The security guard uncle had no choice—he'd always been someone in this line of work, and the danger of this job was extremely high.
Back then, when his master retired at forty, he handed this job over to him. From an apprentice to an official employee, the security guard uncle had tasted the sweetness of making big money with ease.
He had no idea that in the second year after his master's retirement, the old man was assassinated by an assassin. Fortunately, before the assassination, his master didn't rat him out.
Now, in his fifties, the security guard uncle was also retiring, and the Zhang in front of him was the final successor.
It wasn't that he didn't want to retire earlier, it was just that he knew very well that every successor would face the same catastrophe.
Besides, anyone who wanted to accept the inheritance had to have a sharp mind.
