"Let’s go greet our major shareholder," Bird said, starting to walk toward Su Chen’s group.
But his first step froze mid-stride. He saw the intimidating group of men from before—the ones who had given him pause—now walking toward Su Chen.
GULP. Mark, standing beside him, couldn’t help but swallow hard. He glanced at Bird. "Mr. Bird, should we still go over?"
Bird hesitated. He knew what that group was about and, for a moment, was at a loss.
Meanwhile, Wang Gang, who was walking behind Su Chen, saw the dozen or so burly men approaching them. He hurried to Su Chen’s side. "Sir, the men coming toward us are trouble. Maybe we should hold back and see what’s going on first."
Su Chen glanced at Wang Gang with an amused expression. "Tell me, what makes you say they’re trouble?"
"Sir, you can tell just by looking at them they’re not ordinary people. The men at the front, aside from the two leaders, are carrying black briefcases. Those are specialized MP5 briefcase guns, the kind used by elite bodyguards."
"And the men behind them with the backpacks? Those are rapid deployment systems. They can get a fully-equipped operative ready for action in under twenty seconds. You only see a detail like this at high-stakes events. I can’t believe we’re seeing it here."
Su Chen couldn’t help but nod. ’It seems Chen Fei was right. This Wang Gang he recommended is a real professional.’
Wang Gang was about to urge Su Chen again when he saw Su Chen stride confidently toward the men in black.
Wang Gang was dumbfounded. He started to follow, but Chen Fei grabbed his arm, holding him back.
"Brother Fei, what are you doing? Let me go! Those guys are dangerous! What if something happens to Sir—" Wang Gang was frantic.
Chen Fei jutted his chin in Su Chen’s direction. "They’re on our side."
Wang Gang was completely stunned. ’On our side?’ He whipped his head around. Sure enough, Su Chen was laughing and chatting with the two men in the lead. And on their faces, Wang Gang saw nothing but deference.
A chill shot straight to his head.
"Brother Fei, who are they?" Wang Gang asked, his curiosity piqued.
Even Chen Qiang and Li Yun, who had been standing back, took a couple of steps closer to Chen Fei, their ears pricked to catch his reply.
Chen Fei glanced at Wang Gang, his tone casual. "That’s IPS Security Company. It belongs to Mr. Su."
"IPS!" Three gasps of shock rang out in unison.
The three men stood with their mouths agape, their eyes wide with disbelief. As veterans with years of service, they had of course heard of the renowned IPS. But they never in their wildest dreams imagined that the world-famous security company belonged to their boss.
For a moment, all three of them struggled to process the information.
"I didn’t expect you to come in person. Weren’t you filming in South Africa?" Su Chen asked the burly man before him.
The burly man was none other than Raymond, the head of IPS Security Company.
"All my scenes are done. We’re just waiting on Wu Jing to shoot a few pickups for some details, then we’re wrapped!"


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