Strongest Guard

Before Shangdao Yinghua became the boss, she didn't have a special hospital.    

    

The ex-boss who died such a miserable death in Golden Triangle had never thought that he would create a "organizational home" for his subordinates in the hospital.    

    

Perhaps it was because of Shangdao Yinghua's gentle personality, but the first thing she did after she became the boss was to set aside a special fund to build this private hospital.    

    

The private hospital had only been put into operation this spring, and it was about the same distance from the beach and the villa she lived in.    

    

The name of the hospital was Nanfang hospital.    

    

Other than Gala and the rest, the rest of Nanfang's group did not know why their boss loved the word "Nanfang" so much.    

    

The name of the organization was changed to Nanfang Group. The name of the hospital was also Nanfang hospital. Even the account that was used to roll up funds for the orphanage was also called Nanfang.    

    

Xiaomu Ichiro, who was a lackey, was even less aware of something that even his senior lackey did not know.    

    

But he didn't care.    

    

No matter what name the boss gave the organization or the hospital, was it related to him?    

    

He was only concerned about whether or not he could find the Broken Knife Flow to kill the woman and take his wife's revenge with the help of the organization.    

    

Very good.    

    

Nanfang didn't disappoint Xiao Mu.    

    

In the battle at the Blue Orchid Valley yesterday, Little Mu had personally assassinated San Pao, who had taken his wife away.    

    

As for the Broken Knife Flow Elder who killed his daughter under the banner of "help", his fate was exceptionally good. On the eve of the final battle, he suddenly had a heart attack and died from a certain high school student.    

    

He finally had his revenge.    

    

When Xiaomu Ichiro finally got rid of the heavy burden, he also felt at a loss.    

    

From what he had imagined before the war, he would perish along with Sanpo.    

    

In any case, his daughter was dead, his wife had run away, and his family was gone — what was the point of living to avenge himself?    

    

He's not dead.    

    

He just passed out yesterday.    

    

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on Nanfang's hospital bed.    

    

The warm sunlight shone through the window and onto his body. It was extremely warm, and he didn't have any strength left in his body.    

    

Without strength, he might have lost too much blood.    

    

In the quiet ward, under the warm sunlight, people would habitually think about the future.    

    

"Where is my future?"    

    

Xiaomu Ichiro's mouth twitched as he muttered to himself: "What's the point of me living?"    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and the sound of a crutch striking the floor could be heard.    

    

Little Mu's eyes turned as he looked towards the door.    

    

Mutou, who had a white bandage on his head and a walking stick on his left side, walked over.    

    

This was a comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side before.    

    

If it wasn't for Mutou, Xiaomu Ichiro would have already been lying in the mortuary's freezer.    

    

"It's okay, right?"    

    

Mutou walked over and sat on the chair. He asked with concern written all over his face.    

    

Little Mu shook his head slightly. "He's not dead yet. How is he? "    

    

In the field, Mutou and Little Mu were members of a small team under Shangdao Yinghua's thirty odd subordinates when they fought against Broken Knife Flow in the Blue Valley yesterday.    

    

Yesterday, after the bloody battle had ended, Little Mu had fainted, so he did not know what had happened to Tian Zhong.    

    

After hearing him ask about Tian Zhong, Little Mu's eyes dimmed.    

    

Little Mu no longer asked.    

    

He already knew that Tanaka had died.    

    

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Mutou said: "As soon as the battle started, Tian Zhong died. The corpse was trampled so hard that his true face could no longer be seen. However, I feel that he should be very happy right now. Because we won. In yesterday's battle, fifty-four opponents had died on the spot, with thirty-two seriously injured. The others who had been spared by their boss had also been left scarred. His enemy was hacked to death by his boss. "    

    

"Yes, he can close his eyes and rest in peace."    

    

Little Mu nodded slightly. "What about you?"    

    

"Mine? My enemy? "    

    

Mutou laughed. "Thank you so much."    

    

Little Mu also laughed. "What? I helped you kill your enemy?"    

    

"Yeah."    

    

Mutou nodded: "I saw you with my own eyes. He stabbed you in the shoulder and then stabbed you to death."    

    

"Three, excellent?"    

    

After Little Mu said this name in surprise, he finally understood.    

    

So it turned out that Mutou's enemies were all excellent people.    

    

However, he really didn't want to talk about that piece of trash again. Otherwise, his heart would be in pain.    

    

Coughing lightly, Little Mu changed the topic. "What do you plan on doing in the future?"    

    

Most of the people who participated in yesterday's battle with Cang Lan Shan were originally common citizens who had a blood feud with Broken Knife Flow. Strictly speaking, they weren't made for this line of work.    

    

Now that their grudge had been avenged, Little Mu and the other lucky survivors had to consider what to do.    

    

Mutou thought about it and then said, "When I used to feel very happy, being a police officer was my dream. At that time, I especially looked down on and hated all the people in the dark. But right now, I think it's good to be in the dark. It's much better to follow the boss than to be a policeman. "    

    

Little Mu praised, "Yes, you are still young. After this battle, we will definitely be nurtured as the backbone of our boss. "    

    

Mutou asked, "What about you?"    

    

"Me?"    

    

Little Mu froze for a moment before whispering, "I'm not like you, I'm still young. I'm almost forty years old, and no matter how hard I try, I'm not as promising as you. "I just hope that my boss can give me a bowl of rice to eat on account of my outstanding performance yesterday. When I get old, I can find a place to finish it on my own."    

    

"Don't say that. I don't think the boss will ignore you. What was forty years old to be afraid of? He could still work for many years. Maybe you can even find a new wife and form a new family. "    

    

"A new wife?"    

    

Little Mu's heart suddenly hurt again.    

    

The image of his wife appeared before his eyes.    

    

What a gentle and virtuous wife she was, but now she became like that because of this trash, Sanpu!    

    

Just when Little Mu couldn't help but bite his lips and turn even paler, Mutou sensed something was wrong and wanted to advise him against it, sounds of footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.    

    

Gala came with a group of people.    

    

He had come to pay his respects to the wounded.    

    

Gala was the boss' trusted aide. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was right hand in hand. In Nanfang's group, he was below one person and above everyone else.    

    

People like Little Mu and Mutou, who were newly promoted to be Nanfang's team, didn't even have the chance to see him.    

    

So when Mutou saw that he came, he quickly stood up from his chair.    

    

Little Mu was about to sit up, but he found that his wound was involved. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead due to the pain.    

    

"No need to get up. Just lie down."    

    

Gala instructed his entourage in a low voice before he quickly walked into the ward.    

    

Since her subordinate had promised to investigate the mansion three or four times, and then appeared in her bedroom like a ghost, Gala was even more concerned about her safety after tormenting her until she cried for more than half the night.    

    

Mutou suddenly came to his senses when he saw Gala's entourage quickly dispersing and searching for another place to stand guard.    

    

Could it be that the boss wanted to come personally to offer his condolences?    

    

As expected, before Mutou could finish his thought, he heard Gala say to Little Mu: "Boss is especially satisfied with your outstanding performance yesterday. For this, not only will I have to personally come to the hospital to visit you, I'll also give you a big present. "    

    

Xiaomu Ichiro was so excited that he didn't know what to say.    

    

It would be a great honor for the boss to visit him personally. How could he dare to ask the boss for a gift?    

    

"This was arranged by the boss. You just need to lie down." "Oh, by the way, take a few deep breaths so that you don't get too excited later."    

    

"Brother Gala, I-I'm fine. Yesterday, I walked before the gates of hell several times, and my mental state has long been tenacious, so I definitely won't embarrass you. "    

    

"What you said makes sense."    

    

When Gala nodded, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside again.    

    

These footsteps were clearly mixed with the crisp 'ka ka' sound of a high heel hitting the floor.    

    

There was no need to ask, this was definitely the boss' pace.    

    

Mutou and Little Mu looked at each other, and they noticed that each other's faces were flushed.    

    

Before the person even arrived, a fragrant wind blew in.    

    

Shangdao Yinghua, who wore large sunglasses, a light gray dress, and black heels, exuded the aura of a powerful queen.    

    

She stopped at the door, took off her sunglasses, and walked in.    

    

Behind her, there was a young man.    

    

As for who this young man was — the excited Little Mu and Mutou — would they care?    

    

Thus, they didn't notice that Brother Gala, who had respectfully retreated to the window, had a flattering smile on his face when he looked at the young man.    

    

Yesterday, both of them had fought alongside their boss, so of course they would recognize her.    

    

However, both of them were blinded by hatred yesterday. How could they have the heart to appreciate the beauty of their boss?    

    

It's okay now.    

    

They stared blankly at Shangdao Yinghua as their minds were filled with thoughts, "Boss, she's really, really beautiful."    

    

Shangdao Yinghua was naturally happy that her subordinate had been so infatuated with her after seeing her.    

    

As a woman, who wouldn't want to be seen by a man with such an expression?    

    

However, she didn't dare to show it. Instead, she quickly looked to the side from the corner of her eyes and asked Mutou: "You're called Mutou?"    

    

"Yes, yes." I am Mutou, nice to meet you, boss! "    

    

Mutou hurriedly bowed to Shangdao Yinghua. It was a standard 90 degrees.    

    

Shangdao Yinghua said noncommittally, "You did well yesterday. Are you interested in working with Xiaomu Ichiro?"    

    

"Huh?"    

    

Mutou opened his mouth and raised his head as he suspected that he heard wrongly.    

    

What did it mean to work beside the boss?    

    

This meant that he would no longer have to take risks selling his products. However, the pay he received was something that most of his subordinates would never even dream of.    

    

The boss' trusted aides were basically trained as the backbone of Nanfang's group.    

    

More importantly, all the backbone of Nanfang's group had a noble profession approved by this country.    

    

This was like a huge pie smashing on Mutou's head. How could he not be stunned?    

    

"Hurry up and thank the boss!"    

    

Gala, who was behind him, lightly kicked Mutou.    

    

Only then did Mutou wake up from his dream and thank him profusely.    

    

Little Mu, who was lying on the bed, was also very excited.    

    

If he could, he would kneel down and thank his Boss.    

    

Just now, he was still at a loss as to what to do in the future.    

    

It's all right now.    

    

As long as he could become the boss's confidant and a successful person in the eyes of the public, it wouldn't be a big deal to build a happy family in the future.    

    

Little Mu was extremely grateful for this big gift.    

    

Mutou was a smart person. After the boss nodded his head again, he took the initiative to take his leave.    

    

Maybe it was because he was too excited, causing Mutou's vision to go bad.    

    

When he lowered his head and walked out of the ward, he saw the guy behind the beautiful boss. His right hand had actually touched her boss' butt.    

    

The boss' delicate body immediately trembled.