Huang Yuxuan stood at the door of the Lin Group's security department, holding the employment notice in his hand, his palms all sweaty.
It's not that he's scared, he's just pretending.
He deliberately put some glycerin on his palms before arriving, just to make him appear nervous when shaking hands. He had practiced this move eight hundred times during the training camp. The teacher taught him this - a qualified killer must first be a qualified actor.
"Yes, it's me." Huang Yuxuan's voice was soft and waxy. With his fair face, he looked like a college student who had just left school.
The head of the security department, whose surname is Sun, is in his early forties. The ring of flesh on his belly is so stretched that the buttons of his shirt are about to burst. Manager Sun looked him up and down, his brows furrowed enough to kill a fly.
