Chen Fan, an epic legend in the mercenary world, codename: Reaper.
On his first day back in the country, he had no money to his name and was squatting outside the airport, chewing on a piece of bread.
His fiancée drove over to pick him up. Seeing how shabby he looked, her face turned green. “My dad said you were a big shot? This is what you look like?”
Chen Fan chewed his bread and said nothing.
She sneered. “I’ve met plenty of con men, but you’re the bottom of the barrel.”
Chen Fan pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “I’m at Jiangnan Airport. Ten minutes.”
Ten minutes later, ten black sedans pulled up outside the airport. A group of men in suits climbed out and bowed to Chen Fan at a perfect ninety-degree angle. “Boss, your car is here.”
His fiancée was stunned.
Chen Fan opened the car door and smiled back at her. “Get in. I’ll take you out to eat.”
One more person you can fool.
Very satisfied