Retired special forces soldier Ye Fan found a job as a security guard and just wanted to live quietly.
In the eyes of colleagues, Xiaoye is: honest, hard-working, and not talkative.
Ye Fan in the eyes of aliens: the walking causal weapon, the guardian of the third spiral arm, and the guardian of the end.
On the third day of work, a hole opened in the sky above the factory.
Ye Fan put on his security hat and walked in the dangerous direction.
Behind him, on his wrinkled armband, the word "security" was burning into the outline of the Milky Way.
In fact, he just wanted to ask those aliens:
"If you are not a member of our factory, please register."
