Top-class Bodyguard

The people from the MAC Group stood by, watching with smiles on their faces.

But the smile had long vanished from Song Ziwen's face. After his initial shock, his expression turned extremely gloomy.

Xia Wenxue also snapped out of it, hurriedly pushing Ren Feng away, her pretty face flushed with shame and anger: "What are you doing?"

"Xue'xue, I saw you were too tired, so I gave you a reward," Ren Feng said with a slight smile.

"Even if it's a reward, you can't just... like this..." Xia Wenxue trailed off, somewhat reproachful, making the surrounding employees feel as if their hearts were shattering into pieces.

"Stop fooling around." Xia Wenxue's beautiful eyes hinted at a warning glance towards Ren Feng, but it had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Alright, let's continue upstairs."

Xia Wenxue pressed the elevator button, while Ren Feng gave Song Ziwen a smug look, almost making Song Ziwen want to twist his neck off and use it as a ball!

"Mr. Song, I know you're feeling bad about all this, but facts are facts. If you're upset, it's okay," Ren Feng said as he walked over and patted Song Ziwen on the shoulder, "I'll send you some tissues later, use them sparingly, don't feel too miserable, or I'll feel guilty too."

After saying this, Ren Feng swaggered into the elevator.

Song Ziwen's heart was already immensely heavy, but he still forced a smile and entered the elevator.

After the elevator doors shut, the employees of the Flying Snow Group were dumbfounded.

"Oh my god, we always thought Mr. Xia was single, but it turns out he already has a boyfriend."

"Sigh, I used to look up to Mr. Xia as a role model, but I never expected her to be in a relationship too, while I'm still single. Ah, the damage to us single dogs is too great."

"Woof, woof, woof!" A fluffy Pekingese walked over.

A female colleague picked up the Pekingese and started crying bitterly.

Ren Feng and the others accompanied the MAC Group representatives to the floor where the perfume development took place.

The group dispersed, with Ren Feng and Song Ziwen standing side by side, smiles plastered on both their faces.

"Mr. Song, how do you think my performance just now was?" Ren Feng asked with a charming smile.

"It proves nothing," Song Ziwen said coolly, "It's all quite normal."

Ren Feng said admiringly, "Mr. Song, I realized I overlooked something and there's one thing I really admire about you."

"What?" Song Ziwen asked but immediately sensed something was off.

"That is, talking nonsense with a straight face," Ren Feng grinned, "If you can't even see that, you must really be blind. Want me to recommend you to an ophthalmologist in the United Kingdom? They're just as renowned as those bone specialists in Germany."

Song Ziwen's face twitched momentarily, but he was used to it by now, and said calmly, "This game's result isn't decided yet, it's just the beginning—don't celebrate too early."

"But for now, I hold the advantage," Ren Feng chuckled, "Do you think I'll give you a chance to make a comeback? For those who try to dig up the walls around me, I usually hit them hard without mercy."

Song Ziwen felt that trading barbs with Ren Feng was truly unwise. This guy was blunt, shameless, and even despicable. How could he possibly out-argue him?

"I don't want to argue with you about this. All I can say is, people are different, and you are not in our league."

Song Ziwen turned around nonchalantly, looking at Ren Feng with a condescending aura on his face.

This aura was called superiority.

"You must understand, Xia Wenxue is only fit for someone of my level." Song Ziwen's face broke into a smile, with a flash of chill in his eyes, "Of course, I don't mind playing with you."

Ren Feng looked surprised, "Mr. Song, have you been jerking off too much? Not only are you blind, but you're also losing intelligence. Where is this sense of superiority coming from out of nowhere?"

Song Ziwen's expression stiffened, this guy's face was so thick!

"Ah, Mr. Song, seems like I have to take back my earlier promise," Ren Feng said with a heavy face, "Those tissues aren't for you anymore. For your health—oh no, for your intellect, it's better to cut back on that."

Song Ziwen almost spat out blood in rage, "Damn it, that's not what I meant, okay?"

Ren Feng grinned, "Mr. Song, actually, the thing I like the most is beating up those with a superiority complex, so this time, rest assured, not only will you lose, but you'll lose disastrously."

After saying this, Ren Feng ignored Song Ziwen and headed straight toward Xia Wenxue.

Song Ziwen's face turned blue, then red with anger, his previous gentle smile vanished.

I will make you die an ugly death!

Song Ziwen glanced at Ren Feng's back, wearing a sullen expression as he followed.

Ren Feng sauntered lazily, seeming to follow Douglas, yet his gaze remained locked on the foreigners casually wandering around.

Many foreigners were indeed checking out products, but in their stroll, they almost quickly covered every room, even taking pictures of places they entered.

Ren Feng vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint it, as if their agenda wasn't the products, but something else.

Frowns etched on Ren Feng's face; with his years of experience in the Mercenary Realm, he sensed their real targets weren't the products.

But after a detailed observation, he couldn't find anything peculiar about the foreigners.

Suppressing his doubts, Ren Feng followed the group up to the eighth floor.

The eighth floor was also where perfumes were developed. Xia Wenxue called a few perfume R&D team leaders to accompany the foreigners for explanations, while Ren Feng continued to scrutinize the foreigners.

Soon, the tour of the eighth floor was over, and Douglas said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, we should head up to the ninth floor."

However, Xia Wenxue shook her head and said, "The ninth floor doesn't have any other products, nor any worthwhile exhibits. Our company's core areas have already been seen; I'm sure you all have a measure of our strength."

Douglas exchanged a look with the others and then said, "Mr. Xia, if there are trade secrets on the ninth floor, we won't go up. But if not, I'd hope we could. Based on what we've seen before, your company's strength is honestly not enough to justify collaboration."

Carrying a smile, Douglas added, "Dear Mr. Xia, we're choosing your company primarily out of respect for Mr. Song. I hope there's nothing being concealed, and if we collaborate, we'll be willing to share resources."

Resource sharing?

The surrounding employees were initially stunned but then showed delight on their faces.

If the Flying Snow Group could obtain resources from the MAC Group, wouldn't their development skyrocket?

Just then, Ren Feng squinted his eyes, noticing that several MAC Group foreigners were communicating with each other, including some gestures!

These gestures were peculiar, resembling the combat signals used among mercenaries before.

After taking a few more glances, a heavy realization hit Ren Feng, a sharp iciness in his eyes.

If he's not mistaken, he had encountered the same gestures used by another group during a previous mission.

They are not the real MAC Group!

Who are they?