It was like an addiction. Qin Wenyu’s desire to kill grew stronger and stronger. At first, it was one job every half month, then one a week, and recently, it was almost one a day.

Witnessing the despair and twisted death throes of his targets had become his greatest hobby.

“Mr. K, you must take care of this person quickly. As long as scum like him is alive, it’s a mockery of justice.”

Qin Wenyu slammed his fist on the table in anger, the newspaper shaking in front of my eyes.

A high school math teacher who sexually assaulted his female student and repeatedly threatened the girl to keep silent, leading her to jump off a building.

“Mr. K, this bastard can’t be allowed to die easily. He needs to reflect on how deserving of death he truly is…”

A nanny who abused the elderly, burning the old woman alive in her home to cover up her tracks.

“Mr. K, this person must be dealt with tonight. My conscience and sense of justice keep me awake at night. He absolutely cannot live to see tomorrow.”

A man who locked his mother, suffering from Alzheimer’s, on the balcony to have an affair with his mistress, causing the old woman to fall to her death.

“Done.”

This lunatic had completely lost control, constantly pushing me to kill. If this continued, I’d be turned into a pervert too.

“Young Master Qin, you have so many people under you, why don’t you have them do these things? These targets are ordinary people; you could hire a few thugs to do it.” I couldn’t hold back and exposed his identity.

“You know who I am?”

A hint of surprise flickered across Qin Wenyu’s face. His agitated demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a calm and polite demeanor. This was a terrifying madman; you never knew when he was being normal.

“Yes, don’t you know you’re quite famous?” I said with a hint of mockery.

“Then you must be well aware of my past, right?” Qin Wenyu picked up a black teacup and took a slow sip of water. “The me of the past was indeed a scumbag who committed all sorts of evils. The crimes I committed, a hundred deaths wouldn’t be enough to atone for them. Heaven punished me, and it also gave me ample time for self-reflection. I live in guilt and unease every moment. Mr. K, do you think I’m still that perverted lunatic? No, you’re wrong. I only want to be a good person useful to society now. I want to do everything in my power to atone for the sins of my past.”

“Killing is also atonement?”

“Killing good people is certainly not, but killing bad people, from another perspective, is a good deed. Be honest, which of the scumbags I’ve found doesn’t deserve to die?” Qin Wenyu discussed with me very seriously.

“With your capabilities, killing those people would be as easy as killing ants. Why do you need me?”

“I used to be a businessman. A qualified businessman always knows one principle: give the job to the most professional person for maximum efficiency. Mr. K, in my eyes, you are the most professional killer. Please don’t doubt my sincerity. I can even increase the reward, three times, five times, whatever you want…”

Damn it, damn it!

I could barely suppress the urge to stab him. His self-righteousness, his twisted values, his ingrained habit of controlling others with money.

In the end, in his eyes, he was a superior being, and everyone else was an inferior animal.

It was just an excuse for his boredom; he was a pervert who enjoyed tormenting others by nature.

“Whatever. But after this month, I’m quitting. You can find someone else to be your sword of justice then.” I picked up the photos of the targets, my face ashen, and walked towards the door.

As I left, I glanced at Qin Wenyu, who was sitting in his chair, out of the corner of my eye.

He looked a bit disappointed, but a strange smile played on his lips.

The teacher who sexually assaulted his student had his anus blown to bits with a single shot.

Qin Wenyu’s prepared death package seemed too troublesome.

The nanny who burned the elderly woman to death had her face covered with a plastic bag, and she stopped struggling in two minutes.

Qin Wenyu’s repeated insistence on twenty-four hours of torture was something I wasn’t perverted enough to do.

The man who had an affair with his mistress was arranged to have a car accident, and he died the moment the car crashed.

The two-thousand-word “indictment” Qin Wenyu gave me was directly thrown into the trash.

Like an employee who disagreed with his boss’s philosophy, I became increasingly perfunctory. To my surprise, Qin Wenyu didn’t show the slightest displeasure.

He always paid promptly, praised me repeatedly, and tried to persuade me to take on more jobs before quitting.

But my mind was made up. Qin Wenyu’s appearance made me weary of the assassin profession, while Ye Qing’s appearance filled me with anticipation for a new life.

The identity of Killer K was gradually drifting away from me.

“Mr. K, this is the last job.” Qin Wenyu calmly handed me a photo.

I glanced at it, and every pore on my body trembled.

Zhou Mo, the new chairman of the Qin Lian conglomerate. I heard that Qin Wenyu’s father specifically found him from abroad to manage the company. In just two months, he had won back all the public support the Qin Lian conglomerate had lost, and its stock price was soaring. The newspapers called him the savior of Qin Lian. Killing him at this point would surely cause a massive uproar.

“Did this person also affect your sense of justice?” I asked Qin Wenyu with complete disgust, my tone laced with sarcasm.

“No.” Qin Wenyu shook his head slightly. “He is a very outstanding young man. The company is doing better under him than ever before, and it’s even projected to reach unprecedented heights of glory in the foreseeable future.”

“Then why do you want to kill him?”

“Because I don’t want him to become another me.” Qin Wenyu said something inexplicable. “Just like the me before, whoever sat in that position would have become like that. Mr. K, haven’t you heard the parable: if you traveled back in time, would you kill a murderer as a child? No one wants to kill a child, but if left to grow, they will become a demon that harms the world. Zhou Mo is such an existence. Mr. K, you must nip evil in the bud.”

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder rumbled in the sky. Outside the window, it was like the end of the world, and the torrential rain finally began to pour down.

It was like an addiction. Qin Wenyou’s desire to kill grew stronger and stronger. At first, it was one job every half month, then one a week, and lately, almost one a day.

Watching his targets die in despair and agony had become his greatest hobby.

“Mr. K, you must deal with this person quickly. Every second this scum lives in this world is a mockery of justice.”

Qin Wenyou angrily slammed his fist on the table, and a newspaper clipping vibrated into my view.

A high school math teacher sexually assaulted his female student, then repeatedly threatened the girl to keep it a secret, leading to her jumping to her death.

“Mr. K, this bastard can’t be allowed to die too comfortably. He needs to reflect on just how much he deserves to die…”

A nanny who abused an elderly person, then burned the elder alive in their home to cover up her tracks.

“Mr. K, this person must be dealt with tonight. My conscience and sense of justice won’t let me sleep. He absolutely cannot live to see tomorrow.”

A man who locked his mother, suffering from Alzheimer’s, on the balcony so he could commit adultery with his mistress, leading to the old woman’s fatal fall.

“Damn it.”

This lunatic was completely out of control, constantly wanting me to kill. If this continued, I’d become a pervert like him.

“Young Master Qin, you have so many subordinates, why don’t you have them do these things? These targets are ordinary people; even a few thugs could kill them.” I couldn’t hold back and exposed his identity.

“You know who I am?”

A hint of surprise flickered across Qin Wenyou’s face. His excited demeanor immediately vanished, returning to his usual gentle and polite self. He was a terrifying madman; you never knew when he was normal.

“Yes, didn’t you know you’re quite famous?” I said with a mocking tone.

“Then you must be very clear about my past, right?” Qin Wenyou picked up a black teacup and slowly took a sip of water. “The old me was indeed a scoundrel who committed all sorts of evil. The crimes I committed, dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough to atone for them. Heaven punished me, but it also gave me a long time for self-reflection. I live in guilt and unease every moment. Mr. K, do you still think I’m that twisted psychopath? No, you’re wrong. Now, I just want to be a good person useful to society. I want to do everything I can to atone for the sins I committed in the past.”

“Killing also counts as atonement?”

“Killing good people certainly doesn’t count, but killing bad people, from another perspective, is a good deed. Honestly, tell me, which of those scumbags I found doesn’t deserve to die?” Qin Wenyou discussed it with me very seriously.

“With your abilities, killing those people is as easy as crushing ants. Why do you need me?”

“I used to be a businessman, and a competent businessman always knows one rule: give the job to the most professional person, that way efficiency will be high. Mr. K, in my eyes, you are the most professional assassin. Please don’t doubt my sincerity anymore. I can even increase the reward, three times, five times, whatever you want…”

Damn it, damn it!

I almost couldn’t suppress the urge to stab him. His self-righteous sense of justice, his twisted values, his instinctive habit of using money to control others.

Ultimately, in his eyes, he was a higher being, and everyone else was a lower animal.

He was just finding boring excuses; he was naturally a pervert who enjoyed tormenting others.

“Whatever, but after this month, I’m done. Then you can find someone else to be your blade of justice.” I picked up the photos of the targets, my face ashen, and walked towards the door.

As I left, I glanced at Qin Wenyou sitting in the chair out of the corner of my eye.

He looked a little disappointed, but a strange smile played on his lips.

The teacher who sexually assaulted the female student? I blew his anus to smithereens with a single shot.

Qin Wenyou’s elaborate death package seemed like too much trouble to me.

The nanny who burned the elderly person? I tied a plastic bag over her face, and she stopped struggling in two minutes.

Qin Wenyou repeatedly emphasized twenty-four hours of torture, but I’m not that twisted.

The man who was having an affair with his mistress? I arranged a car accident. He died instantly upon impact.

The two-thousand-word “indictment” Qin Wenyou gave me? I tossed it straight into the trash.

Like an employee who didn’t agree with his boss’s philosophy, I became more and more perfunctory. To my surprise, Qin Wenyou didn’t show the slightest displeasure.

He always paid promptly, always praised me, and repeatedly tried to persuade me to take on more jobs before quitting.

But my mind was made up. Qin Wenyou’s appearance made me weary of the assassin profession, while Ye Qing’s appearance filled me with anticipation for a new life.

Assassin K, that identity was drifting further and further away from me.

“Mr. K, this is the last one.” Qin Wenyou calmly handed me a photo.

I glanced at it, and every pore on my body tingled with dread.

Zhou Mo, the new chairman of the Qinlian Conglomerate. I heard Qin Wenyou’s father specifically brought him back from abroad to manage the company. In just two short months, he had completely regained all the public trust Qinlian Conglomerate had lost, and its stock prices were soaring. Newspapers called him the savior of Qinlian. Killing him at this point would surely cause a massive uproar.

“Does this person also affect your sense of justice?” I asked sarcastically, thoroughly disgusted with Qin Wenyou.

“No.” Qin Wenyou shook his head slightly. “He is an excellent young man. The company is doing better under him than ever before, and in the foreseeable future, it could reach an unprecedented height of glory.”

“Then why do you want to kill him?”

“Because I don’t want him to become another me.” Qin Wenyou said something incomprehensible. “Just like the old me, no matter who sits in that position, they will become like that. Mr. K, haven’t you heard that fable, if you could travel back in time, would you kill a murderer in their childhood? No one wants to kill a child, but if left to grow, he will become a demon that harms the world. Zhou Mo is such an existence. Mr. K, please, you must nip evil in the bud.”

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder rumbled in the sky, and outside the window, it was like the end of the world as the torrential rain finally poured down.

It was like an addiction. Qin Wenyou’s bloodlust grew more intense by the day. At first, it was one hit every two weeks, then one a week, and lately, it had become almost one a day.

Savoring the desperate, hideous process of his targets’ deaths had become his greatest hobby.

“Mr. K, you have to take care of this guy as soon as possible. Every second a piece of trash like this stays alive is a mockery of justice.”

Qin Wenyou slammed his fist onto the table in anger, the newspaper rattling right in front of me.

It was a high school math teacher who had sexually assaulted his own student, repeatedly threatening the girl to keep her silent until she finally jumped to her death.

“Mr. K, don’t let this bastard die too easily. Make him reflect on just how much he deserves to die…”

A nanny who abused the elderly, burning an old woman alive in her home just to cover up the evidence of her crimes.

“Mr. K, this one must be dealt with tonight. My conscience and sense of justice won’t let me sleep; he cannot be allowed to live until tomorrow.”

A man who, in order to carry on an affair with his mistress, locked his mother—who suffered from Alzheimer’s—out on the balcony, causing the old woman to fall to her death.

“Damn it.”

This psycho had completely lost control. Every waking moment, he was obsessed with having me kill someone. If this kept up, he’d turn me into a freak just like him.

“Young Master Qin, you have so many men under your command. Why not have them do it? These targets are just ordinary people; you could hire a few street thugs to do the job.” I couldn’t hold back anymore and called him out on his identity.

“You know who I am?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Qin Wenyou’s face. His manic demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a quiet, polite facade. He was a terrifying madman; you never knew which second he was actually sane.

“Yeah. Don’t you know how famous you are?” I said, my tone laced with mockery.

“Then you must be very clear about my past, right?” Qin Wenyou picked up his black teacup and took a slow sip. “The person I was before really was a piece of trash who committed every evil imaginable. The crimes I committed couldn’t be redeemed even if I died a hundred times. Heaven gave me punishment, but it also gave me a long time to reflect. I live every moment in guilt and unease. Mr. K, do you still think I’m that perverted psychopath? No, you’re wrong. Now, I just want to be a good person who is useful to society. I want to do everything in my power to atone for the sins of my past.”

“Does killing count as atonement?”

“Killing good people certainly doesn’t, but from another perspective, killing bad people is a form of charity. Be honest with yourself: of all the scum I’ve found, which one didn’t deserve to die?” Qin Wenyou debated with me in all seriousness.

“With your capabilities, killing those people is as easy as crushing ants. Why come to me?”

“I used to be a businessman—a competent one. I always lived by one rule: leave the work to the most professional people to ensure maximum efficiency. Mr. K, in my eyes, you are the most professional killer. Please, stop doubting my sincerity. I can increase the pay—three times, five times, whatever you want…”

Damn it, damn it all!

I could barely suppress the urge to plunge a knife into him. His self-righteous sense of justice, his warped values, and his instinctual habit of using money to control others.

When it came down to it, in his eyes, he was a superior being, and everyone else was just a lower animal.

He was just looking for a boring excuse; he was a pervert who was born to enjoy tormenting others.

“Whatever. But after this month, I’m done. You can find someone else to be your blade of justice then.” I grabbed the photos of the targets and walked toward the door with a grim face.

As I left, I caught a glimpse of Qin Wenyou sitting in his chair out of the corner of my eye.

He looked a bit dejected, but the corners of his mouth were curled into a strange, twisted smile.

The teacher who assaulted the student? I blew his anus apart with a single shot.

I found the “death packages” Qin Wenyou prepared to be far too troublesome.

The nanny who burned the old woman? I tied a plastic bag over her face, and she stopped struggling in two minutes.

Qin Wenyou had repeatedly emphasized twenty-four hours of torture, but I wasn’t that much of a freak.

The man who cheated on his wife? I staged a car accident, and he died the moment of impact.

The two-thousand-word “indictment” Qin Wenyou gave me? I tossed it straight into the trash.

Like an employee who didn’t agree with his boss’s philosophy, I became increasingly perfunctory. To my surprise, Qin Wenyou didn’t show a hint of displeasure.

He was always quick to pay, always sang my praises, and kept trying to convince me to take on more jobs before I retired.

But my mind was made up. Qin Wenyou’s presence had made me weary of the assassin’s life, while Ye Qing’s arrival had filled me with hope for a new beginning.

Killer K—that identity was drifting further and further away from me.

“Mr. K, this is the final one.” Qin Wenyou handed me a photo with a calm expression.

I took one look, and every pore on my body began to tremble.

Zhou Mo, the new chairman of the Qinlian Conglomerate. Word was that Qin Wenyou’s father had specifically brought him back from abroad to manage the company. In just two short months, he had won back all the public favor the conglomerate had lost, and the stock price was climbing steadily. The newspapers called him the savior of Qinlian. Killing him at a time like this would surely trigger a massive tidal wave.

“Has this person also offended your sense of justice?” I asked, feeling a deep revulsion toward Qin Wenyou.

“No.” Qin Wenyou shook his head slightly. “He is an excellent young man. The company is doing better under him than it ever has before, and in the foreseeable future, it could reach unprecedented heights of glory.”

“Then why do you want to kill him?”

“Because I don’t want him to turn into another me.” Qin Wenyou said something nonsensical. “Just like the person I was before—no matter who sits in that seat, they will eventually become like that. Mr. K, haven’t you heard that parable? If you could travel back in time, would you kill a murderer when he was a child? No one wants to kill a child, but if left to grow, he will become a demon that harms the world. Zhou Mo is exactly that kind of existence. Mr. K, please, you must nip this evil in the bud.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderclap rolled across the sky. Outside the window, it looked like the end of the world as a torrential downpour finally began to fall.