Any carelessness can lead to utterly disastrous consequences.
In the past two years, they've followed Jingmin through the most chaotic times of the Jin family to get to where they are now. What haven't they seen? What haven't they dealt with?
What I fear most isn't guns or drugs, it's—women.
Beautiful woman!
Especially a woman like the one in front of me who is excessively beautiful.
They've seen too many honey traps.
Those who died in the beds of beauties back then, their bones were still warm.
From the heir to the closest confidant, the slightest lapse in vigilance can easily expose a fatal flaw.
Therefore, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is!
They're doing well—they followed the right people.
Jing Min not only survived that bloody power struggle, but also rose to the top.
No one knows what price he paid or what terrible things he went through.
But because of him, they all survived.
Although the honey trap would certainly not work on President Jing, the storm had not yet completely passed, and they still needed to be vigilant against any disturbance.
Their duty is to safeguard this hard-won security.
Therefore, even if a beautiful woman appears to have some influence and seems harmless, they will not hesitate to drive her away.
Jin Xian, unaware that he had "messed up," was looking at Chu Wuyang with a bewildered expression.
"Don't come near."
One of them raised his hand, his tone chilling.
"Please leave immediately. Do not attempt to fabricate an identity. The Kim family does not welcome unidentified individuals."
After saying that, the man actually pushed her.
Chu Wuyang was caught off guard.
He stumbled and fell on the stone steps, scraping his elbow and leaving a bright red mark; the air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.
"sister!"
Jin Xian's expression changed drastically. He immediately rushed over to help her up, glaring angrily at the group of bodyguards.
"Open your dog eyes and look! This is Miss Chu from Haicheng... No matter how powerful your boss is, he was kicked out of Haicheng in disgrace back then!"
"Jin Xian!"
Chu Wuyang suddenly interrupted him sharply, her eyes piercing.
Jin Xian gritted his teeth, fell silent, but still helped her turn around to check the wound.
Just then, a low hum came from afar—the engine roared, sharp as a blade.
Before Jin Xuan could finish speaking,
The black Pagani slowly drove in, sunlight falling on the curves of the car body and reflecting a cold metallic sheen.
In the sunlight, the car headlights resembled the eyes of a beast, slowly approaching.
With the car window half-open, a familiar figure was quietly watching this scene from the driver's seat.
Jing Min's face was composed, his eyes dark, and his well-defined hands rested on the steering wheel.
He had no expression at all.
But the oppressive feeling emanating from inside the car was like an undercurrent in the ocean—calm, silent, but capable of swallowing everything at any moment.
The air seemed to be choked instantly.
The bodyguards who had previously dared to speak immediately lowered their heads, straightened their backs like javelins, and even withdrew their gazes.
The bodyguard who had dared to make a move just moments before turned pale, his breathing becoming noticeably lighter with tension.
Jin Xian noticed the change in his surroundings, but he didn't hide the slight disdain on his face.
Instead, it seemed as if their rebellious emotions had been provoked.
"So what if you're here? You haven't even settled into your seat and you already want to come back and swagger around? Do you really think the world belongs to you alone?"
Chu Wuyang remained silent.
Her gaze fell on the slowly coming to a stop in the Pagani, her throat felt like it was being choked, and blood was still seeping from her arm.
Jing Min's gaze swept coldly over her.
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