Wolf Extermination

The gentleman sitting opposite Sanchez felt somewhat uneasy.

Anyone could tell at a glance that Sanchez was no good. His face, head, the backs of his hands, and his wrists were covered in either scars or tattoos. How could someone like that possibly be a "good person"? The gentleman wanted to change seats, but he was worried that suddenly moving might anger the gang member who had been staring at him the whole time. He could only continue pretending to read the newspaper.

"Hey, give me your newspaper."

The vicious-looking man across from him spoke. The man reading the newspaper did not react at first, but then he nodded repeatedly. "Perfect timing. I'm done reading it anyway, so..."

He saw a one-dollar bill. He did not know whether to take it. He had thought this was a "robbery" involving only fifty cents. Now it seemed it was not a robbery at all—and he had even made fifty cents.

While he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed the dollar into the pocket over the man's chest, and took the newspaper from his hands.

He looks vicious, but he should be a good person. That was what the gentleman reading the newspaper thought. At the very least, the other man had politely paid him first before taking the newspaper, which showed that he was civilized.

Since he was civilized, it would be wrong to judge him recklessly based on his outward appearance.

He turned his head toward the scenery outside the train window, as though the pitch-black night, as unchanging as ink in an ink bottle, were the most wonderful sight in the world at that moment.

Sanchez held the newspaper, the veins in his neck throbbing.

The photograph in the newspaper was a candid shot. Lin Qi was walking among a crowd,