Hayato Kamihara sat on the sofa with a grim expression, looking at Lin Qing across from him.
"Did you really have to—"
He held out his hands, palms spread, pointing first at the sultry crimson lighting in the room, then at the luxurious bed behind him.
Hayato Kamihara looked utterly heartsick, his voice squeezing out through clenched teeth:
"Did you really have to come find me at a time like this?"
After saying that, he sighed again.
Hayato Kamihara also understood that if it were not for something urgent, Lin Qing would not have come looking for him in the middle of the night for no reason.
Compared with what Lin Qing cared about, the little issue in Hayato's pants was hardly worth mentioning.
Then, seeing Lin Qing take out the late-night snack he had bought along the way from the Ghost Room, the last of Hayato Kamihara's irritation vanished. He picked up a skewer of grilled chicken and took a bite.
"What is it this time?"
"Killing people."
Hayato Kamihara paused mid-skewer. "Back to your old trade?"
Lin Qing nodded.
"Yes, my old trade."
That old trade was, naturally, bounty hunting.
"But... why?"
Hayato Kamihara did not understand. In the past, Lin Qing had hunted criminals, rogue ninjas, and the like for money. But to the current Lin Qing, money had long since lost all meaning.
Lin Qing did not explain. He merely asked, "Do you have any candidates? Their strength doesn't matter. As long as you know where they are and they're easy to find... I don't want to waste time looking for people."
"Wait a second."
Hayato Kamihara dug out the briefcase he carried with him, took out a palm-sized notebook, and handed it to Lin Qing.
The notebook contained countless unfamiliar names, each followed by their