On April 14, Qi Si paid a visit to Ruidanshen Casino.
He had not gone there to gamble, but to kill someone.
Ruidanshen Casino had a long history. Since the Federation's founding, it had stood firm in the gray zone, with influence in both legitimate and criminal circles across the world. It had long maintained an unspoken peace with the Federation: as long as it did not go too far, the Public Security Bureau would not come knocking.
As a neutral force positioned between the Federation government and the resistance organizations, it truly treated the Federation Charter like bullshit. It dared to guarantee wagers involving life and death, and dared to collect on them. A death or a discarded body was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Ever since Qi Si had left the game and realized he had lost his rich perception of the world, he had wanted to kill someone else and see whether it could awaken the talent buried deep within him, as it had ten years ago.
For the moment, he had no interest in disposing of bodies or erasing traces. Borrowing Ruidanshen's grounds and pinning a death on Ruidanshen was a decent choice.
Holding a compass he had dug out from the bottom of a box, Qi Si shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered into the alley behind the casino like an idle, unemployed drifter, slipping into a surveillance blind spot.
The streets and alleys accustomed to nightlife became desolate during the day. Qi Si quickly came across a lone gambling addict who had lost all his capital and been thrown out.
The man was in his forties or fifties, hunched over, his eyes devoid of light, every bit a walking corpse.
Killing someone like that was least likely to cause serious