This Shadow Guard Is Obviously Super Strong but Wants to Retire Too Much

"Su Twelve, this is your thirty-seventh "Request for Retirement" this year." The director of the Shadow Department slapped the rice paper with the pension money calculation pattern on the rosewood table. Across the table, the ace assassin who had just finished the assassination was slowly fiddling with the abacus on his waist with his fingers still stained with blood. Amid the sound of jade jade clinking, his voice was smooth and smooth: "According to Article 5 of Chapter 7 of the "Dayin Secret Guard Rules", if you are over thirty or have accumulated more than one level of merit, please..." "But the rules may not be correct." The director interrupted him and threw out a brand new five hundred taels of silver notes. The face of the note lightly covered the calculated figures. "Young students, you should have some ideas. Take these five hundred taels. Open an escort agency in the south of the city. Use it as a cover. Take some small jobs along the way." Su Ping'an looked at the bank note and then at his blood-stained hands. After a long time, he sighed, put away his abacus, and picked up the banknote. Thus, the history of the most salty assassin in history being forced to establish a brand name began. His goal is: to return to seclusion safely, as soon as possible. But his team is: the oiran who writes the bills, the coach who teaches pretending to be dead, and the number one pick who asks every day, "I don't care if I'm injured or sick." And this is just a very ordinary beginning of all the outrageous things. In this absurd world, they will: Turn the assassination into a "door-to-door" job Use the tea house account book to record secrets of the world Let the leader of the martial arts alliance sign the "no-hands pact" Write down your plans for seclusion in a picture book and hand it to the emperor