The security guard was extremely nervous, apprehensively watching Jin Tuantuan.
Before Jin Tuantuan could speak, he hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, miss. I didn't know your identity and may have offended you just now."
"Consider it water under the bridge and let me off like a fart."
Jin Tuantuan, hearing such disgusting words, coldly replied, "Let's stick to the rules from before: either you beat me, and I'll go to bed with you."
"Or I kill you, resolving the conflict between us completely."
The butler did not expect Jin Tuantuan to harbor such deadly intent, but considering her identity, it didn't seem so surprising.
Who wouldn't be? Offend a leader of an assassination organization, the outcome surely wouldn't be pleasant.
In the butler's eyes, this small security guard was no match for Jin Tuantuan; there was no need for a contest.
But now, he couldn't interfere with the security guard's fate, leaving him to sort it out himself.
