The target this time was Ouyang Quan, a professional fraud-buster. He usually targeted small merchants, picking out flaws in their products and using the threat of reporting them to squeeze out hush money. This time, the news had blown up a bit too much, and netizens had even started doxxing his address. To avoid the heat, Ouyang Quan was staying at his mistress’s apartment.

“Honey, get your stockings on. I’ll be out in three minutes…” Ouyang Quan hummed and shouted from the bathroom, but the provocatively dressed woman could no longer answer him. I had already knocked her out on the sofa.

I checked my watch. I wasn’t in a hurry anyway, so I might as well wait for him to finish his shower.

Death is a train bound for the end of the line. As the conductor, having a little patience is a basic professional ethic.

Ouyang Quan rushed out impatiently, not even wearing underwear. Layers of flab squeezed out into an ugly beer belly. I couldn’t help but frown. Ouyang Quan wiped his face with a towel, and when he saw me sitting in the chair, he panicked. He grabbed a nearby desk lamp and roared at me, “Who are you? How did you get in here?!”

“Mr. Ouyang, I suggest you don’t get worked up. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”

“Are you leaving or not? If not, I’m calling the police!” Ouyang Quan grabbed his phone from the bed, intending to dial.

I lunged at him like an arrow from a bow. He swung the lamp wildly in a panic. I threw a punch, and the plastic shards of the lamp flew everywhere like a popped balloon. Ouyang Quan tried to resist, but I struck the back of his neck with my palm. Soon, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the floor.

What a hassle.

Something that could have been solved with a single bullet had to be made so complicated. Just how twisted was that handsome young man’s mind?

I tied Ouyang Quan up with rope, took the prepared items out of my travel bag, and injected the poison into his artery. Then, I quietly waited for him to wake up.

In less than ten minutes, Ouyang Quan’s face began to turn gray. A violent cough jolted him awake from his faint. He was in agony; the veins on his neck were like earthworms in a death struggle, winding and spreading in a terrifying manner.

“What… what do you want?” Ouyang Quan’s coughing grew louder.

“Mr. Ouyang, does bullying the poor give you a thrill?” I read the words on the note mechanically. “Your knowledge and professional skills could have created value for society, but you turned them into a tool for amassing wealth. You have desecrated the status of an intellectual. Now, let’s play a game. I’ve just injected you with Inland Taipan venom. Among these ten bottles, one is the antidote. Aren’t you a professional fraud-buster? I trust you can find the real antidote among these fakes.”

“Please, let me go. I can give you money, as much as you want…” Ouyang Quan slowly began to lose his breath, his calves starting to spasm.

“You’d better find the antidote quickly. This venom can take a life in fifteen minutes.” I untied his left hand so he could choose from the bottles in front of him.

Coughing, Ouyang Quan observed the identical-looking bottles. Finally, he picked one, unscrewed it, and gulped it down. Unfortunately, he chose wrong. That bottle contained a different poison. Ouyang Quan began to vomit—first filth, then clear water, and finally, puddles of bright red blood.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Ouyang Quan let out a blood-curdling scream. The snake venom had fully taken hold.

“You have one more chance.” I adjusted my hat. Even as an experienced killer, I felt this method was truly excessive.

Shaking, Ouyang Quan picked up another bottle and struggled to unscrew the cap. After drinking it, he began to claw at his own face as if there were countless invisible insects on it. He tore his face into a bloody mess before finally collapsing on the floor in a grotesque posture. He had chosen wrong again.

I sighed, carried the woman from the sofa out the door, and placed her by the elevator.

If she woke up to such a macabre scene, she’d probably be driven insane on the spot.

“Perfect. You’re outstanding, Mr. K. I really can’t find the right words to praise you.”

The man sipped high-end red wine while admiring the photos of Ouyang Quan’s corpse.

Incomprehensible, sick taste.

“Mr. K, to express my appreciation, I’ve decided to work with you long-term. Do you offer customized or membership services? I can accept any price.”

What kind of person treats torturing others as entertainment?

Even worse, he had a tacky, self-delusional sense of justice, believing he was acting on behalf of heaven and making the world a better place.

“No,” I replied coldly.

“A pity.” The man fell silent for a few seconds in disappointment, then immediately switched back to an excited state. “There’s too much trash in this world; it’s impossible for one person to clean it all up. I expected as much. Mr. K, do you know any colleagues? Please introduce them to me. I could start a Justice Foundation. How would you like to be the chairman when the time comes?”

He grew more excited as he spoke. When he stood up and waved his arms, his left glove slipped off, revealing five metal fingers.

I knew who he was now. No wonder I felt like I’d seen his face somewhere before.

Qin Wenyou, the eldest son of the Qinlian Conglomerate. Six months ago, a massive scandal broke out when evidence of his various crimes was leaked. The police mobilized all their forces to arrest him, but he vanished into thin air. Everyone thought he had fled, but it turned out he had been kidnapped by a man named Yuan Gu from the Qinlian Conglomerate. In the deep woods, Yuan Gu cut off the five fingers of his left hand and forced him to record a confession video before committing suicide next to him. To survive, Qin Wenyou actually ate Yuan Gu’s corpse to endure those ten days without food or water. After being rescued by the police, he had a mental breakdown and was confined to a psychiatric hospital.

In the psychiatric hospital, he even bit his younger brother, Qin Wutao, to death. Under social pressure, the hospital performed an unprecedented psychiatric surgery on him. I heard the surgery was a success; Qin Wenyou’s split evil personalities were all erased, leaving only an upright and kind personality implanted through science. After that, news about Qin Wenyou disappeared, replaced by various rumors. Some said he was in prison, others said he was still in the mental hospital, and some said he had gone abroad. In short, the public’s interest in news doesn’t last long. Coupled with the fact that the new chairman of the Qinlian Conglomerate, Zhou Mo, was now a man of the hour, Qin Wenyou had slowly been forgotten.

Who would have thought he had been lurking in this city all along?

Looking at his current state, who would dare claim his mental illness had been cured?

The target this time was named Ouyang Quan, a professional fraud fighter. He usually targeted small businesses, picking out flaws in their products and then using the threat of reporting them to extort hush money. This time, the news had blown up quite a bit, and some netizens had even started doxing his personal information and address. To avoid the heat, Ouyang Quan was staying at his mistress’s apartment.

“Baby, put on those stockings, I’ll be out in three minutes…” Ouyang Quan hummed a tune as he shouted from the bathroom, but the provocatively dressed woman could no longer answer him; I had already knocked her unconscious on the sofa.

I checked my watch. Since I wasn’t in a hurry anyway, I decided to wait for him to finish his shower.

Death is a train bound for the end of the line. As the ticket collector, having a little patience is a basic professional ethic.

Ouyang Quan came out in a frantic rush, not even wearing underwear. Layers of flab squeezed out into an ugly beer belly. I couldn’t help but frown. Ouyang Quan wiped his face dry with a towel, and when he saw me sitting in the chair, he panicked. He grabbed a nearby desk lamp and yelled at me, “Who are you? How did you get in here?!”

“Mr. Ouyang, I suggest you don’t get agitated. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”

“Are you leaving or not? If not, I’m calling the police!” Ouyang Quan grabbed his phone from the bed, intending to dial.

I lunged toward him like an arrow released from a bow. He swung the lamp wildly, but I threw a punch that sent plastic shards flying like a popped balloon. Ouyang Quan tried to resist further, but I struck the back of his neck with my palm. Soon, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the floor.

What a hassle.

Something that could have been solved with a single bullet had to be made so complicated. Just how twisted was that handsome young man’s mind?

I tied Ouyang Quan up with rope, took out the prepared items from my travel bag, injected the poison into his artery, and quietly waited for him to wake up.

In less than ten minutes, Ouyang Quan’s face began to turn gray. A violent cough jolted him awake from his stupor. He was in agony; the veins on his neck bulged like dying earthworms in a desperate struggle, winding across his skin in a terrifying display.

“What… what do you want?” Ouyang Quan’s coughing grew louder.

“Mr. Ouyang, does bullying the poor give you pleasure?” I mechanically read the words written on the note. “Your knowledge and professional expertise could have created value for society, but instead, you turned them into tools for extortion. You have desecrated the identity of an intellectual. Now, let’s play a game. I have just injected you with Inland Taipan venom. Among these ten bottles, one contains the antidote. Aren’t you a professional fraud fighter? I trust you can find the real antidote among these fakes.”

“Please, let me go. I can give you money, as much as you want…” Ouyang Quan gradually began to gasp for air, his calves starting to convulse.

“You’d better hurry and find the antidote. This venom can take a life in fifteen minutes.” I untied his left hand so he could choose from the vials in front of him.

Coughing, Ouyang Quan observed the identical-looking vials. Finally, he chose one, unscrewed it, and gulped it down. Unfortunately, he chose wrong. That vial contained a different poison. Ouyang Quan began to vomit—first filth, then clear water, and finally, puddles of bright red blood.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!” Ouyang Quan let out a blood-curdling scream; the snake venom had fully taken effect.

“You have one more chance.” I pulled my hat down. Even as an experienced assassin, I felt this method was truly excessive.

Ouyang Quan tremblingly picked up another vial, struggled to unscrew the cap, and after drinking it, began to claw at his own face as if there were countless invisible insects on it. He tore his face into a bloody mess before finally collapsing on the floor in an exaggerated posture. He had chosen wrong again.

I sighed, carried the woman from the sofa out the door, and placed her by the elevator.

If this woman woke up and the first thing she saw was such a macabre scene, she’d probably be driven insane on the spot.

“Perfect. You are outstanding, Mr. K. I truly can’t find the right words to praise you.”

The man admired the photos of Ouyang Quan’s corpse while sipping high-end red wine.

An incomprehensible, sick taste.

“Mr. K, to express my appreciation for you, I’ve decided to work with you long-term. Do you offer customized or membership services? I can accept any price.”

What kind of person treats the torture of others as a form of entertainment?

Worse yet, he possessed a vulgar, self-deluding sense of justice, believing he was acting on behalf of heaven and making the world a better place.

“No,” I replied coldly.

“A pity.” The man fell into a regretful silence for a few seconds before immediately switching back to an excited state. “There is too much trash in this world; it’s impossible for one person to sweep it all away. I expected as much. Mr. K, do you know any colleagues? Please introduce them to me. I could establish a Justice Foundation and make you the chairman. How does that sound?”

He grew more agitated as he spoke. When he stood up and waved his arms, his left glove slipped off, revealing five metal fingers.

I knew who he was now. No wonder I felt like I had seen his face somewhere before.

Qin Wenyou, the eldest son of the Qinlian Conglomerate. Six months ago, a shocking scandal broke out when evidence of his various crimes was leaked. The police mobilized all their forces to arrest him, but he vanished into thin air. Everyone thought he had fled, but it turned out he had been kidnapped by a man named Yuan Gu from the conglomerate. Yuan Gu had cut off the five fingers of his left hand in the deep mountains, forced him to record a confession video, and finally committed suicide by shooting himself next to him. To survive, Qin Wenyou had actually eaten Yuan Gu’s corpse to endure those ten days without food or water. After being rescued by the police, he suffered a mental breakdown and was confined to a psychiatric hospital.

In the hospital, he had also bitten his younger brother, Qin Wutao, to death. Under social pressure, the hospital performed an unprecedented psychiatric surgery on him. I heard the surgery was a success; Qin Wenyou’s split evil personalities were all erased, leaving only a righteous and kind scientifically implanted personality. After that, news about Qin Wenyou disappeared, replaced only by various rumors. Some said he was in prison, some said he was still in the asylum, and others said he had gone abroad. In short, the public’s interest in news doesn’t last long, and with the new chairman of the Qinlian Conglomerate, Zhou Mo, being the man of the hour, Qin Wenyou had slowly been forgotten.

Who would have thought he had been lying low in this city all along?

Looking at his current state, who would dare claim his mental illness had been cured?

The target this time is Ouyang Quan, a professional anti-counterfeiting investigator. He usually targets small businesses, finds fault with their products, and then threatens to report them, forcing them to pay a hush fee. The news this time caused quite a stir, with some netizens even doxxing his personal information and address. To avoid the spotlight, Ouyang Quan was staying at his mistress’s apartment.

“Baby, change into your stockings. I’ll be out in three minutes…” Ouyang Quan hummed as he called out from the bathroom, but the provocatively dressed woman could no longer answer him; I had already knocked her out on the sofa.

I glanced at my watch. There was no rush, so I decided to wait for him to finish his shower.

Death is a train to the end of the line, and as the ticket seller, a little patience is part of the basic code of conduct.

Ouyang Quan emerged in a hurry, not even wearing underwear. Layers of flab squeezed out an ugly beer belly. I couldn’t help but frown. Ouyang Quan wiped his face with a towel and, upon seeing me sitting in the chair, panicked. He grabbed a nearby desk lamp and yelled at me, “Who are you? How did you get in here?!”

“Mr. Ouyang, I advise you not to get agitated. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”

“Are you leaving or not? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police!” Ouyang Quan grabbed his phone from the bed, intending to dial.

I shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. He frantically swung the desk lamp, but I punched it. The plastic fragments scattered like an exploded balloon. Ouyang Quan tried to resist, but I struck the back of his neck with my palm. Soon, he rolled his eyes and slumped to the ground.

What a hassle.

This could have been solved with a single bullet, but why make things so complicated? How twisted must that young man’s mind be?

I tied Ouyang Quan up with rope, took out the prepared items from my travel bag, and injected the poison into his artery. I waited quietly for Ouyang Quan to wake up.

In less than ten minutes, Ouyang Quan’s face began to turn gray. Violent coughing brought him out of his stupor. He was in great pain, the veins on his neck like earthworms struggling in their death throes, writhing and spreading in a terrifying manner.

“You… What do you want?” Ouyang Quan’s cough grew louder.

“Mr. Ouyang, does bullying the poor give you a thrill?” I mechanically read the words from the note. “Your knowledge and professional skills could have created value for society, but you’ve turned them into a tool for extortion. You’ve desecrated the identity of an intellectual. Now, let’s play a game. I’ve just injected you with the venom of a fierce snake. In these ten bottles, one is the antidote. Aren’t you a professional anti-counterfeiter? I’m sure you can find the real antidote among these fakes.”

“Please, spare me. I can give you money. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you…” Ouyang Quan was slowly running out of breath, his calves beginning to spasm.

“You better find the antidote quickly. This venom can take a life in fifteen minutes.” I untied his left hand, allowing him to choose from the bottles in front of him.

Ouyang Quan coughed as he examined the identical-looking bottles, finally picking one. He unscrewed it and drank it down greedily. Unfortunately, he chose incorrectly. That bottle contained another poison. Ouyang Quan began to vomit, first some foul matter, then clear water, and finally, he vomited up pools of blood.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” Ouyang Quan screamed. The snake venom had fully taken effect.

“You have one more chance.” I adjusted my hat. Even as an experienced assassin, I felt this method was a bit excessive.

Ouyang Quan shakily picked up another bottle, struggled to open the cap, and drank it. Afterward, he started scratching his face as if invisible insects were crawling all over it, tearing his face to bloody shreds. Finally, he collapsed onto the floor in an exaggerated posture. He had chosen wrong again.

I sighed and carried the woman from the sofa to the door, placing her by the elevator.

If this woman woke up and saw such a CULT scene first, she’d probably be scared out of her mind.

“Perfect, you’re too excellent, Mr. K. I really can’t find suitable words to praise you.”

The man savored his high-end red wine while admiring photos of Ouyang Quan’s corpse.

Incomprehensible bad taste.

“Mr. K, to express my approval, I’ve decided to cooperate with you long-term. Do you have custom or membership services? I can accept any price.”

Who would treat torturing others as a form of entertainment?

What’s worse is that he has a self-deceiving, vulgar sense of justice, believing he’s acting on behalf of heaven and making the world a better place.

“No,” I replied coldly.

“A pity.” The man was silent for a few seconds in regret, then immediately switched back to an excited state. “There’s too much trash in this world. It’s impossible for one person to clean it all up. I expected this. Mr. K, do you know any colleagues? Please introduce them to me. I can establish a Justice Foundation and make you its president, how about that?”

He became more agitated as he spoke. When he stood up and waved his arms, his left glove slipped off, revealing five metal fingers.

I knew who he was. No wonder I felt his face looked familiar.

Qin Wenyu, the eldest son of the Qin Lian conglomerate. Six months ago, a sensational news story broke out: evidence of his various crimes was exposed. The police deployed all their forces to arrest him, but he vanished into thin air. We thought he had escaped, but it turned out he was kidnapped by a man named Yuan Gu from the Qin Lian conglomerate, who severed the five fingers on his left hand in the deep mountains and forced him to record a confession video. Finally, Yuan Gu shot himself beside him. To survive, Qin Wenyu ate Yuan Gu’s corpse to get through ten days without water or food. After being rescued by the police, he suffered a mental breakdown and was confined to a mental hospital.

In the mental hospital, he bit his own younger brother, Qin Wutao, to death. Under public pressure, the hospital performed an unprecedented mental treatment surgery on him. It was said the surgery was very successful; all of Qin Wenyu’s split evil personalities were erased, leaving only an upright and kind scientific implant personality. After that, news about Qin Wenyu disappeared, replaced by various rumors. Some said he was in prison, some said he was still in the mental hospital, and some said he had gone abroad. In any case, the public’s interest in the news couldn’t last long. Coupled with the fact that the new chairman of the Qin Lian conglomerate, Zhou Mo, was a prominent figure, Qin Wenyu was gradually forgotten.

Who would have thought he had been lurking in this city all along?

Looking at his current state, who would dare admit that his mental illness had been cured?