Her Safety

Estelle had been right about one thing: Yan Hao had an army of men at his disposal. More than three dozen men guarded this goddamn mansion around the clock, and I could bet this was only a fracture of his potential. The fucking Triad.

The only good thing was that not all of those guards were well-trained. It was easy to notice the difference in their stance and the slight delay in their reaction whenever they noticed someone was coming. Those untrained, I assumed, had just passed their Triad initiation. Nonetheless, their raw skills were enough to protect the less important floors, staircases, or gardens. The higher floors were left for the elite, hand-picked by Satoh Ryuu.

When Yan Hao introduced him as his right-hand man, I couldn't hide my surprise. I didn't think there were many Japanese in the Chinese Triads, not that Yan Hao nor anyone else mentioned the Triads. Officially, Satoh Ryuu was the COO of Diamond Dragon Entertainment, but he resembled a trained assassin more than a sk