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The Most Powerful Bodyguard-Chapter 817: Was I Just Looked Down On?
"Haha! You really have confidence in me!"
"But I have a lot of confidence in myself too. How about it? Want to come and take a look with me tonight?"
As the saying goes, a confident woman is the most beautiful.
Faced with Zhou Hanyun like this, how could Yang Yan say no?
The banquet was held at the most exclusive private club in the Hamantton District.
Those attending were all influential elites, either rich or noble.
Looking at the parking area filled with luxury cars, Yang Yan suddenly felt that the Mercedes-Maybach he was in felt inferior.
"Whoa, seriously? It's just a banquet, isn't this a bit too much?"
"Look at these cars, not a single one is under 3 million Huaxia Coin. Have Americans become this affluent?"
Yang Yan asked in confusion as he gazed at the opulent supercars before him.
"The kind of car matches the event!"
Zhou Hanyun smiled softly and explained:
"Don't be fooled by the number of luxury supercars here; it's because today's event is a jewelry exchange.
"If it were hosting another type of business event, there definitely wouldn't be so many supercars."
"After all, jewelry itself is a luxury, and these people just want to display their taste."
For such a banquet, Zhou Hanyun was naturally quite familiar.
Even though she hadn't attended such extravagant gatherings before meeting Yang Yan, it didn't stop her from learning about them.
"I really don't get it, isn't it just buying some precious stones? These guys really have a flair for new trends."
Yang Yan chuckled dismissively.
Zhou Hanyun pretended not to hear that and led him straight inside.
As they approached the banquet entrance amidst "everyone's attention," Yang Yan and Zhou Hanyun stepped out of their car.
Here, coming in a Mercedes-Maybach made them stand out.
Of course, it wasn't that the Mercedes-Maybach was inadequate; it was just not quite fitting for this occasion.
Seeing the gazes from the crowd, Yang Yan frowned slightly.
He really didn't care what others thought.
After all, how others see you is their business.
But with Zhou Hanyun around, it was different.
No man in the world would want to be looked down upon in front of their woman.
As Yang Yan was about to say something, Zhou Hanyun spoke first.
"Where's Christina? Wasn't she supposed to meet us here at this time?"
Yang Yan asked curiously:
"I was just about to ask you, why didn't Christina come with us?"
Zhou Hanyun explained:
"She said she needed to pick up something and told me to inform you to meet here at this time."
Clearly, even Zhou Hanyun wasn't sure about Christina's whereabouts. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Following Christina's instructions to meet here was enough for her, without asking more.
"Should we wait for her here? She should arrive soon."
After thinking for a while, Zhou Hanyun said to Yang Yan.
Just as she planned to wait here with Yang Yan, her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw it was a call from Christina.
After a brief conversation with Christina, Zhou Hanyun laughed.
"Let's go. She said it'll take a while, and we should go in first."
Zhou Hanyun said.
Seeing her mysterious demeanor, Yang Yan refrained from inquiring further about their plans, and followed her towards the entrance.
"Hello, may I see your invitation cards, please?"
At the doorway stood two staff members in charge of greeting guests.
But their main job was actually to check the invitations of those entering.
As a high-end occasion, the attendees were always of high status.
So it's not surprising some unrelated people might try to sneak in to make connections.
Therefore, staff at the door would meticulously check each invitation.
If they found someone without an invitation, security would swiftly show them "elegantly" out.
After a brief check, Yang Yan and Zhou Hanyun entered without issue.
Looking at the luxurious decor and the crowded dance floor, Yang Yan smirked derisively.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Hanyun asked softly, glancing at Yang Yan.
She had clearly noticed Yang Yan's recent motions.
Knowing his character, she understood he wouldn't be the least bit envious of the luxury here, so she asked.
"Nothing really, just wondering if all wealthy parties are like this? As if they want to engrave 'I'm rich' on every pillar."
Yang Yan said with a smile.
At his teasing remark, Zhou Hanyun couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as she was about to discuss more with Yang Yan, a man nearby started speaking.
"Haha, just a frog in the well; do you even know what you're saying?"
"Here, both the décor and service are world-class, even top-notch in the entire United States. Ignorant fool."
The man said, glancing at Yang Yan with disdain, then walked directly into the center of the ballroom.
Not even giving Yang Yan a chance to retort.
"Damn... did I just get looked down upon?"
Yang Yan widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Yes, you were looked down upon. He looked at you as if you were a clown."
"So, do you want me to teach him a lesson? I know that guy."
While feeling frustrated, Yang Yan heard a more irritating voice beside him.
"I have to say, you really do appear everywhere, huh?"
"Why aren't you with Ao Tian and the others meddling in those things; what brings you here?"
Yang Yan asked Kashu, frowning.
"Sigh! Couldn't come up with anything!"
Kashu sighed and said:
"And that thing, though interesting, is nowhere near as fun as seeing the legendary Moonlight embarrassing himself in front of ordinary people!"
Hearing Kashu, Yang Yan realized this guy had probably been here for a while.
However, he couldn't understand how someone holding the important position of the Zodiac Temples' Scorpio was idly loafing around.
Watching this guy continually mingling around single women, Yang Yan had to admire him.
Even though he had several women around him, Yang Yan never actively flirted with ladies.
He preferred being the one being flirted with.
"Do you know that guy?"
Next to him, Zhou Hanyun asked Yang Yan.
Zhou Hanyun had seen Kashu before.
However, Kashu back then was very different from the elegant gentleman now.
Naturally, Zhou Hanyun couldn't recognize him.







