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Beauty and The Bodyguard

When an S-class elite, assassin-raised captain of a special ops suicide squad comes home from a high-stakes Africa mission, he finds himself offered something that could potentially set him up for life- a curious assignment that he could use to finally exit his days of war and slaughter. Then placed into a high-school setting, Lin Yi is tasked by the chairman of a top-tier multi-billion company with bodyguard duty for non-other than his own daughter, a certain little Miss of said high-school. His enemies, once ranging from drug lords, mafia bosses, political figures, and national leaders, are soon replaced with spoiled kids who happen to have rich papas and mamas, and Lin Yi finds his intense expertise and high-threat skillset misused and very underwhelmed... But he does get a harem cast as diverse as his old enemies, so Lin Yi decides that, for the sake of messing around with girls as an invincible entity in a down-leveled environment, leaving his bloody and death-filled war days behind is something he'd definitely want to strive for.

Fishman The Second · Urbano
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11506 Chs

Jumping into the fire pit together

"Just you wait," Qiu mingchong left in a hurry after squeezing out these three words. It was obvious that he had gone to ask for instructions from the higher-ups of the sect. "The sect master said that since you said that you gave the spiritual grass to Bing Wuqing, we can believe you. But to prove your sincerity, I hope you can write a letter to call Bing Wuqing over. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Alright," he said. "Okay!" Lin Yi agreed without hesitation. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter on the table. There wasn't anything special about it, and he didn't mention anything about the spirit sense grass either. He just wanted Bing Wuqing to come over to the spirit leaf sect. After he finished writing, he would leave it at the door for Qiu Ming to rush in and take it.

When the metal door was closed once again, Duanmu Yu could not help but ask in doubt."Why did you really write it?"