The Fake-Meek Bartender Gets Coerced into Working for a Mad Young Master

"Ten million to buy twenty-four hours of your personal protection."

In a dim booth at a top luxury bar, Sheng Jingyuan, Jiangcheng's most notorious, unhinged young heir to a financial empire, slapped a black card against the chest of the bartender in a cheap vest.

Huo Wenye lowered his eyes and expertly mixed a martini, hiding the murderous intent and helplessness in his gaze. "Young Master, I'm just a bartender. I can't take a bullet for you."

Seven years ago, he was the top fighting champion who ruled the underground black market. He died without a trace in an explosion while trying to save the young master from the depths of misery.

Seven years later, all he wanted was to be a lazy bartender in the lower district, living off the bare minimum and waiting to die.

But the head of the Sheng family, rumored to be brutal and cold-blooded, clung to him like a wolf that had caught the scent of blood, refusing to let him go.

To evade the people hunting him, Huo Wenye was forced to sign a bodyguard contract.

By day, he was a lowly bodyguard, ordered around by the young master and made to take bullets and knives for him.

By night, he was a possession pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of a presidential suite, forced to endure scorching breaths.

Then came the night of the sensational attempted assassination that rocked Jiangcheng's wealthy families.

Watching Sheng Jingyuan cornered by dozens of assassins, Huo Wenye sighed and pulled off his tie, wrapping it around his hand.

Three minutes later, the ground was covered with groaning men.

Covered in blood, Sheng Jingyuan stepped on an assassin's head. His eyes were bloodshot as he pressed a sharp dagger to Huo Wenye's throat, his voice trembling like a madman's. "Brother, was it fun pretending not to know me?"