I Am a Security Guard from China

At three o'clock in the morning in the electronics factory workshop, Qin Feng's blood-stained fist crushed the gears of fate. When the sick Yangzi, who was so thin that he could be blown away by the night wind, knocked away the two-hundred-pound workshop director with one punch, the ancient totem flowing in his blood glowed with a dark golden light in the surveillance camera. He is a struggling ant in the slums, a poor man who secretly feeds glucose for his sister's eye disease, and he is also the humanoid incinerator that the ancient parasitic black ghost encountered when he was trying to steal his body. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.