My name is Lin Feng, a cleaner at Jinding International.
Today, my ex-wife remarried and I came to mop the floor.
The wedding was in full swing when a retired veteran suddenly rushed in and knelt down on my wet floor with tears in his eyes:
"Dragon Tooth God of War! Why are you... Washing the toilet?!"
The whole place was dead silent. The ring in the ex-husband's hand fell to the ground.
My ex-wife turned pale and asked me where I had been all these years.
I said: join the army, retire, and find a job. You continue.
That night, the door of the ten-square-meter partitioned room I rented was filled with secret messages——
Dragon Soul of Daxia: "The position of national scholar has been vacant for five years, please return the God of War."
Nether Palace: "Palace Master, brothers' swords are getting rusty."
Oracle of North America: "Dear Dragon Ya, can you not pay back the last debt?"
European Temple: "Please stop mopping the floor, we are afraid."
I folded the letter into a paper airplane and threw it out of the window.
No rush. The mother has not been found yet, and the enemy is not yet dead.
The blood in this city has not been wiped clean yet.
