Within minutes, a man in a crisp black suit appeared before Chen Lin.
To be fair, this senior had possessed excellent proportions in life: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. The suit looked almost tailor-made on him. Combined with his face, which was shriveled but still sharply defined, he actually had something of a cold-blooded killer's air.
The only problem was still his eyes.
They were unfocused, all whites, and gave off an eerie, otherworldly chill.
Walking down the street in broad daylight, he could frighten children into tears and give old ladies heart attacks.
Chen Lin rubbed his chin, found a pair of oversized black aviator sunglasses in a drawer, and set them on the puppet's nose.
Now he was perfect.
Black suit, white shirt, black tie, big sunglasses.
Together with that unapproachable aura and total lack of emotion.
A core formation powerhouse had instantly become a top-tier bodyguard in black.
"Come on, let's take you out for a spin."
Satisfied, Chen Lin patted the puppet's shoulder and led him downstairs.
They approached the Bentley Bentayga parked outside the courtyard.
Chen Lin opened the front passenger door and climbed in, then pointed at the driver's seat.
"You. Drive."
The puppet walked stiffly around to the driver's side, opened the door, and sat down.
With Chen Lin's current status and standing, driving himself around every day really was a little beneath him. Song Qiuya and Qin Chuxia both had dedicated drivers. Surely having one himself wasn't excessive?
Besides, this driver was absolutely loyal, needed no salary or room and board, and could turn straight into a human meat grinder in the face of danger. He was the ultimate employee.
The only problem was that he didn't have a driver's license.
But that was fine. Their mental link allowed