Cut wherever you point.

Among them were many judo and taekwondo experts, but none of them could outrun Dr. An; they couldn't even hear the sound of his footsteps when he made his move...

Wei Yongjie's pitiful wailing almost lifted the Wei Group building off the ground, but whether it was due to the excellent soundproofing or some other reason, no one dared to break into the chairman's office.

Wei Yongjie was gagged and dragged out, but a trace of blood still lingered in the air.

An Yun glanced nervously at Wei Zhaoye, but seeing that his expression was normal, her pupils, which had finally focused, gradually dilated again.

The black umbrellas gathered together, and strangely enough, the blood on the tips of the umbrellas had disappeared, leaving them clean and smooth as before.

Wei Zhaoye stood in the sunlight, the warm sun reflecting off his tall and slender figure, exuding an air of nobility.

An Yun remained silent, standing with his hands at his sides in the shadows, like a wisp of black air.

Wei Zhaoye swiped open his phone, his pursed lips curving slightly upwards.

An Yun was slightly surprised, but his deep-seated reverence made him choose to remain silent.

"Keep an eye on this car. I need you to protect this girl!"

The phone screen first flashed a license plate number, followed by a photo of a girl with a bun hairstyle. The angle wasn't good, so it seemed to be a candid shot.

The girl was smiling and talking to someone. Her face, full of collagen, was fair and rosy, just like the strawberries she was holding, making her look adorable.

An Yun knew this girl; not only did he know her, but he was also deeply impressed by her!

This is the girl who is interacting affectionately with her owner in the back seat of the car; her owner treats her very differently.

Those who discovered the master's secret over the years were all imprisoned in the Garden of Sin, but the master spared this girl and even did something extraordinary for her.

An Yun was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with struggle. He didn't want to take on this mission, but he couldn't disobey his master's orders!

"An Yun, she is my life, understand?"

An Yun's eyes widened in shock at the simple sentence. If you looked closely, you could see a faint red light. He said anxiously, "Master, she is just a mortal, she is different from us!"

Wei Zhaoye narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

Realizing she had misspoke, An Yun immediately shut her mouth, lowered her eyelashes, and said, "Master, I will protect her."

Wei Zhaoye stared at An Yun with deep eyes for a moment, then a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "An Yun, just do your job. You only need to carry out my orders and have no right to question my decisions."

An invisible pressure swept over An Yun. He suddenly clutched his chest and looked at the man in the sunlight with disbelief. A hint of confusion flashed across his ink-painting-like eyebrows and eyes.

He wanted to confirm something more, but Wei Zhaoye strode out of the office.

An Yun stood with his eyes lowered for a while, then slowly walked over and picked up the knife and handkerchief on the ground. He wiped the marks on the ground clean, then stood up, expressionless, and opened the black umbrella to block his unfocused pupils.

Inside the elevator, the cleaning lady watched the man with the black umbrella walk into the elevator and suddenly felt the temperature around her drop several degrees.

The man's face was mostly obscured by the black umbrella, revealing only his pale lips.

The cleaning lady glanced at it discreetly several times, and the more she looked, the more strange it seemed.

An Yun glanced at the cart, her eyes as calm as still water, her voice indifferent, "Can I throw away the trash here?"

The cleaning lady hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Y-yes..."