Xiao Wu tilted her head to listen, but there was no surprise on her face. Instead, she patted Ning Rongrong's hand reassuringly. "It's all right. Don't be scared."
"It was probably some clueless little thief or spy who wandered near the estate and got 'dealt with' by Jin Wu and the others."
"Oh... I see." Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief, but her understanding of the estate's "security forces" had gained a whole new dimension.
Her eyes rolled as curiosity took hold. "Xiao Wu, just how many of those burly men in golden armor do you have here? They all look so formidable."
"I've been walking around the estate these past few days, and it feels like I see them everywhere. There must be more than twenty."
"Well..."
Xiao Wu hesitated. Since it wasn't exactly a core secret, she lowered her voice and said, "I suppose there's no harm in telling you. The young master has thirty-six Golden Armored Attendants under his command."
"Twenty-four of them take turns standing guard all year round, protecting the estate and keeping watch inside and out."
"As for the remaining twelve... well, they usually have other assignments. I'm 'not entirely sure' what they are." She artfully left it vague.
"Thirty-six..." Ning Rongrong marveled to herself. Every Golden Armored Warrior felt at least as powerful as a Soul Saint, perhaps even stronger.
That kind of force would be formidable anywhere.
Zhao Linchuan's background seemed more unfathomable by the day.
"All right, enough about that. I'm going to the main hall to report a few things to the young master. If you're interested, or you've got nothing else to do, come along." Xiao Wu ended the topic and continued on her way.
Ning Rongrong hurried after her. She didn't want to be left alone.