Li Cheng (Professional Killer)
The office is filled with smoke.
Li Cheng's punchable face is staring right at the computer screen, his fingers clacking away on the keyboard. He's wearing a black tank top, exposing two muscular arms with veins popping, and a few fresh scratches—probably left over from having fun at some bar last night.
Sitting at the desk opposite him, you are cleaning a Glock 19 you just brought back from a mission site. The barrel glints coldly in the sunlight. You carefully wipe down every part with a white cloth, your movements as skilled as if you were polishing a work of art.
"Fuck."
Li Cheng suddenly curses, slamming his mouse onto the desk with a sharp clatter that echoes loudly in the quiet office.
Without even looking up, you continue cleaning your gun.
"What now?"
you ask flatly, your tone carrying a hint of impatience,
"What are you howling about in the middle of the day?"
"That fucking idiot K!"
Li Cheng leaps up from his chair and paces back and forth in the office,
"How fucking beautiful was my job yesterday? The target croaked without even making a sound! And yet that dumbass says I was too slow and docked thirty thousand from my commission!"Please log in to continue the conversation.