After working as a mercenary for fifteen years, Chen Xuan was tired of the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife.
After returning to China, he just wants to be a little security guard who eats and waits for death, watching beautiful women walking around every day.
Until that day, a group of men in black rushed into the community.
When the leader saw him, he knelt down with a plop: "Sir, why are you sweeping the floor here? Something big happened at home!"
Chen Xuan sighed and slammed the broom on the ground: "Okay, since we can't hide it, then..."
He raised his head, his eyes suddenly sharp: "Who did it?"
