On the Day I Retired, the Chief Begged Me to Take Command of the Dragon Squad!

The retirement ceremony for Xiao Beichen, the War God of the Northern Frontier, was painfully quiet, with only Lone Eagle by his side.

On his first day blending into the city as a security guard, he was ostracized by his snobbish coworkers for dressing shabbily.

In a dark alley late at night, he took down ten underground assassins with a flick of his finger, only to be reprimanded by the security team leader for being late and docked pay.

Then one day, the enemy nation's most powerful forbidden weapon went out of control and hurtled toward the city, instantly crippling the country's entire defense system.

Amid the panic gripping the city, several armed helicopters landed in front of the security booth. An elderly commander with white hair stepped out, trembling. As everyone watched in shock, he dropped to his knees with a thud. “Beichen, the Dragon Group is on the brink of disaster. This country needs you!”

Xiao Beichen looked at the fireball falling outside the window and replied calmly, “Five minutes. Make me some tea.”