Chapter Two: Memory Is the Commission

Seven years had honed a boy into a dangerous, immaculate man. He wore a charcoal suit and an Obsidian Risk Control badge. Fatigue shadowed his eyes. Wanqing blocked the door. “They threatened her, and now you're here to collect the body?” “I'm here to examine the certificate,” he said, looking at Zhiwei. “And to tell her eight million was Xie Chengjun's gentlest offer.” “Are you advising me to sell, Director Gu?” “I'm advising you to live.” His right ring finger tapped the table twice. Zhiwei knew that signal. In school, whenever a teacher approached, Linchuan had tapped the window twice to warn her. The danger was real. His allegiance might not match his badge.