Fu Shuaijun said.
"I heard your bodyguard's kung fu is excellent, bring him in for me to see. I want him to recommend a skilled bodyguard."
Fu Shuaijun smiled, thinking, once he comes in, I'll immediately order to kill him. Hahaha, in the moment of his death, he won't rise again. Aren't bodyguards supposed to be formidable? I want to see how great you really are.
Feng Ruolan didn't think much of it. In his view, Fu Shuaijun couldn't stir up much trouble.
He greeted the bodyguard outside, and soon, a burly man came in, muscular like a rock, exuding a strong presence.
Fu Shuaijun smiled slightly, patted the man, and said,
"I hear you're quite the fighter."
Looking at the guy, Fu Shuaijun grinned mischievously. Seeing those solid muscles, he felt a bit anxious, unsure if his people could handle him.
But then he thought he had over a dozen men, so dealing with this guy shouldn't be hard. And of course, he had more up his sleeve.
