"Wuque, the command center has ordered me to return immediately, and I won't send you into the car."

He Bin hung up the phone and smiled apologetically at Yan Wuque.

Yan Wuque shook his head quickly and said seriously:

"Thank you, Uncle He, for sending you off this far. Military affairs are the most important. Please come back."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

He Bin nodded and shook hands with Yan Wuque and said goodbye.

When He Bin left, more than ten men in black suddenly lined up the crowd of onlookers and bodyguards blocking the way, and appeared in front of Yan Wuque.

These people were all wearing summer clothes similar to suits, white shirts, black leather shoes, black sunglasses, and silver wireless headsets were hung on their ears.

In addition, they also had a straight blade scabbard in their hands, and many people also carried long strips of black boxes more than one meter long behind them.

Such a group of guards with a cold expression and uniform movements appeared, instantly attracting a lot of attention.

Especially the two leaders attracted frequent attention.

That was a middle-aged woman with a buzz cut and a bun.

He is about forty years old, with rough skin and a knife hidden in his vicissitudes of life. Anyone who is swept by this gaze feels cold in his heart.

The woman was twenty-six or seven meters tall, combined with her slim and slender figure, and she felt as if she was standing out in the crowd.

It’s a pity that the wheat-colored diamond-shaped face is full of coldness.

It's like a piece of ice that makes people dare not look at it directly.

"Young Master!"

"Uncle Peng?"

Yan Wuque looked at Gao Peng who suddenly appeared, slightly surprised.

According to memory, Gao Peng is the second-rank Wuzong and is one of the pillars of the Yan family and the Yawu Group.

Originally, he thought that the old man could send a third-grade Wushen Sect, which was amazing, but he didn't expect that Gao Peng would come directly.

However, Gao Peng was the son of Yan Shitao's first housekeeper and was almost trained as his nephew. It should be sufficient in terms of reliability, otherwise the old man would not let him come.

"Fortunately, the young master was smart and hired the escort of Mr. He, otherwise Gao Peng would be redeemed if he had died!"

Gao Peng stared at Yan Wuque and looked at him carefully for a while. After not finding any signs of injury, a hint of ease appeared in his much gentle eyes.

"Uncle Peng is serious, this matter is not unreasonable."

Yan Wuque chuckled and shook his head, then glanced at the more and more onlookers around him, and said:

"Let's go. The previous train has been missed and I have to buy the ticket again."

"Yes! Young Master, don't worry about this. I have asked someone to book the first class of the next high-speed train and leave in twenty minutes.

Let's go directly to the VIP private room to wait for the bus."

Although Gao Peng is a second-grade master, he is extremely respectful to Yan Wuque.

After explaining, he stretched out his fingers and walked around for a few times. More than a dozen black-clothed guards in the third grade immediately moved, surrounding Yan Wuque, Fang Dehai and others to the second floor.

Yan Wuque ignored Lu Zilin and did not let anyone teach a lesson to the bodyguards and security guards who stopped them.

As we walked, we just had a gentle smile on our faces and nodded to the hot crowd on both sides.

Zuo Hanyan followed him in a daze, feeling both excited and unrealistic about this feeling of being surrounded by masters and being watched by everyone.

Thinking of Lu Zilin, she was also an idol she was quite obsessed with before.

But at this moment, the so-called idol is like a cock falling in love, as embarrassed as a clown.

Before he knew it, Zuo Hanyan held the luggage rod's hand tightly, and his eyes looking at the straight back in front became even hotter.

At this moment, even if Yan Wuque proposed to let her be a mistress, she would agree without hesitation...

Behind, Lu Zilin's head, which had been tightly lowered, finally raised his head, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at the pedestrian.

However, this hatred look was blocked by sunglasses and was not discovered.

He knew that after this incident spread today, his reputation would definitely plummet!

Even, it may be terminated by some cooperative units!

And all of this was brought by Yan Wuque!

He hated, he wanted to take revenge, but reason told him that it was not the time.

The most important thing for him now is to do his best to eliminate the negative impact.

"Sister Hong, use all relationships to suppress the spread of news!

For those that have been spread, a clarification letter should also be issued.

Anyway, the fewer people know about this today, the better, and it has nothing to do with me. This is the dereliction of duty of individual security guards!”

"Okay, Zilin, don't worry, I'm already dealing with it."

A woman in her thirties responded, lit her phone and quickly sent messages, and also directed several staff members around her to help.

As for the security guards and bodyguards, we continued to lead the way.

However, their work was much easier this time, because the onlookers quickly scattered.

Except for less than a hundred fanatical fans who are still chasing, no one gathers around crazily.

Faced with such a huge change, Lu Zilin was furious but had no choice.

A few minutes later, Sister Hong suddenly turned her face stiff and said with an ugly look:

"Zi Lin, Barrier No. 5 canceled the invitation to us..."

Lu Zilin's face turned dark and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm mentally prepared for this. It's okay, just cancel it."

Sister Hong's lips moved and hesitated again:

"Also, among the mainstream media we contacted, except for a few, all of the others rejected requests to restrict and delete related messages.

Only those secondary media agreed readily.”

Lu Zilin suddenly froze and took off his glasses and shouted angrily:

"How is this possible? Do they want to take the opportunity to blackmail?"

"It shouldn't be true. Everyone has a tacit understanding of this kind of thing and will not break the rules at will.

And I have tried it, even if the price is raised, it is useless."

Sister Hong shook her head with an ugly face, then said hesitantly:

"I'm afraid that Yan Wuque's identity is not just as simple as the hero guarding the gate. This can also be seen from the appearance of those black-clad bodyguards."

Lu Zilin finally panicked. If the mainstream media did not support him, his reputation would really be slandered!

In a hurry, Lu Zilin suddenly waved to a strong man nearly two meters tall.

"Lu, what are your instructions?"

"How strong are those black-clad bodyguards? Maybe it's obvious that they have?"

The strong man shook his head and replied:

"I can't see anything except for the third or four people who are sixth-grade martial artists."

Hearing the strong man's answer, Lu Zilin and Sister Hong's faces changed drastically.

This bodyguard leader is a fifth-rank martial artist, and they invited him through special channels.

But what he meant, were those black-clothed bodyguards actually middle-class martial artists?

Is this too incredible?

Before the two of them could come back to their senses, the strong man threw another heavy blow.

"I suspect that leader is a Wuzong!

Because although his aura did not leak, his eyes were too terrible.

It gives me the feeling that I can kill me with just a look!

As for the origin, I can't tell."

boom!

Lu Zilin only felt a thunder sound in his mind, which shocked him almost to the ground.

Let the top third-rank Wuzong be a bodyguard? What a joke?!

"Gudong..."

Sister Hong swallowed with difficulty and said at a loss:

"Zi Lin, we must return to Yujing immediately! Go and ask for help from that person!
To be continued...