Bodyguard of the King of Hell

His name is Lu Chenfeng, and he is the sharpest knife in Long Yuan. The knife has no name, no identity, no past - only a mission. In ten years, he pulled out thirty-seven "nails" for the country, traveled to 16 war-torn areas around the world, and the blood on his hands could stain half a river red. The international underworld gave him the nickname "King of Hell" - anyone who encounters him is equivalent to checking his name in the book of life and death. Until the master died. Before he died, the old man thrust a yellowed photo into his hand. In the photo, a little girl with pigtails smiled heartlessly. "She is my daughter... Protect her for me..." Lu Chenfeng took off his military uniform, hid the medals and scars in his sleeves, and came to Jianghai City. He applied for a job as a security guard for the Su Group, with a monthly salary of eight thousand, including food and accommodation. No one knew that this young man squatting at the door and feeding stray cats once slaughtered a stronghold of overseas mercenaries by himself. No one knew that his smiling hands could break a person's neck in three seconds. No one knew that he came back here not just to repay his kindness - the master's death was not that simple. There is a big fish hidden under the water in Jianghai City. And Lu Chenfeng never fished. He just flipped the table. President Bingshan thought he was here to be a bodyguard, but later found out that he was here to support her. The beautiful policewoman thought he was here to be an undercover agent, but later found out that he was more ruthless than the entire police force combined. Doctor Wen Wen thought he was here to recuperate, but later discovered that every scar on his body was a reminder of someone else's death.