My name is Ren Huan!!
I'm a professional assassin!!
I've taken no fewer than eight hundred lives.
Unfortunately, every client was in a hurry, but none of them was willing to pay me extra.
"Fuck, another forty-nine-yuan job!!"
Ren Huan walked out of the pharmacy in a yellow delivery uniform, carrying an unopened box of Child's Fart Pills.
Just then, his gaze was drawn to the giant screen on the street. It showed wanted posters for a monk and a Daoist, issued by the Dragon King Group.
The posters said that anyone who reported the two would receive a reward of two hundred thousand spirit stones. Anyone who killed or captured them alive would receive five million spirit stones.
"Five million spirit stones!!"
Ren Huan stared at the wanted posters, envy filling his eyes.
Although he'd often dreamed since childhood of being a professional assassin, the cultivation resources in this world were monopolized by the rich. He was an ordinary man with no connections or backing; no matter how great his talent, he couldn't become an outstanding assassin. He could only make a meager living delivering takeout.
"Delivery guy, how much longer until my medicine gets here!?"
"Right away, right away! It'll be there soon!!"
Hearing the voice message on his phone, Ren Huan hurriedly hopped on his electric scooter to go be an assassin.
But just as he was about to set off, he spotted a gleaming bald head. It belonged to a lecherous-looking monk whose eyes kept roaming over the young women passing by. Beside him was a sleazy man who kept whistling and winking at them.
Though they'd changed into different clothes, Ren Huan recognized them at a glance. They were the Daoist and monk from the wanted posters.
The monk was called Master San Nong!!
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