Then.
A cufflink, torn off through the struggle, lightly bumped into a nearby flower pot, creating a clear sound.
The sound was very faint, yet mysteriously it felt as if it had struck Ji Nanfeng's chest.
His gaze gradually grew colder.
Ai Zi continued her behavior, forcefully tearing at her clothing out of fury, seeming to wish she could strip off all her clothes right then. Her demeanor, as if she was prepared for death along with her nearly wild movements, was startling.
The surrounding bodyguards, one by one, had no idea what to do.
If they stood too far away, they couldn't protect Master Ji, if they stood too close, seeing something they shouldn't, it wouldn't be as simple as having their eyes gouged out.
Master Ji's way of conduct was always violent, and this woman was very important to him.
The dozen or so bodyguards all began to spread out, turning their backs to Master Ji, standing guard at every key point.
