Big Brother, Never Let Go No Matter What

Within the airport terminal, the bodyguards observed the young master, Sijin, as he emerged.

They remained composed, seated or standing, some making calls, exhibiting no discernible anomaly.

However, one guard noticed a young man not far from them, whose gaze occasionally flickered toward their master's direction.

Two of the guards exchanged a knowing glance, and one of them nodded before approaching the young man nearby.

The bustling terminal was a hub of activity, teeming with people, including many children.

The guard strolled casually over, naturally blending in, which didn't catch Sijin's attention. It was only when the guard adjusted his clothing, revealing a black flame insignia just below his neck, near his shoulder, that Sijin's pupils contracted.

If he recalled correctly, employees of one of his father's security firms, comprised mainly of retired special forces personnel, bore such flame insignias.