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by the way.

Posting tasks and accepting tasks on the ground network need to be reviewed, that is to say, everyone can accept this task, but who will be assigned to it in the end, the ground network will decide based on the overall strength of the killer and the success rate of previous tasks .

The first is comprehensive strength, which has many aspects, such as the killer's strength, wisdom, and time-consuming to complete the task.

It is impossible for the weak to compete against the strong.

The second is the success rate of previous missions. If you fail once, even if you survive, it will be difficult to receive missions again on the ground network.

"How come it doesn't matter?"

Park Zhengxian sneered, "You are going to work as a bodyguard in Xiaguo. If you don't even understand Xiaguo culture, how can you guarantee that you are qualified for this job?"

"First of all, there is a problem with the communication between you and the employer. You can't understand what the employer wants to do, and how to protect the employer's family."

"Have you ever read Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

"Do you know what Tiaohulishan is?"

"If the killer is a person who is familiar with Sun Tzu's art of war, even if you are the king of guns, it is useless, because you have already been lured away by the killer."

James: "Mr. Park, it's not that I don't understand Xia Guo culture at all. I have played King of Glory, and I know how to eat big profits and eat chicken tonight."

Park Zhengxian disdained: "Mr. James, are you sure you are not joking? If you can master the culture of Xiaguo from the game, what kind of Confucius Institute is there?"

James: "Mr. Park, from what you're saying, it seems that you have a good understanding of Xia Guo culture?"

Park Zhengxian replied with a little satisfaction: "I don't understand it, I just read a few articles about Sun Tzu's Art of War. So, Mr. James, you are really not suitable for this mission. I think you should quit!"

Others couldn't express their surprise when they saw this.

"My day, Mr. Park actually read Sun Tzu's Art of War. No wonder he was able to make Cheong Wa Mansion one of the safest countries in Asia."

"It turns out that Xia Guo's grandson's art of war is so insidious, he can transfer bodyguards away from his employer, and then calmly kill people. This is not about martial ethics!"

"Hey, upstairs, this is called soldiers are not tired of deceit, understand? Forget it, why tell so much to a person who doesn't understand Sun Tzu's art of war!"

"Is Sun Tzu's Art of War so good? I don't understand the culture of the Xia Kingdom. Is there any crash course?"

"I'm planning to sign up at the Confucius Institute, is anyone with me?"

"Who do you think Mr. James or Mr. Park is more likely to take on this task?"

"I think it's Mr. Park, he is a gold medal guard, even Taishan was knocked down with a single punch."

"I think Mr. James has greater hope. Now it's not about whoever has the biggest fist. The era of cold weapons is over. Now we are talking about marksmanship and body skills."

James ignored the group of people, and he replied indifferently: "Mr. Park, thank you for your guidance. I have memorized Sun Tzu's Art of War, but it doesn't matter whether you withdraw or not, or we may not be selected!"

Park Jung Hyun smiled: "Do you think there will be someone more suitable than us?"

As soon as this passage was sent out, the top task turned gray.

This means that the task has been dispatched.

All the killers on the ground network were stunned.

"Damn it, the task is assigned!"

"Mr. Park, did you receive it?"

"Mr. James, did you receive it?"

Both James and Park Jung-hyun also looked confused.

The task was assigned, why didn't I receive the notification?

The two quickly clicked on the task details page at the top of the list, looked at the column of task executors, and then froze.

"Who is Jin Chan?"

This is almost their first thought.

The task executor column shows an account named "Jinchan".

However, they knew nothing about this golden cicada.

Not only are they unclear, but there are also big question marks on the heads of other killers or bodyguards in the underground network.

"Someone who knows about Jin Chan said something!"

"I don't know. I think this person is certified as a killer, but I know all the top 1 killers on the killer list. Except for No.[-], which is more mysterious, there is no killer named Jinchan at all."

"Hey, it's interesting. An unknown killer received a bodyguard mission, and actually went on to kill two gold-medal bodyguards like James and Park Zhengxian. Are you sure there is no internal transaction?"

"Staff of the ground network, don't you plan to come out and explain something?"

"Fuck the killer, I should have known that I would sign up too."

"..."

Everyone was very puzzled.

James and Park Jung-hyun are real bodyguards. Maybe they are not as good as some of the top killers on the killer list, but they are definitely top in the field of bodyguards.

But now, the two most promising people to take on this task have been eliminated.

While they were puzzled, they were also full of curiosity about this golden cicada.

For a while, the Internet was talking about this person named "Jin Chan".

……

the other side.

Not long after Jiang Chen exited the live broadcast room, Song Wanru also ended the live broadcast.

After a short period of mood swings, she felt a little lost in her heart.

Ogawa didn't watch his live broadcast...

But he promised me, how can he go back on his word?
Does he really not care about me at all?
Song Wanru gritted her white teeth lightly, her red lips were as beautiful as blood, and she felt a little unwilling.

She looked at herself in the mirror, with an oval face, a small and exquisite nose, a cherry-like mouth, fair skin, and eyebrows as far away as mountains, even she couldn't help but want to have a look at her.

Who can not be tempted by such a beauty?
Who can bear to refuse such a beauty?
But Ogawa's father...

Ugh!
Maybe he was afraid that his daughter would be wronged!

He is so kind to his daughter and loves her more than his own life, so he must think so.

It seems that I need to work harder in the future, only in this way can I dispel his worries.

The next day.

Just as Jiang Chen got up, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, who would come over so early?
landlord?

He walked over to open the door and found that it was Song Wanru, holding a pot of porridge with a dish of side dishes and some steamed buns on it.

The pot was still steaming hot, obviously it was picked up just now.

"Father Xiaochuan, let's have breakfast!"

Song Wanru quickly put the porridge on the table, then pinched her earlobe with two fingers.

It was visible to the naked eye that her fingers had been burned red and even blistered, which was enough to show how hot her hands were.

Jiang Chen was a little helpless.

"Miss Song, in fact, you can eat by yourself, don't worry about us!"

Generally, Jiang Chen would get up to make breakfast by himself, and occasionally, if it was too late, he would take his daughter out to eat, and then send it directly to school.

Song Wanru rubbed her hands together and explained: "Father Xiaochuan, I can't eat this alone. It's not like you don't know that I don't eat leftovers. It would be a pity to waste them!"

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