I'm a Pork Butcher, So Isn't It Reasonable That I Don't Want to Be a Secret Agent?

High martial arts, play the pig to eat the tiger, absurd comedy, spy thriller full of misunderstandings

My dad is Dragon Nation's legendary Agent 007. As for me,

I just want to keep my head down and become a "Pork Prince" worth hundreds of billions!

Uncle Da Wenxi points a hair dryer at my head and forces me to take on a top-secret S-rank mission: infiltrate the Golden Triangle.

Fine, I'll go. The local black pigs taste pretty good, and labor is cheap, so it's the perfect place to build a slaughterhouse.

When the high-martial-arts drug lord lays a vast net: "Dragon Nation's top agent is here! Activate the berserker serum! Kill him!"

He Zhe activates his absolute-defense chi barrier,

then frantically taps on a calculator amid a hail of bullets:

"Eight thousand per square meter? You mercenaries couldn't buy a place this cheap! You damaged a bag of my imported high-protein pig feed. Pay up!"

With one swift stroke, his family's legendary Invincible Pig-Butchering Blade Technique slices a two-and-a-half-meter mutant berserker into neat slabs of pork belly. The whole crowd falls silent!

Everyone is frantically imagining that I'm playing some grand international spy game,

but I really just want to buy up their territory and get into the fresh-food business!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.