Loves anime, loves online games, loves harmonious and affectionate GALs even more.

Graduated from a prestigious university, with a GPA as high as 1.6.

Skilled at killing, skilled at arson, not skilled at being two-faced.

I don't like making sarcastic remarks, I only like telling the truth.

I'm a straightforward person, broad-minded and thick-skinned.

Not mentally ill, nor heartless.

I am William Carter.

Unlike you, a peerless master.

Volume One: "Adventure Overture: Tianjing"

Chapter 1: I Knew Nothing Good Would Come from You Looking for Me

"Reporter Franklin Clark from the Huaxia Times reporting for you at Tiantong Port No. 7... At 3:30 a.m. Tianjing time, in the general warehouse DB201 at Port No. 7, staff discovered the body of a middle-aged man. After identification by relevant personnel, the deceased was found to be the distinguished professor Henry Dawson from a renowned higher education institution in Huaxia..."

The news footage on TV was somewhat distorted—the failure rate of old models is astonishingly high. Unfortunately, the sound still came through perfectly, making the young man sitting across from me shudder all over.

"Pfft..."

A mouthful of instant noodles with hot soup was sprayed onto the table, followed by a slight cough.

"You're disgusting, coming to someone else's house just to puke and have diarrhea. Shameless."

I casually pulled a tissue from the roll in the cupboard and tossed it onto his face.

While wiping the mess with the tissue, he asked me, "So it really was you, wasn't it?"

I glanced back at the shabby TV: "For that loser to make it onto Huaxia's evening news, I guess he died a worthy death. The increasingly boring evening news finally has something interesting to report—everyone wins... So don't bother yourself with irrelevant things."

"Bang!"

A fierce punch made the noodle bowl on the table splash soup everywhere. Under my look of intense disgust, he demanded, "Do you know how long it's been since a murder like this happened in Tianjing? Seventeen months, seventeen months! A super city with thirty million people, and not a single homicide in seventeen months—what an incredible achievement!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Public Servant, you've worked hard."

Seeing how calm I was, he deflated as well: "Talking to you is pointless anyway."

"Take money to solve problems for others—that's my professional ethics... Besides, that loser Henry Dawson had angered everyone, so he deserved to die. Ethan Ford, someone like that dying in Tianjing is actually a political achievement for you guys. Report it to the angry netizens, maybe you'll even get a solid gold medal."

Ethan Ford stared at me with an extremely resentful look for a long time, finally making me feel a barely noticeable twinge of guilt. He won...

As the capital of a superpower, Tianjing's record of seventeen months without a homicide was unprecedented. During that time, the man sitting in front of me—barely in his early twenties—contributed greatly. This astonishing achievement was about to become his ticket to rapid promotion, but now that the record was broken, Ethan Ford's disappointment was understandable.

Killing in Tianjing wasn't my intention; I just took a job, but the target lingered in Tianjing and wouldn't move. I didn't have time to wait around, so I had to get it over with. Besides, the so-called "seventeen months without a homicide" was mostly hype—if I hadn't done it, someone else would have exposed the truth sooner or later, and then the Tianjing police wouldn't look so good.

But explaining this to Ethan Ford was pointless. Knowing he worked for the Tianjing police, and still coming all this way to commit a murder, there's no way I can shake off the label of being unscrupulous. So... can we call it even for the instant noodles and soup you just sprayed all over my table?

"...Forget it, it's not like I could arrest you anyway. No point arguing. Actually, I wanted to ask you for a favor..."

My heart skipped a beat. Not good.

With his current abilities, he would never ask for help with an ordinary problem. Normally, with our relationship, doing him a favor wouldn't be a big deal, but I came to Tianjing for a vacation, not to work overtime...

I really shouldn't have acted on impulse and taken that loser out for a measly few hundred thousand. If I'd known, I should have asked for ten million to make it worth coming back.

"It's actually a simple matter..."

Last time Ethan Ford started with this line, I didn't take it seriously, and ended up having to infiltrate a temporary base guarded by an elite special forces unit—plus there was a mutant inside.

I barely made it out alive.

"Have you ever heard of the Wen family in Tianjing?"

A famous aristocratic family in Huaxia, incredibly wealthy. The hovercar I parked in the underground garage is from the Wen family's business—how could I not have heard of them?

I immediately perked up: "Do you want me to fabricate some evidence of the Wen family evading taxes?"

"...No."

"Want me to sneak into the Wen family mansion and steal priceless antique jewelry?"

"If you see anyone doing that, please be sure to notify me so I can arrest them in time."

"Did someone in the Wen family commit a serious crime and you want me to take them out?"

"You murderer, don't get cocky!"

"How about I help you burn down the Wen family's mansion..."

"Stop right there!"

...

"So, if it's not killing or arson, what do you want me to do?"