jun, suddenly appeared, standing there with a cigarette in her mouth, showing off her sloppy personality, but no one even glanced at him.    

    

Not only that, Young Women, who had an ordinary appearance, even stopped her from punching the guy who almost broke the flower, and continued to challenge her opponent. She extended her right index finger, and lightly hooked it at the winner of the two contestants.    

    

The meaning was obvious: "Come here and let me teach you a lesson."    

    

The expression of the victorious young man immediately turned grave.    

    

Not only did he not go over, but after taking a deep breath, he took two steps back.    

    

The other five pairs of stick boys stopped fighting and quickly ran to the west side of the gate and lined up in a row.    

    

With their hands behind their back and their legs spread at a twenty-five degree angle, they showed off their true colors as soldiers.    

    

To be honest, Lee Nanfang didn't feel too cold when faced with their professional posture.    

    

This was a America soldier that was so strong that even Earth wouldn't be able to endure. It was the usual posture when lining up.    

    

Perhaps this stance reflected the military might and domineering aura the most.    

    

Lee Nanfang just didn't like it.    

    

No reason.    

    

Just like how he disdained Yue Zitong using such a method to intimidate him.    

    

No matter how much more brilliant the fight was, it was useless.    

    

Compared to Lee Nanfang, who had fought countless times in the bloodbath, he was still a little too inexperienced.    

    

Including the short-haired Young Women.    

    

Lee Nanfang had seen this Young Women in the corridor outside General Department Intensive Care Unit before. He knew that she was Yue Zitong's bodyguard, personally taught by Jinghong Ming.    

    

This person must be a killing expert.    

    

No matter how much Lee Nanfang despised her, he knew that the person trained by Jinghong Ming was definitely not a simple person.    

    

But he just disdained it.    

    

Don't ask why.    

    

"Ya!"    

    

Just as Lee Nanfang slowly spat out a circle of air, the stick guy suddenly roared angrily and pounced towards Young Women with both of his hands spread open like a mad bull.    

    

There were no flying racks of flowers, just a bulldozer pushing forward.    

    

With a playful look in his eyes, Lee Nanfang finally became serious.    

    

When his expression changed slightly, Young Women, who had been standing unmoving all this time, suddenly retreated as soon as the stick guy was about to land on her.    

    

He didn't have a natural demeanor, he just quickly retreated and in the blink of an eye, stood in front of Lee Nanfang.    

    

No matter how fast Young Women's retreat speed was, it wouldn't be faster than using all her strength to pounce on her good guy.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

The guy roared again, and when he suddenly accelerated, he raised his right fist and punched.    

    

Young Women's right foot spun on the spot and her body tilted to the side like a wooden stake being blown down by the wind.    

    

Wang Yang was worthy of being one of the 12 golden hairpins personally trained by Jinghong Ming. Whether it was experience or martial arts, he could be ranked among the top 100 today's close combat experts.    

    

If, in this battlefield where a fight to the death was taking place, the stick guy was the enemy again, she would have been able to punch out with her right fist at the same time, breaking a few of the enemy's ribs.    

    

But this was not the battlefield.    

    

The great guy wasn't an enemy, so Wang Yang obviously wouldn't use that kind of killing method to deal with him.    

    

Even if he dodged, the stick guy's ferocious right fist would hit Lee Nanfang who was watching the fun from the side.    

    

Yue Zitong's display of might was a bit too much.    

    

Ever since Lee Nanfang's punch was deflected, not only did he not retract his punch, but he also sped up his movement, and saw it clearly.    

    

He was getting annoyed.    

    

Not only did he attack with his full strength, even Wang Yang, who dodged the punch, also put his hands on the ground, lifted his right foot and aimed it at Lee Nanfang's chin.    

    

This move had a unique meaning; it was called Scorpion Tail Flick.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Lee Nanfang, who was originally watching the show, was attacked by Wang Yang and the stick guy.    

    

He had nowhere to retreat to.    

    

He was leaning against a tree, pretending to be a handsome guy who was trying to show off a smile.    

    

If Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin, who planned this, were present, they would definitely have guessed what would happen next.    

    

Naturally, Lee Nanfang quickly raised both of his hands to block the little guy's fist with one hand while dragging Wang Yang's right foot with the other.    

    

The two women believed that with Lee Nanfang's martial prowess, it would not be easy for him to do this in an instant.    

    

They were waiting for him to do this!    

    

That way, Wang Yang would be able to join forces with the guy and launch an "open and honorable" attack on him.    

    

When necessary, the dozen or so men who had already taken a step forward would rush forward in unison.    

    

The tiger was not strong enough to handle a pack of wolves. No matter how strong Lee Nanfang was, how could he defeat these thirteen people with his bare hands?    

    

Even if he was overpowered, he would still end up in a sorry state and lose all face!    

    

Aunt Yue's display of authority was not a joke.    

    

Don't nag at me about this.    

    

If Lee Nanfang obediently appeared in front of the Yue Clan's gate before 8 o'clock with a filial gift, for the sake of her aunt and nephew, how could she arrange such a show of authority?    

    

However, it was clear that Yue Zitong and her brother had miscalculated.    

    

They forgot what Lee Nanfang's nickname was.    

    

Scum.    

    

The biggest characteristic of scum is that they like to do things that others don't expect. They don't like to do things that others think they are.    

    

Therefore, in the face of the combined attack of Wang Yang and the "stick boy", Lee Nanfang was in a daze and didn't make any move.    

    

Almost at the same time, Wang Yang's right foot and the boy's right fist landed heavily on Lee Nanfang's face.    

    

Bang!    

    

The combined sound was somewhat ear-piercing.    

    

Blood spurted out of Lee Nanfang's nose like an arrow.