The King of Urban Soldiers Is in Qiankun

"Bring me what I saved." "Are you leaving?" Manager Tu was surprised, but soon realized that he had said the wrong thing. "Mr. Kun, I am too talkative." "Don't worry, you have worked hard these days." The slovenly figure stood up, patted Manager Tu's shoulder with a greasy hand, and returned to the room. Half an hour later, the door opened, bringing with it an almost cold atmosphere. A young man with a thin body and sharp features emerged. He had a flat head, sword-shaped eyebrows, and thin but determined lips. What was even more eye-catching were his eyes, which were dark and sharp, as if they could see through people. "Mr. Kun." Manager Tu respectfully handed over a backpack and sighed secretly. Are you really leaving? Three months, only three months, is not enough for this man, the God of Death, to owe enough favors. The God of Killing is the Taoist master's response to Mr. Kun... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.