Speaking of my previous life, although it was only a short period of 20 years, it was quite exciting and full of ups and downs. I ran away from home at the age of fourteen and have never returned home. I worked as a mercenary and was a mercenary. In order to avenge Mo, I became a righteous people's policeman. When my old man and that vixen heard the news of my death, they didn't know whether they would fire off cannons or squeeze out a tear of sadness. After all, I have really failed as a human being. Will anyone attend my funeral? There should be a lot of them. After all, if you have many enemies, there will always be a few to cheer you up...