My father and my childhood sweetheart’s mother died in the same bed.
When they were discovered, their bodies were still grotesquely entangled together.
In that instant, both of our worlds collapsed.
He drove a car straight into my father’s funeral hall, smashing the memorial to pieces.
And without saying a word, I carried his mother’s urn to the windy edge of the harbor and shattered it there.
Our hatred was too fierce, too deranged—like poison-tempered blades.
For ten years we stabbed at each other relentlessly, until finally we grew tired.
He took his men and disappeared into Southeast Asia.
I stayed in Harbor City and became the number-one bounty hunter.
…
After finishing today’s target, I hurried back to the dessert shop I used to conceal my identity and treat my wounds.
The wall-mounted television was broadcasting news about Adrian Lu’s return to the country.
Once the crown prince of Harbor City’s elite circle—now the top arms dealer in Southeast Asia. His return was naturally something the media couldn’t stop celebrating.
I wrapped my wound in a careless bandage, planning to light incense for my father at the small shrine as usual.
Suddenly, the shop door burst open with a gust of wind.
A young girl with short black hair cut to her jawline rushed in.
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