Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

"Yes, no spoon." The bodyguard nodded in agreement.

Yan An, “…”

She went to the hospital instead, thinking maybe she could sign another confidentiality agreement or something.

Although she felt that there was no such thing as a leak, someone who understood the situation would find out sooner or later, just like Zhao Mingzhao.

If he wants to investigate, wouldn't it be easy to find the family abroad?

……

In fact, there are still some people who are outside the situation.

Yan An was grabbed by the arm by Zhang Shuyu, who was hiding outside the ward in a somewhat sneaky manner.

Then her outstretched hand was caught, and she screamed.

"Who are you? Let go!" She looked at the bodyguard in surprise and suspicion.

Yan An nodded, and the bodyguard finally let go. Zhang Shuyu pinched Yan An's wrist and looked at him in disbelief, "You've grown too powerful to let an outsider hurt me?"

Suddenly she looked carefully at the face of the big guy next to Yan An and realized something.

This man's stern face is exactly the same as those people guarding outside the ward door.

"Mom wants to talk to you, come with me." Zhang Shuyu was about to pull Yan An away, but the big guy stepped forward and blocked her action of pulling Yan An.

Zhang Shuyu suppressed the anger in his stomach and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The bodyguard ignored her and just stared at her coldly.

Yan An said: "Just say it directly."

"It's not very convenient." Zhang Shuyu coughed a few times and blinked.

Yan An said with a hint of meaning, "Actually, it's not convenient for me either."

Zhang Shuyu pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and seemed to understand something before walking away with a twist of his waist in anger.

After a while, Yan An received a message from Zhang Shuyu, asking her if she was being watched and who those people in the ward belonged to.

After Yan An replied that he didn’t know, he showed the information interface to the person lying on the hospital bed.

The person on the hospital bed looked paler than usual, and his lips were even paler.

But he spoke loudly and powerfully.

"Haha, what else can you post in front of me?"

"Should I sign a confidentiality agreement?" Yan An moved the chair outward, as it was too close to the bed.

After she finished moving, she looked up and saw Yan Xichen frowning at her, "Your hand is injured, how can you still be so strong?"

Yan An, "...This chair is very light. You can move it even if you stand up now."

Yan Xichen turned his face away, "Even if there is no agreement for you to sign, Dawson will follow you for a while... and keep an eye on you."

Yan An, "OK."

Since it's temporary, there's no problem.

"Why..." Yan Xichen looked out the window.

Seeing how serious he looked, Yan An listened carefully to what he was saying, but he missed the second half of the sentence.

The second half of the sentence was to let her leave and get checked out so that she wouldn't blackmail him later.

After a series of examinations, Yan An bought a popsicle to cool down.

After eating the popsicle, I felt calm again.

Let Yan Xichen have all kinds of doubts, after all, she is on a mission to save people.

After having lunch with her bodyguard brother Dawson, Yan An finally arrived at a fight club with good ratings that she saw online.

As soon as she entered, the lady at the front desk saw her, gently poured her some water and served her some snacks, and then brought out some projects that Yan An could learn from in their club.

She specifically said that there are special self-defense techniques for women that can be learned, which are more suitable for girls with less strength.

Yan An said that she was very strong, and the receptionist happily praised her.

"I want to improve my reaction ability and physical fitness, and then I want to learn Sanda, mixed martial arts and the like to improve my fighting ability.

Of course, what I want most is to practice Chinese martial arts such as internal power. I don't see any information about them online. I wonder if there are any masters like that. Please recommend one to me. I will not hesitate to pay for the recommendation."

Yan An expressed his demands, the latter part of which was a bit exaggerated and a bit embarrassing.

But what is impossible in the world of novels? After all, she has experienced various terrorist attacks.

The receptionist was amused by her, but remained gentle, "Don't be ridiculous, why don't you try our trial class first, and I'll arrange it for you?"

After hearing her say this, Yan An knew that there was no such thing as martial arts skills that could allow one to fly over eaves and walk on walls.

The trial class was scheduled for the next day, and Yan An arrived early in the morning.

The coach looked at Yan An and decided that today's trial class would be women's self-defense.

There were not many people in the club at this time. Only Coach Yan An and Dawson were in the huge space.

Dawson standing aside with his arms folded gave people a lot of pressure. When the coach demonstrated women's self-defense techniques, she couldn't help but look at him and be wary of him.

The consequence of not concentrating was that the coach came over when Yan An was gesturing, and then he was hit somewhere.

"Ah!" The coach screamed and curled up on the ground.

Yan An was stunned.

After a while, the ambulance came and took the coach away. Yan An explained that it was not intentional. He also watched the surveillance video and found that the accident was indeed caused by the coach's inattention.

But in the surveillance video, Yan An's kick was really...

Several policemen and coaches who were watching the scene couldn't help but feel their lower bodies tighten.

Yan An changed her trial class instructor again. She said that if the instructor taught her well, she would give the instructor a big red envelope as a thank you so that the instructor could focus more.

The coach smiled and made an OK gesture, showing a very professional attitude and explaining the movements to Yan An very seriously.

The students are also very serious. One of them is happy with the teaching and the other is satisfied with the learning.

Everything was fine until the actual practice, when problems arose.

No matter how much Yan An pays attention to his strength, he may accidentally hurt someone because of the force required by the action itself.

In the end, the coach had to leave the field regretfully and was sent to the hospital.

When Yan An wanted to find a coach again, the lady at the front desk told her regretfully that the coaches here were not good enough and could not teach Yan An.

No one had driven the students away, but Yan An was indeed a little special. After all, she had no basic skills and her control over the strength of her moves was relatively poor.

It’s okay to get along with each other normally, but it’s too dangerous for the coaches to learn such powerful offensive moves.

The lady at the front desk kept apologizing, and Yan An was also very sorry.

After the two apologized to each other and said it was okay, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan An paid the medical expenses of two coaches and gave them red envelopes, and then changed clubs.

This time she went to the largest club in Qing City. It was said that a national boxing champion had been born here and it was very famous in the circle.

As soon as Yan An came in, a group of muscular men looked at him.