"Okay, thank you for your efforts," Bill Bragg was still quite satisfied with their speed. He smiled and nodded slightly, his demeanor as calm and untroubled as if the recent events hadn't affected him at all. Picking a car at random, he said, "I'll ride in this one for the next few days. I've heard that my luck isn't very good today, so I'd like to be on the safe side."
"No way," the bodyguard shook his head: "Those are just tricks to deceive people; your luck has always been good, young master. Especially under our protection, not even a fly could get close to you!"
"That's good to hear," Bill Bragg was very affirmative of the head bodyguard's actions, "Now I won't have any more concerns about safety."
Everybody then got ready to get into the vehicle.
Despite a minor hiccup, Bill Bragg came out without a scratch, which really felt to Zhao Zhenhao and the others like hitting cotton with all their might.
