He had been a security guard for three years, and everyone thought he was a loser.
Wearing an old security uniform every day, he rides a broken electric scooter to pick up and drop off his daughter, and he doesn't say a word when people point at his nose and call him "poor guy".
Until that day, my daughter was bullied at school.
The person who bullied her said, "Your dad is a security guard. Do you deserve to sit with me?"
That night, a black Mercedes-Benz parked in front of him.
The people who got off the car shouted respectfully:
"Boss, all the brothers are waiting for a word from you."
Three years ago, he was a feared "shadow" abroad.
Five of the seven brothers died, and he has never forgotten the blood debt.
Now the creditors are coming.
And his daughter was bullied.
Security guard? Mars? He doesn't care.
There's only one thing he cares about -
"My daughter said that she wants to read the book written by her father."
