The person protecting Yuan Siyi was none other than Huang Baoding's comrade summoned to protect Song Yun.
However, having witnessed Song Yun's extraordinary fighting skills, Huang Baoding was somewhat distressed; he had assumed his boss was a young master as weak as a chicken, which is why he had rounded up more than ten people at a call.
Now, it wasn't right to keep so many men employed by Song Yun indefinitely, but they were all valuable to him; deciding who should go home was a tough choice.
Soon, Song Yun made a decision to disperse these security forces and assign them to protect different individuals.
Thus, only the three most ordinary men remained by Song Yun's side, while the others were dispatched to provide protection to his father, his uncle, Yuan Siyi, and the distant Song Juan in Forty-nine City.
These men were indeed good at playing the protective role, always staying hidden regardless of weather, to the point that Song Yun's father wouldn't have guessed that the two honest-looking men by the door were anything more than car washers if Song Yun hadn't mentioned anything.
"Damn, ran into a busybody!"
Not far away, a thug spat on the ground and, pulling out a weapon from his pocket, charged at the brawny man.
"Boys, let's go! As long as we grab this chick and get out of here, a life of wealth and honor is just around the corner for us!"
The thugs encouraged each other, not taking the adversary seriously at all; in their eyes, the brawny man was probably just a university student who liked to work out at school. When it came to fighting skills, they believed that they, who had been roughing it in society, had the say!
"Class... classmate... you better run, they're not joking around!"
Yuan Siyi's lips turned white with fear, yet she still didn't want the stranger to get involved in the strife.
The brawny man turned around, gave Yuan Siyi an indifferent shake of his head, and said, "Beating them will be a piece of cake."
With that, the brawny man sprang into action, his robust muscles containing explosive power. In an instant, when he came into contact with the thugs, simple punches and kicks were enough to make them roll on the ground, howling in pain.
"Speak up, who's the mastermind behind you guys!"
The brawny man demanded coldly, grabbing the collar of a thug.
At this point, the thug only felt the places he was hit felt as if they had been crushed by a stone roller; he couldn't care less about speaking.
The brawny man frowned slightly, raised his hand, and slapped the thug's face. He knew how to moderate his strength, using skillful force to cause pain without inflicting serious injury.
The slap sobered the thug up, leaving him trembling and drooling, staring blankly at his opponent.
Where did this godly figure come from? Absolutely not the result of mere fitness training!
Seeing the look in the other man's eyes, as sharp as an eagle's when hunting, filled the thug with an involuntary chill deep in his heart.
"I'm asking one last time, who sent you here."
The thug stammered out, "Zhao... Brother Zhao..."
"Call him and tell him the job is done; tell him to come here," the brawny man instructed.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, he looked up to see a towering figure looking down at him with disdain.
"Zhao, is it? Come with me."
The muscular man stated, expressionless.
In Zhang Zhao's eyes, the muscular man seemed like a King of Hell judging the sins of the world.
He wanted to flee, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, completely immobilized.
"Hero...I don't know where I've offended you, but if you let me go today, afterwards I'm willing to offer a million to make friends with you!"
"You talk too much."
The muscular man had no intention of chatting and punched Zhang Zhao in the abdomen.
Instantly, Zhang Zhao's face was smeared with tears and snot; he knelt, vomiting uncontrollably.
The muscular man, disgusted, grabbed the back of his collar and turned to say, "You guys go to the nearest police station and turn yourselves in. Don't say I didn't warn you—if you dare run and I catch you again, it won't be as simple as today."
The hoodlums nodded frantically.
"Miss Yuan, let's go find Boss Song," said the muscular man. He didn't wait for Yuan Siyi and walked ahead, dragging Zhang Zhao with him.
He found Zhang Zhao's BMW, tossing the man, now unconscious from pain, into the trunk with indifference.
He drove Yuan Siyi towards the Hua Shou villas.
Meanwhile, at the Tianlun Hotel, Chang Bingzhong was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
Why was there still no news about Miss Yuan???
What to do? What to do?
Should he inform Director Song about the incident...?
But if he did, his career might be in jeopardy!
Torn between duty and self-preservation, Chang Bingzhong ultimately decided to tell Song Yun everything.
With a nervous heart, he dialed Song Yun's number.
The moment the call connected, Chang Bingzhong felt his heart squeeze.
"Director Chang, what's the matter so late at night?"
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