At Hera's reminder, Xavier glanced back at the neatly parked black sedans.
As the security team emerged from them, he couldn't help but feel like laughing right now.
The contrast was striking; the bodyguards assigned to him seemed almost like amateurs compared to Hera's formidable security detail.
The disparity was so vast that he no longer felt concern for Hera but instead felt a twinge of sympathy for the arrogant guards on his side.
Hera's bodyguards exuded an almost bloodthirsty aura, a demeanor forged through countless experiences in war zones.
They appeared terrifyingly intimidating, their muscles not just sculpted from lifting weights but honed by carrying heavy equipment while sprinting through the chaos of battle.
As Hera's security detail moved closer to her, while Xavier was being led inside, the bodyguards accompanying him visibly stiffened.
