At this moment, the mysterious man in front of her is exactly the strong man she needs!

Qiu Yiren is a business elite...and even a counselor. When she meets a powerful and terrifying figure, she doesn't want to miss him, so she tries to recruit him.

Chen Zongheng glanced at her coldly, "You're so brave... I'll give you a chance to leave before I want to kill anyone."

How ignorant is this woman in front of her? How dare she let the ‘God of Death’, who is feared all over the world, act as her security guard? It’s simply

Wishful thinking and audacity!

Qiu Yiren bit her red lips tightly, not wanting to give up, "What kind of treatment do you want? As long as you ask, I will be satisfied."

She doesn't want to give up on this mysterious strong man. Qiu Yiren is thirsty for talents and urgently needs a strong man with terrifying skills to be by her side. She doesn't care whether the other person's identity is good or evil. The only thing she needs at this time...is to keep herself safe.

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The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth raised a cold and mocking arc... Treatment?

Who in the world dares to hire the God of Death? And which organization... can afford to pay him the commission of the God of Death?

Three years ago, the Dubai royal family was willing to pay a sky-high price of one billion U.S. dollars... and beg the god of death to take action.

As a result, he was coldly and mercilessly rejected by Chen Zongheng.

How can the name of the God of Death be hired with just money?

What's more, Chen Zongheng doesn't care about money at all. There is an unimaginable amount of money stored in his secret Chinese bank account.

"You can't afford what I want." Chen Zongheng's voice was cold and his eyes glanced at Qiu Yiren.

Qiu Yiren's heart trembled suddenly... At this moment, she seemed to see the breath of death!
Chapter completed!