Lu Chen, codenamed "Lone Wolf", is the sharpest knife of modern special forces.
In his last mission, he was surrounded by sixty armed men in the forest. When he ran out of ammunition and food, he tightened his grip on the glorious bullet in his waist - he would rather be shattered into pieces than surrender.
Gunshots fired. People die. Soul penetration.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a poor scholar in the Great Yan Dynasty. His family was impoverished, his parents died tragically at the hands of bandits, his sister was so skinny and skinny, and there were bullies outside the door demanding debts.
The original owner went to complain, but was carried back with broken bones.
Lu Chen took a look at his situation - three ribs were broken, and only a piece of tattered clothes was left on him.
He smiled.
This is far worse than being surrounded by sixty people on the top of a mountain.
When the Zhou family bully stood in front of him with a knife, everyone thought the scholar was dead.
Until Lu Chen got up from the bed, took out the dagger from the other party's waist, put it against his throat, and asked softly:
"My father and my mother's two lives, how much are they worth?"
That day, everyone knew one thing——
This scholar has killed people.
And there's more than one.
