chapter 1 interview

"Code name Warwolf, applying for retirement!"
"Warwolf, served for eleven years and two hundred thirty-four days, protected 149 important figures, completed a total of 150 missions successfully, failed once!"
"The organization now approves retirement!"
Suddenly awakened from his dream, a pair of pitch-black eyes stared at the ceiling fan spinning slowly, with a mix of emotions churning inside.
At five in the morning, Ravager Brown's internal clock woke him up punctually, regardless of whether it was windy, rainy, or plagued by nightmares...
Entering the bathroom, he looked at the person in the mirror, sharp cheekbones, piercing gaze, eyebrows raised, and a deep scar running from the corner of his right eye.
Giving his handsome face a slightly fierce look.
After a quick wash, Ravager left the rented room. It was the second day of his retirement, and he had a job interview ahead, ready to start a new life.
Accustomed to the bloodshed and chaos, this peaceful life left him at a loss, even standing on the bus lost in thought, struggling to adapt.
Standing until the next stop, Ravager looked up at the towering skyscraper ahead, the three words "Golden Age Group" looming large.
As soon as Ravager stepped into the gate, he was intercepted by two bodyguards.
A security guard spoke up, "Please show your work ID!"
Ravager gave them a slight smile, "I'm here for an interview. I read in the newspaper that you're hiring bodyguards here!"
"Oh, you're here for an interview!"
"Go to the HR department on the fifth floor!"
The elevator ascended slowly, with Ravager surrounded by a crowd of women, various scents of perfume hitting him.
It made Ravager lower his head, his face a bit warm and red.
Fortunately, the floor he needed wasn't too high. Ravager squeezed out of the elevator amidst the crowd.
Before the elevator doors closed, whispers could be heard from inside.
"Wow, that guy is so handsome!"
"He's so manly!"
"Who knows which department he's in, or if he has a girlfriend?"
"I want all his information!"
To this, Ravager shook his head helplessly, smiling wryly, and turned to the corridor.
In the corridor, there was a long line of interviewees, all men, ranging in age from eighteen to fifty-eight.
Ravager obediently stood at the back of the line, waiting for his turn for the interview.
Each interview group consisted of ten people and lasted no more than ten minutes.
Soon, it was Ravager's group's turn.
Ten people entered a meeting room, where the tables and chairs were piled up in a corner. Only three people sat at the front, two women and one man.
The key point was, the two women were exceptionally beautiful!!!
The ten people stood in a line in front of the trio, their eyes consciously or unconsciously glancing at the two women.
"From left to right, number 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, these seven can leave!"
The woman wearing glasses on the left side spoke first even before the interview began.
"Why?"
"Are you people from the Golden Age Group bullying us too much!"
"We haven't even started the interview, why are you asking us to leave!"
The woman with glasses smiled, "Ever since you guys came in, your gaze hasn't left me!"
"Today we're hiring bodyguards, not lechers!"
Instantly, the seven heads that were held high drooped down, reluctantly admitting to the accusation, and could only leave with lowered heads.
Out of the ten people, only three remained in an instant, and Ravager finally understood why the interviews were so swift.
Couldn't help but admire, that the woman's interviewing method, though simple, was very effective.
His eyes, which had been forward-facing, couldn't help but sneak a glance at the two women.
The woman with glasses, probably around thirty, had shoulder-length waves, bright teeth, delicate eyebrows, flawless skin, and slightly thick red lips coated with rose-colored lipstick, exuding a charming and alluring temperament from head to toe.
The golden-rimmed glasses added a touch of solemnity to her charm.
On the other hand, the woman in the middle, aged around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, had delicate features, rosy cheeks, and an irresistible beauty.
The black pupils in her beautiful eyes sparkled with a shrewd brilliance, and the well-fitted suit she wore added a touch of dominance to her delicate demeanor.
Ravager observed the two women, and they naturally felt his gaze, locking eyes with each other.
Normally, Ravager wouldn't dodge, but having learned from past experiences, he quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Let's start with some introductions. I'm Liora Curry, the current CEO of Golden Age Group. Those here for the interview, please briefly introduce yourselves and then demonstrate your abilities!"
The one who spoke was the woman sitting in the middle.
"Number 5, you can start!"
Liora gestured with her left hand, indicating that they could begin, while resting her right hand on her chin, observing.
"I'm number 5, codename Blighter! Trained in martial arts at the Monastery since I was seven, mastered the invincible Ironhead Technique!"
After Blighter finished speaking, he took off the backpack behind him, revealing that it was filled with bricks.
Observing the scene, Ravager pondered, "The Monastery's Ironhead Technique, this person is not ordinary!"
"Oh no!"
Blighter took a brick in each hand, assumed a stance, and shouted.
"Bang!"
"Thud!"
The two bricks struck his head, the first one shattered, but the second one didn't.
Blighter fell to the ground, blood flowing from his forehead.
"Call an ambulance, and get him to the hospital. Another fraudster!"
Liora said impatiently, as the man beside her immediately pulled out his phone, and a few security guards came in to carry Blighter out.
"This Ironhead Technique must be fake!"
Ravager stared in disbelief at everything, his mouth agape in shock.
"Number 6, continue!"
"I'm Ghoul. I started martial arts at eight, roamed the underworld at twelve, and defeated all opponents at fifteen. Now, twenty years have passed, and I want a job for a peaceful life!"
Ghoul, dressed in a robe, pulled out a long sword from his robe after speaking.
"The performance I'm about to show... no, it's martial arts! Sword swallowing!"
"Ah!"
Ghoul shouted, steadying his stance, opening his mouth wide, exhaling deeply, and attempting to insert the sword.
"All right, that's enough!"
Liora immediately stopped Ghoul's performance.
"What's wrong? If you don't like it, I can also demonstrate the Ironclad Body Technique!"
Ghoul chuckled.
Liora explained, "I need bodyguards who can fight!"
"I can fight! If you encounter a bad guy with a knife, I can swallow the knife!"
"Those bad guys would be terrified!"
Liora couldn't even imagine such a scene. "Forget it, forget it!"
The two of them were fighting, chasing each other to swallow a knife...
The more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed!
"If you don't have real skills, Number 10, there's no need to demonstrate!"
Having learned from past experiences, Liora didn't want to waste too much time. For someone at her level, time was money.
As Ravager began his introduction, the doors of the meeting room were pushed open, and a person dressed as a secretary spoke, "Miss Curry, Mr. Colt from Ant Group is on his way to the company!"
"Mr. Colt is coming?"
Upon hearing this, Liora hurriedly got up from her seat and walked out.
Leaving Ravager standing there, looking bewildered...