Ao Wuchang

Yves King, hailed as a legendary figure among modern mercenaries and a military king, experiences profound repentance after settling a major grudge. Choosing to heed his late mother's final wish, he embarks on a journey to lead a normal life and embrace an average, ordinary existence.
However, owing to a twist of fate and the consequences of nepotism, Yves finds himself in the employ as a security guard of a chilly female President after inadvertently offending her. To complicate matters, destiny takes another turn as the female President becomes his tenant. The constant role reversals between them ignite intense conflicts and battles. The question lingers: who will emerge victorious in this war between man and woman?
Yet, as Yves aspires for the tranquility of a tree standing still, the relentless winds of life continue to blow. Can he genuinely achieve his wish of being an ordinary person? Will he maintain his peace of mind while observing from the sidelines as beautiful women of diverse identities and styles gather around an ordinary security guard?
The captivating stories behind this security guard, who cherishes leisure, indulges in culinary delights, and whiles away his time awaiting the inevitable, are poised to unfold. Everything awaits your discovery~

Flower City's Twelve Beauties

At this moment, Yves King, who seemed to have been in a deep sleep, suddenly awoke like a roused sleeping lion. His beastly eyes, flashing with a cold light, were suddenly wide open. They shot towards the female assassin like blades. At the same time, he jabbed at her wrist with three fingers, swift as a lightning bolt. With a 'splut' sound, her wrist swung back, a painful tingling sensation causing the blade in her fingers to fly off.


Any regular person encountering such a sudden situation would have been stunned initially. But the female assassin reacted extremely quickly to the change. Her left hand lunged towards Yves King's chest, between her fingers appeared a two-inch long, jet-black, gleaming poison needle.


Her movements were extremely fast, like a poisonous snake striking, it was difficult for the eye to keep up with her speed.


Chapter 377: Surrender_1