The moment the three elders stood firm, a synchronized sound of footsteps came from behind.
Six guards in light gray uniforms followed steadily, the crisp uniforms making their figures appear even taller, their shoulders straight as a ruler, and the buttons on the cuffs fastened tightly without a wrinkle.
Their steps were so precisely measured as if meticulously calculated, each step making almost identical sounds, without a hint of disorder.
More striking was that the six of them kept their right hands at a fixed position by their waists, elbows slightly bent, fingertips barely two fingers away from their belts.
This was muscle memory formed from years of carrying a gun and maintaining constant vigilance.
Even within the guard range of the Lu Family estate, this ingrained alertness did not slacken in the slightest, silently showcasing that they were far from ordinary security.
