Tang Qian was a forty-one-year-old Swarm Chosen One.

He was a mercenary from the Central Lands, a gold-medal service provider for Didi Beatdown, a rentable bodyguard with only a forty-one percent positive rating on the Wasteland Assembly, a runner-up in the fourteenth Northern Thousand Islands Competitive Eating Championship, a silver card member of the Red Phoenix Nightclub, and, on top of all that, a sovereign Chosen One of the Swarm Path.

The names he commonly used included Tom, Jerry, Smith, Nakanojo, John Wang, Honest Chen, Yu Qiang, and many others. He used a different name for every job. For him, that was simply standard practice.

His combat strength was unknown. Against the weak, he slacked off. Against the strong, he played dead. With an entire lineage of ancestors packed into his body, he was the rare kind of man who could feed the whole family simply by feeding himself.

Unlike the terrifying three-headed, six-armed form of Asura at its peak, Tom had only one head and two arms at the moment. He stood there utterly bewildered, looking like a complete idiot as he struggled to understand the situation.

What had happened? Where was the enemy? Who the hell was he? How had the person he had been hired to protect ended up sprawled in a pool of blood while he took a dump? 

Even more unexpectedly, he had run into an old acquaintance in a godforsaken place like Spring City.

What the hell are they doing here?!

Still reeling from the shock, he looked at the corpse on the floor, then at Ji Jue, then back at the corpse. Vigilant,...