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The Wenlian Financial Group’s central tower was heavily guarded. If it hadn’t been for Wen yuan’s intelligence and inside help, there’s no way I could have slipped in so easily. The fiftieth floor was the chairman’s office. At the door stood professional bodyguards hired from overseas. It took me two minutes to silently take them out. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the jet-black, bulletproof steel door. The office was huge. A young man sat at the desk, head down, reading documents.…-
7.7 K • Ongoing
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“Let’s have dinner after work tomorrow. I heard there’s a great Thai place,” Ye Qing said, standing at the door with a little white umbrella. Tomorrow would be the hundredth bouquet—the day we agreed to start dating, the day I’d end my life as a hitman and begin a new chapter. “Don’t order anything too expensive—I’m broke,” I teased. “Cheapskate.” Ye Qing smiled, her dimples showing. “Don’t be late. I hate men who are late.” Her graceful figure disappeared into…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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It was like an addiction— Wen Yuan’s bloodlust grew by the day. At first, it was one job every two weeks, then once a week, and now almost daily. Watching his targets die in despair became his favorite pastime. “Mr. Ray, you have to take care of this one immediately. Every second this scum lives is an insult to justice,” Wen Yuan thundered, slamming a newspaper in front of me. A high school math teacher, accused of sexually assaulting a student and blackmailing her into silence, driving…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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“What were you just thinking about? You’ve been out of it all evening.” Ye Qing handed me a Coke. “Oh, maybe the movie was just too boring. Made me sleepy,” I said, scratching my head and forcing a smile. We’d been training in the park when it started pouring, so we ran to a nearby mall for shelter. The rain showed no sign of stopping, so Ye Qing suggested we watch a movie. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt like she was interested in me. She’d been waiting at the shop for me…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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This time, the target was Fang Lei, a professional “fake-buster.” He made a living preying on small businesses, picking out flaws in their products and threatening to report them unless they paid him off. This time, the news had blown up, and netizens were even doxing his address. To lay low, Fang Lei was hiding out at his mistress’s apartment. “Baby, change your stockings. I’ll be out in three minutes…” he called out from the bathroom, humming a tune. The provocatively dressed woman in…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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“Did those guys ever come back to bother you?” Officer Ye Qing’s voice pulled me back to reality. She wasn’t on duty today, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit that made her skin look even fairer. Ye Qing, twenty-three this year, graduated from the police academy just last year and, according to neighborhood gossip, still didn’t have a boyfriend. With skills like hers, most guys would probably steer clear. No wonder she’s still single. “What are you smiling at?” Ye Qing knocked on…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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At midnight, I had everything ready. I woke the target with a splash of cold water. We were in an underground warehouse on the outskirts of town, forty kilometers from the nearest city. The caretaker only came twice a year. In a two-square-meter iron cage, the target was handcuffed to a metal post. Next to him was a huge pet dog. “Who are you? What do you want?” The target struggled, the cuffs clanking against the bars. I pulled out a newspaper and read the article aloud, then showed him a…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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“Zhou Ming, you’re slacking off again!” A playful voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Wang Yiyi, in a crisp white shirt and a neat ponytail, looked at me with a hint of annoyance in her eyes. “I’m not! I’m just checking if these books are in order,” I replied with a cheeky grin. “Yeah, right. You’re a guy—how can you always leave the cleaning to me?” “Because you’re cute.” “Just wait till the boss gets back—I’ll have him dock your pay.” Yiyi huffed and ran…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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At this point, you probably think I’m some kind of deranged serial killer. It’s not easy to change people’s preconceptions, so please bear with me as I continue. I’m a hitman. In the business, they call me “Ray.” If a profession exists, it must have a reason to exist. In this world, people kill each other all the time—some with power, some with love, some with the law, and some even with morality. Sometimes, it takes just a small thing—a curse, a shove, even a dirty look—for someone…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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In the dimly lit lovers’ motel, a man and woman were chatting before bed. I stood quietly at the door, letting them enjoy their final moments of pleasure. No matter what, you should always have a good meal before you lose your head—this is the killer’s version of humanity. “When are you finally going to divorce your wife? Didn’t you say she’s already losing her mind? How much longer do I have to wait?” After the sounds from the bed died down, the woman spoke first. “Just wait a bit…
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7.7 K • Ongoing
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