"We were hired," the man said, "by Yu Sicong."
Fu Jian's breath caught.
"To protect you," the man finished, bowing slightly.
The hallway fell into stunned silence.
Old Master Fu's face drained of color. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. His usual calm had shattered.
Fu Jian blinked, still processing.
"You thought I would repeat the same mistake again, right, Old Master Fu?" A smug voice sounded.
"You thought I would repeat the same mistake again, right, Old Master Fu?"A smug voice echoed down the hall.
Both Fu Jian and Old Master Fu turned sharply.
Standing at the far end of the corridor, dressed in sleek black and surrounded by a second line of bodyguards, was Yu Sicong. Calm. Confident.
With a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Fu Jian's eyes widened, but he wasn't surprised. Not really.
Yu Sicong walked toward them with an easy, casual stride, like he had all the time in the world.
