Oh, Sister Lin, You’re So Bold

The place Shen Zeming entered was none other than a gun training academy. Above the gate, a bold red-and-black sign proudly displayed the words "Beijing Tactical Defense Academy," flanked by a stylized dragon logo—a clear symbol of strength and resilience.

‘Whose family owned this business again?’ Shen Zeming pondered inwardly but quickly shrugged off the thought as he stepped out of his McLaren Senna. Once inside the building, he found himself in a lobby with steel-grey walls and a bulletproof glass reception desk.

As was usual whenever Shen Zeming made an entrance, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The once-busy staff—whether male or female—inevitably paused for fleeting moments, stealing covert glances in his direction.

His striking good looks, the commanding aura he carried, coupled with the overt display of wealth embodied by his sleek luxury car parked just outside, demanded attention.