During the day, I am a Chinese philanthropist admired by thousands of people; at night, I am the ghost of Los Angeles who wears Zhang Fei's facial makeup and uses a different dimension to collect garbage.
Gunfire, beauties, and gangster games are my daily life.
I thought I would always be "enjoyed" like this until an organization called "Gardeners" came to my door.
Not only did they know all my secrets, they also tried to use me as a guinea pig.
The cool policewoman is my inseparable partner, the pornographic forensic doctor is my technical support, and the underworld princess has a soft spot for me.
Want to touch my person? Have you asked about the gun in my hand and that fierce facial makeup?
This book is also known as: "I Wear Zhang Fei's Mask in America", "This Vigilante Is Too Prodigal", "My Space Will Only Kill People Without Upgrading".
