The slicked-back hair man and his six underlings, who had been single-handedly intimidated by Duan Yu, were taken away by armed police officers who arrived shortly after.
Afterward, Duan Yu frankly revealed her identity to Yan Feifan.
She was an armed guard for a certain high-ranking official and had been ordered to protect Yan Feifan.
"My sister and I had a similar guess about your identity. I can't believe we were actually right."
Yan Feifan couldn't help but glance again at the small of Duan Yu's back where she hid her weapon. He asked expectantly in a low voice, "Hey, Duan Yu, when you're working with me from now on, will you be carrying that weapon with you?"
Duan Yu mused, "Probably not."
"Your rank and level of importance aren't high enough. Most importantly, any danger you're likely to encounter can be resolved without a gun."
"But that's just my guess!"
After a pause, she added, "I have to go back tonight for a formal handover. It'll only be confirmed then."
