22 Chapter 22: Inner Strength

Jasmine, despite being a woman with a lighter bodyweight, used this move to exploit the opponent's imbalance.

Even against average-sized men like Ning Chuan or even burly men close to two meters tall, she had defeated them before.

"Take this!"

Jasmine shouted delicately, hanging upside down on Ning Chuan's back.

Her legs locked around Ning Chuan's neck, while her hands attacked his lower body.

However, Ning Chuan was no ordinary person. He stood still like a loose tree.

Jasmine exerted her strength several times, but she couldn't budge Ning Chuan in the slightest!

Ning Chuan raised his hand in front of his chest and grabbed Jasmine's ankles.

With a stretching motion, he pulled his hands apart, causing Jasmine to lose her grip, and her legs were forced apart.

Then, Ning Chuan grabbed Jasmine's legs and swung her forward.

Thud!

Jasmine flew out like a broken kite, crashing into the wall.

But Jasmine's agile body adjusted in mid-air like a cat. Before hitting the wall, she changed her posture, landing both hands and feet firmly on the wall.

The next second, using the recoil from the impact, Jasmine's hands and feet pushed against the wall simultaneously. Her entire body compressed like a stretched spring and shot towards Ning Chuan once again.

Simultaneously, she threw a punch like an arrow, aiming at Ning Chuan's chest.

"Huh?"

Ning Chuan exclaimed again and lightly countered with a punch as Jasmine shot towards him.

His fist was infused with inner strength.

Boom!

A muffled sound resonated as Ning Chuan's body shook.

Jasmine, on the other hand, flew out three to four meters away but landed steadily on her feet. Although her face rapidly turned red, she maintained her composure, ready to continue the fight, albeit with a more serious expression.

"Sister, you should leave. I'm no match for him," Jasmine said without turning her head, her tone serious.

"What? Jasmine, even... even you can't defeat him?" Tang Yuechan exclaimed in surprise.

She could understand if Abiao couldn't defeat Ning Chuan earlier since Abiao was just an ordinary bodyguard.

But Jasmine was one of the strongest bodyguards in the family she even had real martial arts skills!

But even she couldn't defeat Ning Chuan?

"Alright, stop fighting. Jasmine, let me introduce you. This is the head of the security department in my company and also my bodyguard and driver, Ning Chuan."

"Ning Chuan, this is Jasmine, a top-level bodyguard from the Yuechan family."

"You've already met, so let's not fight anymore!"

"Jasmine, Ning Chuan has no ill intentions towards your sister."

At this moment, Qin Shiyun quickly stepped forward to mediate and defuse the situation.

Jasmine had previously been around Tang Yuechan, so she naturally recognized Qin Shiyun.

Hearing Qin Shiyun's words, Jasmine squinted her eyes and looked at Ning Chuan. Indeed, she didn't sense any killing intent from him.

"Jasmine, let it go. Good girls don't fight with bad guys!"

Tang Yuechan had to accept the fact that Jasmine couldn't defeat Ning Chuan and said helplessly.

Jasmine nodded finally, relaxing a bit.

"Not bad, girl. Your name is Jasmine, right? Your skills are impressive. You've already developed a trace of inner strength at your age, which is quite commendable."

Ning Chuan smiled satisfactorily.

This new female bodyguard, Jasmine, whom Tang Yuechan had recently hired, was much more capable than the previous Abiao, despite being a woman.

With this formidable bodyguard Jasmine around, Qin Shiyun could also feel relieved living with Tang Yuechan.

At least, they wouldn't be interrupted like last night when they were about to score a home run with Sophie, only to be interrupted by a phone call.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense about inner strength and external strength. Now you've experienced Jasmine's prowess, right? Although she can't do anything to you, you can't do anything to her either. You two can only call it a draw!"

"So, Qin Shiyun will stay with me tonight, so we don't need your protection anymore. Jasmine will take care of us. Hurry up and leave!"

Tang Yuechan was irritated every time she saw Ning Chuan, but she couldn't do anything about him.

She just wanted him to leave as soon as possible, out of sight, out of mind.

"Alright, here's my number. If you encounter any trouble you can't handle, call me on this phone."

Ning Chuan casually grabbed a piece of paper, he wrote down his phone number, and handed it to Jasmine.

Then he turned around and walked out of the villa.

Behind him, Qin Shiyun watched his back, maintaining a calm expression on the surface but feeling somewhat puzzled inside.

This guy had repeatedly claimed that he would protect her for a month, right?

Shouldn't that kind of protection be around the clock?

Besides, Tang Yuechan's villa was so big, and there were plenty of empty rooms!

This guy must have only approached her out of necessity for the mission.

In reality, he probably didn't have any good feelings for her, right?

Qin Shiyun thought like this, and coldly hummed in the direction Ning Chuan had disappeared

"Hmph, I don't care!"

Ning Chuan, who had already walked far away, suddenly sneezed and frowned, muttering to himself, "Who's talking bad about me behind my back?"

...

Back in the courtyard, as soon as Ning Chuan entered the gate, a shadow pounced on him.

It was Mu Wanqing, the violent policewoman.

Mu Wanqing rushed to Ning Chuan, grabbed his collar, and pushed him against the wall, asking fiercely, "I'm asking you, this morning, near the sandbag, did you touch my gun?"

It turned out that when Mu Wanqing came back this morning to retrieve her gun, she found that there were no bullets in it during the inspection before a mission.

She was scared to death at that time.

For someone in her position, a gun and its bullets meant something significant, which was self-evident.

The whereabouts of every bullet were recorded and detailed.

If they were lost, there would be a record, and severe consequences could follow, even leading to dismissal.

Luckily, the current mission didn't require her to fire a shot; otherwise, she would have exposed herself.

After finishing work in the afternoon, Mu Wanqing racked her brain, and the only person she came close to in the corner of the yard was Ning Chuan.

"Confess honestly! Did you touch my gun or not?"

Mu Wanqing tightly grabbed Ning Chuan's collar and asked loudly.

"No matter whether I touched it or not, just because of your attitude, I don't want to tell you." Ning Chuan replied calmly.

"Oh, so you did touch it? Hmph, it doesn't matter. I'll search myself!"

Mu Wanqing sneered, using one hand to pin Ning Chuan against the wall while reaching for his clothes with the other, about to search his body.

"You want to search me? It's not that easy." Ning Chuan smirked and made a move.

Mu Wanqing suddenly felt her grip loosen, her vision blurred, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself being pressed against the wall by Ning Chuan.

"Bastard! Let me go!"

Mu Wanqing exclaimed angrily and kicked towards Ning Chuan's lower body.

"You're such an unruly woman, aren't you?"

Ning Chuan tightened his legs, firmly trapping Mu Wanqing's foot. He spoke coldly.

If it were any other man, her kick would have likely rendered them incapable of having descendants.

"I advise you to confess immediately and let me search you otherwise, I'll make you beg for mercy while lying down!"

Mu Wanqing's anger surged even more as her foot was trapped and couldn't move.

"Is that so? Since you're so fond of searching, I'll let you taste what it's like to be searched."

Ning Chuan's voice turned cold as his left hand flipped Mu Wanqing's body, pressing her face against the wall.

His right hand began to move, like a wandering snake, searching Mu Wanqing's body.

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