A Half-Million Commission—and My Second Self Solves Crimes

Two armed men in the black van across the street. The client has been followed for at least three days.” Lu Chen used his coffee cup as a mirror. The man in the gray cap reached inside his coat. “Down!” Lu Chen overturned the table. The window exploded. A tranquilizer dart buried itself in Su Wanqing's chair. She rolled behind the counter and aimed her recorder at the door. The attacker fled, only to meet Two in the alley. A punch came. Two slipped aside, locked the wrist, and threw him to the pavement with clinical precision. The van accelerated straight at Two. “Right!” Lu Chen shouted. Two did not dodge. He kicked a broken reflective sign into the sunlight, blinding the driver.