Meng Chen has retired. The world's number-one assassin, he now has a hundred million dollars and a lifetime of killing skills.
He buys five apartment buildings in the old district and just wants to be an utterly ordinary landlord.
But these tenants are impossible to handle!
A beautiful streamer is being stalked by an obsessive fan?
Meng Chen: “Don’t panic. I’ve set up crossfire positions within a two-kilometer radius... I mean, security cameras.”
The old guy next door has a burst water pipe?
Meng Chen: “Based on the structural mechanics and the pattern of water damage, the blast site... I mean, the repair site is on the east side of the third floor.”
He even goes to the supermarket to grab discounted eggs.
Using blind spots and tactical footwork, he makes it through a hundred-person crowd without a scratch and walks off with the last carton.
The policewoman who rents from him: “Mr. Meng, doesn’t that pair of ‘scissors’ in your home look exactly like a triangular bayonet?”
Meng Chen: “As a landlord, it’s perfectly reasonable to carry a demolition tool around, isn’t it?”
