Chapter Two: An 874,000-Yuan Key

Obsidian's first employee benefit was protection from Wanxing's debt collector. Its second was the news that he was not human. “Not entirely,” Zhou Jibai said, sliding a tablet toward her. Security footage showed last night's caller entering an elevator without casting a reflection. “A probability hunter. He consumes other people's misfortune to maintain a physical form. Your mother's loan was a hook used to mark you.” Jibai wore a black shirt with its sleeves folded to his forearms. His eyes had the cold clarity of winter glass. He was a crisis operative and, by Gu Minglan's order, Wanxing's guide. Wanxing squeezed the complimentary bun from the employee cafeteria. “So I don't owe the money?” “You do.”