The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

"Sister Furong..." Yang Furong was about to leave, and one by one, the female prisoners showed expressions of reluctance.

As for Gucci, he had long since lost consciousness, foaming at the mouth, clearly played out...

Having already lost a lot of blood, and then being pressed by a crowd like a juicer, even if he survives, he would be crippled.

𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Wang Dadong wasn’t in a rush to leave Iron Stone Prison immediately because without the protection of the general’s troops, taking Yang Furong away wouldn’t be easy.

As the saying goes, "It’s easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to avoid an arrow in the dark," plus there are many skilled people in this world; if those spies hidden in the prison went berserk all at once, he might live to leave, but Yang Furong would definitely die.

So he’s waiting for the general’s troops to escort him.

But the general didn’t send troops immediately, which made Wang Dadong a bit anxious, yet he couldn’t press General Tesla too hard.

After all, Tesla was used to being the Overlord, always deciding others’ lives; if he pushed too hard, and Tesla went for mutual destruction, it wouldn’t be good.

Thus, he could only wait in the prison.

Fortunately, during this time, Yang Furong could properly bid farewell to the female prisoners in Cell Number Zero.

To prevent any accidents, Wang Dadong personally stood guard outside Cell Number Zero.

"Sister Furong, we’ll miss you."

"I’ll miss you too."

Yang Furong was reluctantly saying goodbye to the female prisoners inside the cell.

Especially one petite female prisoner, who was crying more like a tearful person.

Because she was petite, this female prisoner often couldn’t complete her tasks during labor reform, yet despite being often harassed and tortured by the jailers, Yang Furong often helped her.

Several times when the jailers tried to bully her, it was Yang Furong who stepped in and resolved it.

The jailers could freely torture Yang Furong without harming her, but once Yang Furong threatened them with her life, they found themselves helpless.

Because they knew if Yang Furong died, they would definitely have no way out.

"Sister Furong, if it weren’t for you, I surely would have been bullied to death by them..." The petite female prisoner tightly hugged Yang Furong, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don’t worry, Lizi, I’ve already talked to the sisters, they will... eh!" Yang Furong’s expression suddenly changed, becoming very painful.

"Lizi, you..." Yang Furong’s eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion.

The prisoner named Lizi let go of Yang Furong, tears still flowing on her face, "I’m sorry, Sister Furong, truly sorry, I didn’t want things to turn out this way, but the order I received was, if unable to complete the task, then to take your life..."

Yang Furong fell backward, only maintaining her balance by leaning against the iron bed, eyes fixed on Lizi.

She would never believe that Lizi would turn against her.

Knowing that Lizi came to this prison less than half a month after her and basically shared all her years in prison.

The two had long become like sisters.

Yang Furong had suspected every woman in Cell Number Zero.

But Lizi was the one she had the least guard against.

She never thought that Lizi, was indeed a spy.

This was clearly a silly, teary-eyed girl who cried even when bullied, how could she be a spy?

Though very unbelievable, the toothbrush handle stabbed in her chest was real.

Lizi had just used a broken toothbrush to pierce Yang Furong’s heart!

"Sister Furong, are you okay, Lizi, how could you treat Sister Furong like this, are you even human!" One female prisoner angrily cursed.

However, her hand suddenly pressed down hard on the toothbrush handle in Yang Furong’s chest, pushing it deeper.

Needless to say, this female prisoner was also a spy.

Yang Furong looked extremely pained, already unable to speak.

Yet her heart wasn’t too saddened.

Perhaps, death for her was a kind of relief.

The betrayal of a sister made her lose her only belief in continuing to live.

Everything was false...

Yang Furong glanced at the people present and a smile appeared on her face.

Perhaps, the spies hidden among the prisoners weren’t only these two.

"Sister Furong, don’t blame us, blame him for wanting to take you away. If he hadn’t tried to take you away, maybe we could still be sisters, for a long, long time."

Outside, Wang Dadong, smoking the ladies’ cigarette given to him by Sister Furong, suddenly felt something seemed off.

As for what was off, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Immediately tossing aside the cigarette butt, he walked back to Cell Number Zero.

Upon returning to Cell Number Zero, Wang Dadong saw an incredibly enraging scene.

Yang Furong had a toothbrush handle stabbed into her chest, blood constantly flowing from her mouth.

Wang Dadong had only been guarding against outside threats, never expecting the greatest danger to Yang Furong came from spies hidden among the female prisoners.

Spies undergo special training, even for Wang Dadong, if not particularly cautious, it would be basically difficult to identify them.

Wang Dadong’s eyes swept across the female prisoners in the cell, fists cracking audibly.

"Don’t blame us, you’re the one wanting to take Sister Furong away, you killed her!" The second female prisoner who attacked Yang Furong said coldly.

Although spies are required to be cold-blooded and heartless, they are still human, and humans will have feelings.

So, though they killed Yang Furong according to their mission orders, they did not feel good about it.

Wang Dadong ignored them, instead walked to the bed, and held Yang Furong in his arms.

"Furong, you’ll be alright."

Yang Furong shook her head with difficulty, and said with effort, "Dadao, don’t be sad, I already expected this ending... It’s just, I’m so sad... Is there... no true feelings in this world..."

"There is, Furong, the feelings I have for you are genuine, I’ll save you soon!" Wang Dadong said with immense heartache while looking into Yang Furong’s eyes full of despair.

About to feed Yang Furong Golden Blood immediately.

Yang Furong was merely a normal person; Golden Blood could definitely heal her.

But Yang Furong pushed him away, weakly saying, "Haha... Dadao, don’t lie to me..."

"Furong, I’m really not lying to you!"

"Then, Dadao... tell me... you aren’t one of them... If you say you’re not... then I’ll let you save me..."

Facing Yang Furong’s questioning, Wang Dadong remained silent.

He didn’t know how to answer Yang Furong.

"I know the answer now..." A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of Yang Furong’s mouth.

Although she always suspected Wang Dadong’s identity, in her heart there was still a bit of wishful thinking, hoping Wang Dadong wasn’t one of them.

That his feelings for her were genuine.

Now it seems that indeed was her fantasy...

"Promise me one thing!" Yang Furong suddenly grabbed Wang Dadong’s arm.