I was a mercenary overseas and I earned myself a code name “The God of Murder”.
Still, I need to find myself a wife, at the matchmaking corner!
I don’t want any gold-diggers, that’s why I tried so hard to keep a low profile.
But the girls wouldn’t accept such a “pauper” like me.
Forget about the low-key, I’m handsome and rich and capable!
Of course girls love me!
And then I met a blonde, who decided to marry me at our first meeting…
But excuse me? Did she say she’s going to divorce me the next time we meet?