I, the gold medal assassin, codenamed "Jinghong", have been in the business for ten years and have never missed a beat. This time the target is Xie Wei, the powerful traitor. The boss said: "This man is cunning and his protection is tight, especially his personal bodyguard. He is a living king of hell who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Be careful." I sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion with careful plans and preparations. Then, I saw the living King of Hell. ... Boss, you didn't say that this living King of Hell has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall and straight posture, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and is so handsome that people and gods are outraged! From then on, my assassination plan began to run in a strange direction. In order to see him, I deliberately exposed my whereabouts and "encountered him by chance" during his patrol; in order to fight with him, I launched "suicide" attacks again and again. After being whipped away by his scabbard, I would cover my heart and say "he is so handsome"; in order to find out his preferences, I bribed the cook of the Prime Minister's Mansion. As a result, I did not remember Xie Wei's dietary preferences, but the guard's habit of not eating green onions was engraved in my DNA. My colleagues couldn't stand it anymore: "Jinghong, if you continue like this, we will be silenced by Party A!" I vowed: "Don't worry, I'm executing a beauty trap!" Until one day, I was captured again by mistake and tied to a chair. The cold guard brother lowered his eyes, gently opened the cuffs of my night clothes with a dagger, and asked in a calm voice, "Whose are you?" And on the main seat, the legendary cunning and vicious powerful official Xie Wei was holding a teacup, smiling like an old fox: "Don't ask, she is mine. Look,
