There were six bodyguards in the living room, two stationed at the door, two in front of the windows, and another two sitting in a corner.
As Tangyu's sharp and chilly gaze swept over the two guards in the corner, his face remained impassive. Noticing Tangyu's arrival, they merely gave him an indifferent glance before withdrawing their attention, both idly playing with military knives. These two were particularly dangerous, and he'd have to deal with them first if a fight broke out. Just on the surface level, Tangyu had encountered ten bodyguards on his way in, and there were undoubtedly more hidden. He could feel the watchful eyes on him—the living room even had surveillance cameras installed.
Observing such a heavily guarded scene, the corners of Tangyu's mouth lifted slightly. Zhang Guoli, the sly old fox, clearly valued his life quite dearly. But, by the looks of it, he must have had numerous enemies; otherwise, there was no need for such an elaborate setup at home.
