My name was Zhou Mingrui, also known as Klein. I was an ordinary office worker, stuck with a work schedule I was supposed to be grateful for.
There was no helping it. Overtime meant more pay, and only when I watched the balance in my account slowly grow did I feel a little secure.
Today, my boss suddenly called me into his office. He said he had something important to discuss.
In the executive chair sat a trendy-looking middle-aged man named Huang Tao, with wavy chestnut hair. He held his phone, watching me warily as he called his daughter.
"Take this money and stay away from my daughter! From now on, you're not allowed within a hundred kilometers of her!"
Five or six black and gold bank cards smacked into my face like flowers scattered by a heavenly maiden, then clattered down my face and suit onto the floor.
I yanked the Death Knell revolver out of thin air, chambered a round, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
After the shot, Klein expressionlessly picked up the bank cards and pocketed them. Then he dragged Huang Tao's "corpse" out of the executive office.
No one in the vast company paid the horrifying scene any mind. Everyone was busy working overtime. As Klein passed a corner, he spotted a row of garbage rooms and casually stuffed Huang Tao into one.
I never thought I'd assassinate the Black Emperor twice in such a short time. Counting my earlier assassination of George III, this makes three. I'm getting better and better at it.
"But what's going on now?"
Following the extra memories in his head, Klein took out his phone and dialed a number.
[Esteemed Mr. Fool, Merlin Hermes at your service.] A low, gentle voice came through.
Klein hung up. If the man