The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Kyrie Collins’s face turned quite ugly. He turned his eyes to the robust man on the ground: ”Qi Jun, what do you think?”

The robust man stood up, raising his right arm, which still had remaining traces of black qi.

”Damn it, so poisonous! Just bad luck for me!”

Qi Jun ignored Kyrie Collins and got up cleanly: ”Let’s go!”

Qi Jun led his people in a tactical retreat, leaving Kyrie Collins even more isolated. After spinning his eyes, Kyrie Collins sneered: ”You’re ruthless, but the mountain doesn’t turn if the river does; we’re leaving!”

Kyrie Collins quickly led the Flowing Cloud Sect away, but after traveling a hundred miles, he stopped, and with a stern face, ordered: ”The Robertson brothers are greedy and ferocious. Their alliance with the White Crane Immortal Sect is just a temporary measure; they are bound to fight eventually. You go ahead; I’ll go back to watch.”

He directed his team to explore in another direction and, after making a detour, snuck back toward the area cautiously.

As he approached the valley, Kyrie Collins felt a premonition and looked towards the distance.

Who else could that person darting through the trees on the opposite mountain peak be if not Qi Jun?

Kyrie Collins smirked and wasn’t too surprised.

All being cunning as thousand-year-old foxes, who would willingly give up so many Misty Moon Peaches!

Previously in the presence of Sect’s Disciples, they worried about unintended consequences, but now without those concerns, isn’t it just a battle?

If they can’t win, they can always run away!

At the same time, Qi Jun also noticed Kyrie Collins, hesitated for a moment, and flew close to the ground toward him.

”Damn it, you’re truly cunning!”

Kyrie Collins retorted: ”The feeling’s mutual, what do you propose?”

Qi Jun snorted: ”Let’s join forces; when the opportunity arises, we’ll take them down!”