The man standing behind Jin Yu had an imposing build, his face a square jawline of righteous features, exuding an air of severity. Just one glance was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
At the words, like a tiger advancing with deliberate strides, Xiao Long exited the private room, with Wu Mei'en eagerly following behind, beaming with anticipation.
Jin Yu wasn't the least bit concerned. Xiao Long was someone he had poached from PT Security Services with a hefty paycheck. His towering height might deceive others, but in truth, his mind was meticulous, and most importantly, the man could fight. In the past two years alone, Xiao Long had shielded him from countless ambushes, both overt and covert. When his father passed away last year and disputes over the family inheritance with his brothers and uncles turned into fierce showdowns, it was Xiao Long who got him safely through several perilous rounds.
One could say that Jin Yu owed his life to Xiao Long.
