These men walked with the stride of dragons and the ferocity of tigers, exuding an air as if a brisk wind followed their every step—they were clearly skilled in martial arts.
They resembled Fu Ziqian somewhat.
But they lacked the kind of righteous aura that Fu Ziqian possessed.
Fu Ziqian was a soldier, hence he was filled with righteousness, while these men... bore an uncomfortable... killing intent?
"Your men?" Song Huanyan asked, looking at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen nodded slightly, "Yes... they are all my men."
These men, some were mercenaries, others assassins... due to various reasons, by fate or chance, they became his people.
In fact, many of the wealthy magnates nowadays have their own people, some raise thugs, some spend a lot of money on bodyguards, and others even tie themselves to the underworld for their personal safety...
Song Huanyan nodded.
Yun Jianchen and a few men entered the villa with her.
The villa was luxuriously decorated.
