At Jiang Xinghai's command, the thirty-six security guards shot off from their spots.
Fifteen minutes!
They had already stepped into Martial Arts, their physiques far surpassing those of ordinary people, and they were brimming with confidence!
"My, they're all acting like they've been pumped full of adrenaline. You certainly live up to your title as Minister of Security."
Shen Lingyin, holding a parasol, came to stand beside Jiang Xinghai. "However, I wonder if you'll show any favoritism. For example, if one of them is your friend, will you intentionally go easy on him?"
"That's why you're staying. So my conscience can be clear," Jiang Xinghai said.
"I—I'm not here to supervise you," Shen Lingyin hurriedly explained.
"Then what brings you here to see me, Lingyin?" Of course, Jiang Xinghai knew she wasn't here to supervise him. He finally broached the subject, turning the question back on her.
