The four bodyguards had also risen early.
The red welts from the snake tail's lash were still on their bodies, but they no longer hurt like the night before, so, Song Yunuan had shown restraint.
Dragging their nearly 180-pound, towering bodies around as if she were handling a willow branch, wasn't that the epitome of innate strength?
Even if they harbored ulterior motives, without backup, they dared not act rashly.
Nor did they dare to be presumptuous, because Song Yunuan seemed not very interested in the videotape—so how did Song Yunuan intend to deal with them?
Would she report to the local leaders here?
If that was the case, what would they do?
They had no weapons on them, except for daggers, but these were utterly useless against Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan had said that as long as they behaved, she wouldn't send them to the swamp.
A bodyguard needed to have the self-awareness of a bodyguard.
Second Young Master Zhong had awoken; they had to get a move on.
