Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert

Time ticked by second after second, and Ji Xingyun’s gaze had been fixed on the back yard entrance from beginning to end, without the slightest change.

Nobody knew how long had passed when a calm, emotionless voice suddenly rang out of thin air.

"How did you know I was here?"

As that voice sounded, a figure appeared out of nowhere within Ji Xingyun’s line of sight.

The newcomer was dressed head to toe in black, the brim of his hat blocking his entire face. Even under the sunlight, a layer of black mist floated over his features, preventing the light from penetrating and making it impossible to see what he looked like. He had even specially disguised his voice so that no one could tell what his real voice sounded like.

If Lu Tianxing were here right now and saw this person, he would definitely cry out in shock, because the man who suddenly appeared in front of Ji Xingyun was not some stranger, but the very same black‑clothed man who had saved him in Eagle Country last time and crippled Bhara.

Yet now this black‑clothed man had turned up in Beijing again—what on earth did that mean?

After the black‑clothed man appeared, his gaze also fell on Ji Xingyun as he continued, "I thought I hid myself pretty well. I’m curious, Ji Group Leader, how did you discover me?"

After hearing the man’s words, Ji Xingyun wore a faint smile. He didn’t show the slightest anger at the black‑clothed man barging into his residence uninvited. "This is my home. I’ve been living here for decades. Discovering someone breaking in—was that really so difficult?"

Ji Xingyun spoke as if it were nothing, but the black‑clothed man didn’t see it that way at all. His stealth might not have reached the level of a grandmaster, but it was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to. Even for a Late Stage of Mythical expert, it would be extremely difficult to detect his traces. Yet Ji Xingyun had easily found him, even knowing his exact position clearly. It showed just how terrifying Ji Xingyun’s strength was. One could even say that in Ji Xingyun’s eyes, Late Stage of Mythical experts were like ants, something he could crush with a flip of his hand.

"Looks like your strength, Ji Group Leader, is far more frightening than I imagined. I have to admit, the former head of the Yanhuang Group really hasn’t gone dull with age."

The black‑clothed man looked at Ji Xingyun, a hint of admiration in his tone, then went on, "But, Ji Group Leader, I’m very curious. How did you decide I’m a friend and not an enemy? Aren’t you afraid I came here to kill you?"

After hearing the black‑clothed man’s words, Ji Xingyun chuckled. "If you were here to kill me, you should be carrying killing intent on you. And don’t tell me you can hide your killing intent. In front of me, no one can hide their desire to kill, no matter how deeply they bury it. It’s useless."

"But right now, I don’t feel any killing intent on you at all. That alone is enough to show that you don’t harbor any urge to kill me, that you never intended to. Since you don’t want to kill me, then naturally, that makes you a friend."

"And more importantly, if you really were here to kill me, you wouldn’t have walked into my place so politely. Someone who walks into another’s home with courtesy is nothing but a guest. Am I wrong?"

"You’re not wrong."

The black‑clothed man nodded. "In fact, everything you said is exactly right. I’m not an assassin, and I’m not here to kill you, because I don’t want to be enemies with you, Ji Group Leader. Being your enemy would be an incredibly terrifying thing."

"Hahaha..."

When Ji Xingyun heard the black‑clothed man’s words, he burst out laughing. "It’s been a long time since anyone said something like that to me. Just for that sentence today, I’ll treat you to a drink."

With that, Ji Xingyun stepped down from the stone he’d been sitting on and strode toward a room not far behind him.

Soon, Ji Xingyun came back out of the room. This time, however, there was a jar of wine and two cups in his hands.

Ji Xingyun walked over to the nearby pavilion and sat down, placing the wine and the two cups on the table. He opened the jar and filled both cups to the brim.

Then Ji Xingyun picked up one cup and raised it toward the black‑clothed man not far away. "Well? Dare to share a drink with this old man?"

"With Ji Group Leader inviting me, how would I dare refuse?"

Hearing Ji Xingyun’s words, the black‑clothed man didn’t hesitate at all. He walked over, picked up the cup on the table, downed it in one go, then set the cup back down and let out a long sigh. "Good wine."

Upon hearing him, Ji Xingyun’s face showed a hint of curiosity. "You’re not afraid I poisoned the wine?"

"Ji Group Leader, didn’t you just say I’m your friend? Do I need to worry about my friend poisoning me?" The black‑clothed man looked at Ji Xingyun and threw the question back at him.

Ji Xingyun was briefly stunned by the man’s words, then immediately burst into hearty laughter. "You’re right. A visitor is a guest. I, Ji Xingyun, don’t poison my own guests."

As he finished speaking, Ji Xingyun once again fixed his gaze on the black‑clothed man. A glint flashed in his eyes as he stared at him, clearly trying to see through the black mist and glimpse the true face hidden behind it.

But after studying him for a while, Ji Xingyun eventually chose to give up. He simply couldn’t see through that layer of black mist, nor could he detect any clues from the black‑clothed man’s behavior.

"Hoo..."

Ji Xingyun slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and looked steadily at the black‑clothed man. "Do you know why, when I realized you’d broken in, I didn’t make a move on you and instead invited you for a drink?"

"Please enlighten me, Ji Group Leader."

Ji Xingyun looked at the black‑clothed man and spoke, enunciating each word, "Because I feel a sense of familiarity from you. A very strong familiarity, like we’ve met before. But when I look closely at you, I can’t find any familiar features on you at all. That’s what puzzles me the most. I clearly have this strong sense of familiarity in my heart, like I must have seen you somewhere before, but no matter how I think about it, I just can’t remember where."

"I have to admit, your disguise is very good—even I can’t tell who you are."

At this point, Ji Xingyun sighed again. He didn’t know why, but he kept feeling that he must have seen this black‑clothed man somewhere. Yet as for where exactly, he just couldn’t recall, without even the slightest trace of an impression.