Strongest Guard

It was no secret, after all, that MacArthur had said so sixty or seventy years ago.    

Of course, not many would believe it.    

Just as Napoleon had said when he didn't want to wake the sleeping lion.    

At that time, there were many people who believed it.    

But now, Napoleon's prophecy was gradually being realized.    

There were naturally places where powerful figures competed.    

It was only good for people to believe what they had said, not bad at all.    

Then, why didn't Bates believe it either?    

If he had believed it, he wouldn't have become a cold corpse.    

Michel looked at the dead body of her former lover, comrade, and brother. He raised his hand and made a cross in front of his chest before kneeling down on one knee to pick up the dead body from the ground.    

She walked over to Sister Yue, who was sitting on a chair with ice cubes on her face, and whispered, "Sister Yue, please allow me to bury him."    

Sister Yue acted as if she didn't hear anything and just stared at the beautiful face in the mirror.    

She didn't understand. With such a beautiful face, how could Lee Nanfang bear to slap her?    

That brat had some plot of cherishing the fairer sex. When he slapped Sister Yue's face, he only slapped her away, causing half of her face to turn red and swollen. Blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't spit out any broken teeth.    

"Ai, the degree of his confidence recovery is still not that strong."    

Sui Yueyue sighed inwardly.    

If Lee Nanfang's confidence recovered well, then this slap would be able to break at least a few of her teeth.    

He didn't dare do that.    

This proved that his level of confidence was average.    

After all, only a man with complete confidence in himself could shatter half of the woman's teeth when he slapped her.    

"However, it's more like it."    

Sister Yue smiled at herself in the mirror. Then, she slowly asked without even looking at Michel, "Michel, will you blame me for killing Bates?"    

Sister Yue didn't even try to hide the fact that Bates, who had his head smashed by a bullet from Lee Nanfang, had died in her hands.    

Michel shook his head without any hesitation and replied, "No."    

Sui Yueyue then looked at her, "Will you not, or will you not dare to?"    

"I won't, and I don't dare."    

"Why?"    

"Because if he doesn't die, all four of us will die."    

"Why?"    

Sui Yueyue repeated the two words as she turned her head to look at the beautiful lady walking out from the path in the sea of flowers.    

With a gentle smile, he raised his hand to greet someone.    

Michel didn't look at the other side and only said honestly, "Bates is ambitious. We said that we couldn't do anything to him, especially considering that he was our comrade-in-arms and couldn't do anything to him. If this goes on, over time, we might be tempted by his unquenchable desire to betray you, Sister Yue. As a result, we will die. "    

"You're right."    

Sister Yue, who had the back of her head facing Michel, continued to smile sweetly at Yue Zitong, who was walking towards him. However, the tone of her voice didn't have the slightest hint of a smile.    

Only Leng Sen, who was filled with disdain, said, "A person like Lee Nanfang can be played around with by me. "Hehe, so what kind of thing is Bates to dare to have such ambition in front of me?"    

Michel bent down and said in a low voice: "But we won't. I only came to collect his body because of my friendship with his lover, his comrades, and his brothers. I hope Sister Yue can agree to it. "    

"I'm not so stingy as to be angry with a dead man. Go on."    

Sister Yue waved her hand and stood up from her chair. She greeted with a smile, "Director Yue, have you rested well?"    

"Sleep during the day, and at night, the night will be long and long."    

Yue Zitong glanced at Michel, who was carrying Bates's body and walking away quickly, then sat on the chair opposite Sui Yueyue.    

Sui Yueyue also sat down and continued to smile tenderly: "Director Yue, you should have heard what men love to say the most. Beautiful women always sleep out. So, I think you should pay more attention to your rest. This will prevent wrinkles from appearing on your face too soon. "    

"I'm not afraid."    

Yue Zitong poured herself a glass of red wine and swirled it in her hand.    

Only then did she raise her head and look at Sui Yueyue, "If there really is a problem, then let the man slap his face a few times. If you slap his face until it swells up, the wrinkles will disappear … Oh, Sister Yue, so you know this trick too." But how come you only have a swollen left cheek? Furthermore, you are still young, so there's no need for you to be slapped by a man for the time being. "    

"I just want to try out the way you described by 'wrinkle your eyebrows and look good', whether it works or not."    

The smile in Sui Yueyue's eyes didn't diminish just because of Yue Zitong's sarcasm.    

On the contrary, she even raised her hand to gently stroke her swollen cheeks and said with a smile, "However, as of right now, although this method has an effect, it is still very painful."    

What Yue Zitong hated the most was that when others were mocked by her, not only did they not get angry, they even shamelessly said that it was great.    

This made her lose interest in playing with him. She simply said, "Sui Yueyue, it feels good to be slapped by me, Little Nephew, in front of so many of your subordinates."    

"Of course not."    

The smile on Sui Yueyue's face slowly faded, "But I did that to let you go back alive. So, you should thank me, not mock me. "    

She made a lot of sense.    

The reason why she was slapped by Lee Nanfang was to help him regain his confidence.    

If she failed, then Yue Zitong, who had to help him regain his confidence, might really use her death to provoke him.    

Of course, it wasn't true death — no matter how much Little Nephew loved his aunt, she wouldn't die for him.    

Was that a dream?    

But Sui Yueyue didn't know. That was why she said that.    

After a pause, Sui Yueyue looked down at the table and said, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I would bury a delicate beauty like you with a person like Bates when I rush into my head."    

Yue Zitong glared at him and exclaimed in a low tone, "You dare?"    

"Do you want to try?"    

Sui Yueyue suddenly raised her head and faced her head-on.    

This woman's heart was obviously not like how it seemed on the surface. After getting slapped by Lee Nanfang, she was extremely happy.    

In fact, she was also holding her breath.    

After all, no one liked being slapped.    

This stifled feeling was triggered by Yue Zitong.    

When women are angry, they tend to go crazy --    

Sui Yueyue might really bury Yue Zitong alive if she went crazy.    

At most, it wouldn't be established.    

He was just killed by Lee Nanfang.    

What's the big deal?    

The Evil Qi that burst out of Sui Yueyue's eyes like a laser beam made Yue Zitong realize the danger.    

Like I said, Yue Zitong doesn't want to die.    

In that case, there was no need to provoke Sui Yueyue.    

However, wouldn't it be very embarrassing for the proud me to lose in the silent battle between me and Sister Yue?    

He had to think of a way to resolve the current awkwardness.    

Yue Zitong's mind raced as she made up her mind.    

In the past, Lee Nanfang would suddenly ask a question to divert her attention.    

After that, that fellow successfully attracted his aunt's ire.    

When she finally realized she had been tricked, her anger had long since evaporated.    

Seeing the increasingly crazed look in Sui Yueyue's eyes, Yue Zitong spoke up, "What does the revived Death Army mean?"    

"What?"    

Just as Yue Zitong had hoped, Sui Yueyue was immediately taken aback.    

The crazed light in his eyes immediately dimmed and vanished.    

"Michel said, we should rejoice, that we live in the era after the resurrection of the death legion."    

Yue Zitong thought for a while and then continued, "I don't know what she's talking about. Can you figure it out?"    

"I can't figure it out."    

Sui Yueyue raised her glass and heaved a sigh of relief.    

She was slightly grateful to Yue Zitong.    

He was grateful that she was able to change the subject in time, so as to avoid losing her rationality and then going crazy, so she could do something stupid that would make her regret even after death.    

But he would definitely be grateful to her, and at the same time curse in his heart that he was afraid of death.    

What was there to be afraid of?    

Tsk.    

Yue Zitong didn't care.    

The world was so beautiful, Little Nephew still needed her to conquer it thoroughly, so of course, he couldn't die.    

"Can I smoke?"    

Yue Zitong's skin was really thick. She had just given in and pretended to be a lady. She wanted to smoke.    

Sui Yueyue waved her hand. "Whatever."    

There were two boxes of cigarettes on the table. They were the ones which Lee Nanfang was used to smoking in Da Zhonghua.    

Yue Zitong blew out a smoke ring and then said, "You helped him regain his confidence. It seems a little too bloody."    

Sui Yueyue didn't say anything. She was just staring at the wine cup, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.    

After a moment of silence, Yue Zitong continued, "Can you tell me what you want to do next?"    

"No."    

This time, Sui Yueyue coldly rejected her.    

"You can't forget about it. Luckily, I am a magnanimous person. I never bother with others over such a small matter."    

Yue Zitong realized that her ability to reason with herself was getting stronger and stronger.    

Of course, his face should be even thicker now.    

Sui Yueyue seemed to have thought of something and was just about to go quiet when she suddenly interrupted, "Are there any other guests today?"    

According to Sister Yue's plan, there were three big fat pigs that came to the arch.    

Currently, one of them was blabbering with her, while the second one had already returned home crying. If that was the case, then all that was left was Shangdao Yinghua, the fat pig that wasn't here yet.    

Maybe it was because she was the furthest from here.    

"Not today."    

Sui Yueyue pursed her lips, raised her head and replied, "However, she will be here tomorrow. At that time, I hope that Director Yue can stay in the room and watch the show. "Please don't be like this again, always blabbering on and on."    

With that, Sui Yueyue drank all the wine in her cup in one gulp. She stood up, turned around and walked quickly towards the bamboo house.    

Alice, who was still in a daze, was standing far away. Upon seeing this, she immediately gave chase.    

Very rarely, Yue Zitong didn't get angry after being threatened by Sui Yueyue.    

Director Yue wasn't brainless at all.    

She could see that Sui Yueyue was not happy right now.    

As long as Sui Yueyue wasn't happy, Director Yue would be happy.    

Yue Zitong looked up at the sky and blew out a smoke ring slowly. Then, she stood up and walked towards the mountain at the end of the poppy sea.    

There was a cliff on the mountain.    

On the edge of the cliff, there was a fence that was more than a meter tall.    

Lee Nanfang laid on the fence and looked down in a daze.    

"What about comprehending life?" Or are you thinking about how to be a stranger? "    

Yue Zitong walked to his side and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her hand. It's just a small mound, and I'm already sweating. "    

Lee Nanfang was like a deaf person, still staring at the gloom at the bottom of the cliff without moving at all.    

"Sigh, I was talking to you, didn't you hear?"    

Yue Zitong lifted her leg and lightly kicked his leg.    

Lee Nanfang stood up, turned around and walked down the mountain.    

"Holy shit, I finally managed to climb up, why did you leave again?"    

Yue Zitong was a little angry. She stomped her feet and said, "You heartless little thing. Stand still!"    

Lee Nanfang was still deaf.    

"You will piss me off sooner or later."    

Pointing at Lee Nanfang's back with her right hand, Yue Zitong nodded and lowered her head.