"Ye Qiu, a bodyguard?" Qin Lang tore up the photo in his hands and imprinted the person's face into his mind.
Worldly affairs originally had nothing to do with him. As a martial artist, he belonged to the martial arts circle. Although Qin Lang's reputation in the martial arts world was not good, not everyone could touch him. Anyone who wanted to provoke him had to endure his fierce retribution.
Although the name Ye Qiu sounded somewhat familiar, he wondered whether it was the same Ye Qiu who had recently made a name for himself in the martial arts world. However, he didn't care about that at the moment because Wang Zifeng had given him enough money.
As long as he was paid, he could do anything for his employer.
The rules of the martial arts world were for those old fossils. He, Qin Lang, didn't care about any rules. As long as it satisfied him, he could break any rule.
