When Zhao Bin, the "God of War against Buildings who Earned 3,000 RMB a Day," collapsed at the construction site, he was still holding the ALS diagnosis certificate in his hand. This king of special forces who was once forced to retire because he offended the powerful had his final dignity swallowed up by his frozen muscles.
A mysterious email suddenly popped up late at night: [This is a chance]
In the dark space, an AI female voice announced: "Complete the mission and rewrite the death countdown; fail, and the death penalty will be executed immediately."
When the muscle memory made of steel and concrete collapsed in the illness, he pressed "yes" with red eyes. When I opened my eyes again, the mottled corridor turned into a bloody battlefield. The backbone carrying the sandbags had to hold up the last scorching sun - this time it was not the cement that had to be carried, but the book of life and death written off by the King of Hell!
