Organized Crime
Even Stray Dogs Have Obsessions
The year Shen Jiuyuan picked me up, I was like a stray dog.
For ten years, I took bullets for him, rooted out traitors for him, and knelt to lick the blood from his shoes.
Everyone said I was Master Shen’s most loyal dog.
Until that night, when he gripped my chin and asked, “What reward do you want?”
I kissed his bloodstained fingertips. “I want you.”
He gave a low laugh and pressed a gun into my hand. “Then kill the person behind you for me.”
I took the gun and turned around, and the mirror reflected my pale face.
Killing Words
At our wedding, I whispered something in my husband’s ear.
Upon hearing it, he suffered a total breakdown and leaped to his death right then and there.
After he died, countless people-including the police-asked me what I had said.
I remained silent.
Five years later, while I was living in poverty, someone tracked me down. They offered a massive reward, wanting to buy those words from me.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of sentence could kill a man.
In that moment, I was overcome with excitement.
The person I had been waiting for had finally arrived.
