A short while later, a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of the villa by the artificial lake. The driver was a burly Caucasian man, and a bodyguard in a black suit sat in the passenger seat. Both had bulging waistlines, clearly packing firearms.
Daphne escorted Xia Ruofei out of the villa. She glanced at Tang Haoran, who stood by Xia Ruofei's side, and said, "Mr. Xia, you should leave the little guy here at the farm. After all, it's safer here than on the road."
Xia Ruofei smiled. "It's fine. I'll have him tag along."
As a dignified mid-Stage golden core cultivator facing ordinary people from the secular world, how could Xia Ruofei fail to protect those around him? Furthermore, given Tang Haoran's current cultivation, even if the boy went out alone, an average person wouldn't be a match for him. Even if he ran into the same ambush that had struck Liang Qichao the other day, Tang Haoran could definitely escape unscathed.
