As the sun gradually rises, the number of pedestrians on the street slowly increases.
In a milk tea shop in the commercial district of New Yan City, a college student named Xiao Li arrived early to start his part-time job.
Although it was just a part-time job, Xiao Li worked very hard because his boss never delayed paying wages and always paid daily.
However, when Xiao Li opened the shop door today, he saw that his boss had already arrived.
This was strange, because the boss usually didn't arrive this early, so Xiao Li was a little surprised, but still greeted him, "Good morning, boss."
The boss looked up, nodded, and said that he liked this kind of innocent and pure college student the most. The part-time job didn't pay much, but the value they created was a lot. In short, they were cost-effective.
As long as their wages are paid on time and these college students are respected, they are happy to work part-time like slaves.
Therefore, the boss never delays wages, nor does he lose his temper with these part-time college students. Cheap labor is worth coaxing with kind words.
Xiao Li had no idea what his boss was thinking. As usual, when there were no customers, he would chat with his boss. He asked, "Boss, did you see the trending topics this morning?"
"Trending topics? What trending topics?" The boss frowned. He had been busy with PvP ranked matches all night and hadn't had time to pay attention to trending topics at all.
Moreover, the recent trending topics are all about entertainment gossip, whether it's someone cheating or someone having an affair, which he has absolutely no interest in.
Seeing that his boss seemed completely unaware, Xiao Li immediately felt the urge to share and said with a gossipy look, "This morning's trending topic is about a mentally ill serial killer who appeared in a residential area of New Yan City last night and killed 12 people in one night. It's absolutely terrifying."
The boss was somewhat surprised and curious. He immediately took out his phone, opened the trending topics, and sure enough, he saw the relevant reports.
A mental patient Wei escaped from a mental hospital and entered a residential community. After getting into an argument with a resident, he suffered a mental breakdown and began a random killing spree in the community.
After seeing this trending topic, the boss felt a chill run down his spine, "Killing 12 people in a row, that's really ruthless."
Xiao Li quickly nodded in agreement and said, "Right now, there's a huge online discussion about this. The old question of 'Should a mentally ill patient be sentenced for murder during an episode' has been brought up again."
"Mentally ill people who commit murder should be sentenced normally; more people support this view."
The boss scoffed, "That's impossible. This thing is a back door for certain people."
After saying this, his face suddenly darkened, as if he had thought of something.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Xiao Li asked, oblivious to the situation.
The boss calmly waved his hand. "It's nothing, you can get back to work."
The clock hands kept moving forward, and the number of customers in the milk tea shop gradually increased.
A pale-faced young man with a somewhat gloomy expression pushed open the shop door, sat down casually, and the people in the shop seemed not to see him, leaving him to sit alone in the corner.
This person was Hu Jiu, who was fiddling with his phone, collecting information from the internet.
He wasn't just looking at the aftermath of domestic Supernatural events; he also paid attention to international news.
While Du Zhong has caused quite a stir abroad, there is not much related information on the Chinese internet. Even when some inappropriate things do appear, they are automatically regarded as fantasy stories by the majority of netizens.
After all, there are just too many people spouting nonsense online these days.
After sitting for a while, just as Hu Jiu was about to randomly remodel the milk tea shop, he suddenly noticed something even more interesting.
He looked out the window, his gaze stretching out until it landed on an office building housing a third-party debt collection company.
Lao Luo rubbed his eyes, sitting sleepily at the front desk, seemingly serious, but his mind was already wandering far away.
As an employee of a third-party debt collection company, his job was usually quite leisurely. Although the policies had changed and they could no longer engage in the same unbridled violent debt collection as before, they still had plenty of strength and means to harass debtors.
Those who choose to borrow money from online lenders and end up defaulting are mostly poor people from the lower classes who have no recourse for their grievances and can only endure it.
Just as Lao Luo was lost in thought, everything suddenly went black before his eyes, and a young man dressed in all black, with a pale face that seemed almost inhuman, stood in front of him.
"Who are you? Do you even know where this is?!" Lao Luo wanted to shout at the person who had barged in out of nowhere, but the cold and evil aura surrounding the other person made him feel a chill down his spine, and he couldn't say anything. In the end, he could only ask a normal question.
"Where is your boss?" Hu Jiu's voice, like his temperament, was as vicious as an icicle falling from the sky and striking a person's skull, ringing in Lao Luo's ears.
In an instant, Lao Luo realized that this strange person in front of him probably had ill intentions and was not someone he could easily provoke.
So he decisively lowered his stance and said considerately, "Young man, our boss is on the fourth floor."
Hu Jiu smiled at him, and in an instant, Lao Luo was stunned. His eyes became dull and lifeless, and his originally rosy complexion turned ashen.
Hu Jiu walked up the stairs without any hindrance, and the people around him seemed to ignore him and were completely unaware of his presence.
In a daze, Lao Luo felt a chill run down his spine and thought he was seeing a ghost. He continued to drift off into a daze and walked out of the office building.
In his lavish office on the fourth floor, Luo Dian leaned back in his chair, a fancy dagger flashing in his hand, his expression a mixture of excitement and bloodlust.
As the small boss of a violent debt collection company, he appears to be a debt collector for large corporations, but in reality, he enjoys the thrill of violently beating others.
Unfortunately, with the country's policies becoming more and more comprehensive in the past two years, he can no longer arbitrarily torment debtors as he did before.
That's such a pity.
What he really wanted to do was kill. He had killed someone when he was in junior high school. At that time, the laws protecting minors were quite strong, and his family was rich and powerful. He spent a year in a juvenile detention center before being released and regaining his freedom.
After regaining his freedom, he continued to harass the entire family of the classmate he had killed, causing them unbearable pain.
To this day, he still misses the feeling of blood splattering and personally ending a life—it was incredibly exhilarating!
Thinking of this, Luo Dian's lips curled up slightly. Over the years, he had taken many lives, but he would no longer act like he did when he was a child, killing people without any attempt to cover it up.
Now he can easily destroy the evidence and have the police treat it as a missing person case. With the protection of his superiors, he can live a carefree and happy life!