Outside the courtyard, there indeed were a few bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses, looking incredibly impressive, guarding the entrance.
Han Yuan, accompanied by Lone Wolf and Crippled Wolf, walked toward the helicopter parked on the lawn; the bodyguards seemed to sense their uncommon presence and exchanged covert glances before heading their way.
By this time, Lone Wolf had already boarded the helicopter and begun to start the propellers, preparing for takeoff.
Han Yuan still stood there dumbfounded, watching the bodyguards slowly approach, yet his eyes were filled with immense helplessness.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that the bodyguards he had hired at a high cost, who were said to be ex-special forces, seemed like mere paper figures in the eyes of these two assassins.