The sound of the door closing echoed through the room. Emma Carter sat back down in the rocking chair, lit a cigarette, and the swirling smoke enveloped her face, which could be charming or angry, as a captivating smile spread across her lips.

 “Blockbuster of the century—‘Night Lord’. That kid must be going crazy with anger right now.”

 ……

Chapter One: Such a Genius! Such a Rookie!

 If he made it through this blazing summer, Charles Bennett would officially step into the prime of his twenties, becoming a third-year student at Bailu Medical University.

 Bailu Medical University, located at the foot of Bailu Mountain in Dushan City, Yanhuang Nation, wasn’t the top medical school in the country. It was one of those institutions that was not quite the best, but certainly better than many—somewhere between first and second tier. Still, Charles Bennett was quite satisfied with this school. As an ordinary student at a fairly reputable university, he was the kind of person whose grades, athletic skills, family background, and social circle were all perfectly average.

 Charles Bennett was very pleased with this cover identity. As for his other identity, a member of the Bounty Hunter Alliance—Group Seven, Grade F Bounty Hunter of the Yanhuang Nation’s Grade D Branch—it was even simpler.

 In the summer at the end of his sixteenth year, Charles Bennett unexpectedly became an unofficial member of the Bounty Hunter Alliance. This made him, still a high school student at the time, realize he was not ordinary. At seventeen, just entering his final year of high school, Charles Bennett relied on his extraordinary talent to become a Grade G Bounty Hunter in Group Seven of the Yanhuang Nation’s Grade D Branch. Now, as he was about to turn twenty, he had taken on the task of the Grade E Bounty Hunter assessment.

 For a bounty hunter, such a resume was undoubtedly dazzling. And half a year after becoming a Grade G Bounty Hunter, Charles Bennett had accepted the fact that he was a genius bounty hunter.

 Disguise, assassination, keen observation, calm judgment, exceptional adaptability and learning ability—Charles Bennett possessed all the qualities needed to become a top-tier bounty hunter. In three years, he had taken on and completed all sorts of strange and unusual bounty missions, confident he could handle any type of task.

 But this summer, Charles Bennett’s direct superior, Group Seven leader of the Yanhuang Nation’s Grade D Branch, Emma Carter—a woman who could turn the world upside down—had carefully selected an E-level bounty hunter assessment task for him, presenting him with the greatest challenge he had ever faced.

 Gaming—something every college student was extremely familiar with, even an indispensable part of most students’ memories growing up.

 But for Charles Bennett, games and he were like day and night—two parallel lines that never intersected.

 When it came to games, he was a complete rookie.

 ……

 At the foot of Bailu Mountain, in an apartment not far from Bailu Medical University. The apartment was next to a lush park, where the summer’s dense foliage cast dappled shadows, sunlight slanting through the leaves to leave beams of dust-dancing light on the apartment’s dark window frames. The hot wind brushed past the branches where summer flowers quietly bloomed, and the air was filled with a sense of simmering, scorching heat…

 On the second floor of the apartment, a strange voice called out from a room.

 “You’re going to play a game!? And it’s ‘Night Lord’!?” William Harris stared at Charles Bennett in disbelief, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Are you sure the E-level bounty hunter assessment requires you to enter ‘Night Lord’ to complete it? I really suspect your boss is making things hard for you! You’ve worked under her for years, right? Would she not know you’re a total gaming noob?”

 Charles Bennett was gathering information on the computer. Since returning from Beidu, he had been sitting in front of the computer for a full 24 hours. His already irritable mood was made worse by his best friend’s barely suppressed laughter. Taking his eyes off the screen, Charles Bennett shot his friend a sidelong glance: “If you ask that question a fourth time, I’ll make you understand what deep-throating feels like.”

 “Hahahaha…”

 It was rare to see Charles Bennett so frustrated. William Harris couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out laughing. “As the recognized campus heartthrob of Bailu Medical University, I’d actually like to meet your boss, Xiao Qian. But on second thought, forget it. That kind of woman is way out of my league right now. Haha…”

 Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly after less than three seconds—a silver revolver was shoved straight into William Harris’s throat, the cold barrel making his eyes widen in terror.

 Holding the silver revolver in his left hand, Charles Bennett browsed through a stack of documents with his right, his tone casual: “Don’t take my words as empty threats, especially when I’m on a mission. Seems like, as a man, no one likes the feeling of deep-throating, right?”

 With a gun barrel in his mouth, William Harris couldn’t make a sound, his eyes full of pleading. Seeing this, Charles Bennett pulled out the gun, ignoring his friend’s red-faced coughing, and dragged him to the desk, stacking a pile of documents in front of William Harris.

 “Help me check if there’s anything wrong with these materials, see if anything needs to be added.”

 William Harris glared at Charles Bennett resentfully, but under the threat of the silver revolver, he had no choice but to open the documents on the desk.

 “What is this!!!”