Late one night, an urgent “save my life” order sent delivery rider Lin Yuan into the deadly predicament of CEO Su Qingxue. Faced with one of Asia’s top assassins, he flicked a finger and shattered a poisoned blade, then lamented the seafood congee that had spilled: “You’re paying for this order.”
Su Qingxue stared at the professional assassins groaning across the floor, her entire worldview collapsing. Trembling, she held out a contract. “Two hundred thousand a month. Be my bodyguard?”
Lin Yuan did the math. “The hourly rate beats food delivery, but you have to feed me.”
He had planned to keep 99.9% of his power sealed, deliver food in peace, rack up five-star reviews, and live an ordinary life. But ever since he took this “part-time job,” everything had gone off the rails:
Qin Yue, deputy captain of the criminal investigation squad, kept watching him like a hawk on instinct;
Ye Qingyu, the discarded daughter of a family of ancient martial artists, felt his pulse and cried, “Where are your meridians?!”
Bai Weiwei, a rookie at the Special Abilities Bureau, listed him as “a walking unsolved mystery”;
Qing Li, the young mistress of the demon clan, tried to bewitch him, only to have her powers suppressed and her faith in herself shaken;
Even Alice, a half-blood girl who had fled from the West, instinctively knew she’d be safest behind him.
The Shadow Pavilion, the Murong family, the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion… factions from every side swarmed in like sharks scenting blood.
Looking at the ever-growing crowd of “troubles” before him, and the “female customers” of every kind at his side, all gazing at him with burning eyes, Lin Yuan sighed and repeated for the Nth time:
“Quiet, everyone. I really am just a food delivery guy.”
“Though I might, at most, save the world on the side.”
