Chapter Three: Please Kill Me

He looked down at her. Beneath his gentleness stirred something almost hungry. “I remember more. I may also take more from you.” “Not without permission.” “All right.” “An order?” “A promise.” Jiming tapped the table. “A reminder: her husband is present.” “Close your eyes,” Zhiwei said. “That would be an unquantifiable loss requiring marital compensation.” Zhou Lin abruptly rose. The clock read 12:09. Four minutes remained. He removed his magazine, left one silver round in the chamber, and placed the gun beside Zhiwei. “Silver kills most anomalies, including me.” “What are you?” “I don't know.” “And your division?” “Its number is disconnected,” Jiming said, lifting his phone. “Its address was demolished twenty years ago.