It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

The group entered the elevator. The doorman whispered among Li Xianyu's ears behind his back. His great-grandmother tried to eavesdrop several times, but Li Xianyu pushed her away by pressing her head down, and then endured her punches and kicks.

The doorman said, "Her name was given to her by the big boss. She used to be a killing machine trained by a cult. Of course, killing machines don't need to have thoughts, they just need to obey. Later, the big boss led his men to destroy that cult, and she was brought back with them."

The doorman recalled his first encounter with Sanwu. She was only fifteen years old then, an unkempt girl with a pretty but dirty face and empty, silent eyes. She followed behind the boss like a delicate puppet.

"She's gotten much better over the years, but she's still not good at socializing. She only remembers people based on their most distinctive features; anything more than that, she can't remember. She also doesn't understand social etiquette at all and often offends people because she's too blunt. She's the company's notorious walking satire machine, and she's incredibly good at drawing hatred. So, you have to be very broad-minded to get along with her; narrow-minded people will be driven crazy by her."

Fortunately, Li Xianyu was broad-minded. He said, "Wait a minute, she called out to me as soon as we met..."

"Maybe she's mistaken about someone else. After all, she's got a screw loose. But let's not talk about that. Let me tell you something else. Sanwu isn't used to teaming up with others. She's an assassin, and assassins always work alone. So when you go on a mission, you must stay by her side. Otherwise, if you turn around and she's gone, you'll be in big danger."

Li Xianyu nodded: "He's just a brainless chargeer who doesn't know how to protect the back row, got it."

While talking to the doorman, Li Xianyu kept an eye on Sanwu's reaction. Her reaction was no reaction at all, as if the two guys behind her weren't gossiping about her at all.

They really don't mind at all, or rather, they don't care?

So it should be okay if I touch her butt, right?

With his unique way of thinking, Li Xianyu always manages to think of things that others can't. He decided to leave this question for later, at least until everyone is more familiar with each other before trying it. If the other party cares, he can shamelessly ask for leniency.

After signing the employment contract, the doorman said, "From now on, you are a member of Baoze Group. By the way, Sanwu has no home and has been living at the company. Now she has to protect you 24 hours a day, so she will come home with you. Anyway, your home is quite big, 80 square meters, enough for three people."

Li Xianyu, who was afraid of death, did not object to this point, and whispered, "From what you're saying, is there a possibility that I might be ground to dust by Dad's old enemies?"

The doorman was surprised by the young man's keenness and comforted him, "The company is just taking precautions. Your father has been dead for twenty years, and they've kept it a secret that you were fostered by your brother's family. Stay calm and don't be reckless, and everything should be fine."

Li Xianyu: "...I feel like you've planted a flag for me."

After saying goodbye to the doorman, Li Xianyu led the two men away from the Baoze Group building.

He walked ahead, with his great-grandmother and Sanwu following behind. Sanwu's eyes were fixed on the strawberries in his great-grandmother's hand.

Grandma didn't care about having another companion, but she cared about her strawberries. Like a possessive puppy, she held the strawberries close to her chest and glared at them, saying, "What are you doing? These are mine. I won't give them to you."

Sanwu: "Oh."

This nemesis, trained from childhood to be a killing machine, had an unusually good temper. When her great-grandmother told her not to eat it, she looked away and wouldn't glance at the strawberries again.

On his way home in a taxi, Li Xianyu received a text message from an unknown number. It was from the customer service of Baoze Group, and the message welcomed him to join Baoze Group and become a glorious bloodline law enforcer. The message ended with a link.

Clicking the link takes you to the app download page, which is a software called "Gu Yao".

"What is an ancient demon?" Li Xianyu turned his head and waved his phone screen at the three-nobody in the back row.

Sanwu sat upright with his hands on his knees, a very disciplined posture, the complete opposite of his great-grandmother who had mastered the "Ge You slouch" without any instruction.

His tone was meticulous as he answered the question, "It's a chat application developed internally by our company. The company uses it to issue tasks and important messages, and it's also a platform for Bloodline members to chat and communicate. After all, we Ancient Demon Blood..."

"That's enough, that's enough."

Li Xianyu had to interrupt her. This girl was a bit crazy, and she didn't care about the occasion at all when she spoke. If she continued, the driver would think she was insane.

Without clicking download, I put my phone back in my pocket, intending to download it via Wi-Fi when I got home.

Poor people should live frugally; data plans are too expensive to afford.

Speaking of poverty, Li Xianyu said, "By the way, Senior Sanwu, my ancestor and I are both penniless. Our wallets are emptier than our faces. If you live with us, you'll have to take care of your own living expenses."

This matter needs to be made clear. My great-grandmother's extravagant lifestyle means that it's questionable whether 5,000 yuan will last until next month's salary. Being poor and lacking ambition, she certainly can't afford to support another child. I should have asked the company for next month's salary first.

Upon hearing this, Sanwu silently pulled out his wallet, took out a bank card, and said, "Three million, take it!"

The grandmother and grandson instantly became radiant; the grandson's eyes gleamed, and the grandmother swallowed hard.

"This, this is..." Li Xianyu rubbed his hands, trying his best to make himself look less drooling.

Sanwu: "Here you go, I don't care about the money."

Wow, you seem to treat money like dirt, that's awesome!

I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't see that.

By the way, it exudes a high-class vibe.

"Oh, you little brat, Grandma has some strawberries here, I'm not stingy with sharing them with you." The great-grandmother eagerly offered the strawberries, completely shameless.

Sanwu looked at the strawberry, then at his great-grandmother, and asked, "Can I eat this?"

Grandma nodded vigorously: "We are partners, so we should share happiness and joy."

Sanwu picked up a strawberry and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste filled her taste buds. Her face remained expressionless, but a hint of joy flickered in her eyes, as if the calm water had been stirred by the wind, adding a touch of liveliness.

Li Xianyu was overwhelmed by the unexpected happiness, her hand trembling as she clutched the bank card: "Really for me? This isn't right..."

Sanwu: "I don't need money, and no one will ask me for money. My salary for the past three years is all here, and it's been sitting here untouched."

Her tone remained calm as always, but the excitement on Li Xianyu's face slowly cooled down.

Even if you try your best to be kind to someone, you can't find anyone.

That sounds terrible.

He returned the bank card to the person with no address, suppressing the heartache of missing out on three million: "Keep it for yourself, you might find someone who'll ask you for money. Just give me two thousand a month for rent and two thousand for food."

Sanwu simply said "Oh" and took back his bank card.

Grandma looked at the three people with nothing and tentatively asked, "How about I be the one who asks you for money?"

"Get out," Li Xianyu said.