Top-class Bodyguard

What's going on?

Fang Jianguo and the woman were truly frightened at this moment.

"Who, who are you?"

Fang Jianguo hurriedly pulled the blanket.

"Jianguo, Jianguo."

The woman was already scared to tears, curling up on the bed and clutching her chest.

Ren Feng chuckled, and with his left hand, suddenly drew a gleaming knife, stabbing it directly into the blanket, ripping out the cotton inside.

"Ah!"

The woman screamed in fright, and Fang Jianguo's scalp tingled.

"Friend, between us it's just a conflict of interest. Put down the knife, let's talk this over—I can give you enough benefits."

Ren Feng pulled a chair over and sat down, "Want to talk? Fine, then tell me, what happened three years ago?"

Fang Jianguo had no choice but to tell everything, and after he finished, Ren Feng struck the back of Fang Jianguo's neck, knocking him unconscious.

The woman sat beside, looking at Ren Feng, trembling all over.

"Please don't kill me, don't kill me, I really don't know anything."

The woman was terrified, curling up on the bed, her face filled with panic.

Ren Feng also knocked the woman unconscious, then left.

That night, the edited video was set to release at a scheduled time, with Ren Feng's voice removed.

Afterwards, Ren Feng returned to the prison, and even after all that, none of the guards noticed.

The next day, Fang Jianguo slowly woke up in bed.

"What happened? My head hurts."

Suddenly, Fang Jianguo became alert. He looked around the room as if startled, finding no one else there, as if what happened last night was just a dream.

He touched his cheek and immediately felt a sinking feeling in his heart—this was not a dream.

"Wake up."

Fang Jianguo patted the woman awake. She sat up in fright and immediately threw herself into Fang Jianguo's arms.

"Jianguo, what are we going to do? What are we going to do?"

Fang Jianguo was also troubled, but suddenly his eyes flashed coldly—the person from last night was definitely that person.

Even if it wasn't, there's a connection. Otherwise, why would they come that very night?

The more Fang Jianguo thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. This kind of person couldn't remain here, or there would be trouble.

"Don't worry, I'll go to the police station and sort this out."

...

Liao Zhang was leisurely sitting in the police station, with Yuefeng sitting opposite him.

"Is everything settled?"

Liao Zhang glanced at Yuefeng.

"Boss, it's all settled. Rest assured, I had someone handcuff him before sending him in," Yuefeng chuckled.

"That's good." Liao Zhang nodded, "You did well, but make sure no one finds out."

Think you can challenge me?

Liao Zhang sneered internally; in this office, no one can outsmart me.

Just then, Director Zhao Ming entered, and Liao Zhang quickly stood up.

"Director!"

But the director ignored him and instead accompanied someone.

Liao Zhang felt puzzled, looking at the person—a young man, very ordinary, wearing a suit and glasses, appearing gentle and delicate.

"Director Zhao, no need to be so courteous. I'll leave once I finish my business," the young man said.

Mr. Zhao smiled apologetically: "Mr. Ye, it's an honor for us that you came to inspect Jiangnan City. I wonder, is Mr. Zhao still in good health?"