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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Liu Meng tied her hair into a ponytail and changed into sportswear, hiding her attractive curves beneath long white pants. She also wore a pair of sungla.s.ses and a hat which covered most of her forehead.

　　After exiting the residential neighborhood where the taxi driver lived, Liu Meng had decided to change her outfit to prevent her judgment from being influenced by the way people looked at her. Her thoughts were fl.u.s.tered from the realization she had earlier in the night, prompting her to be more cautious in the case of an irreparable mistake.

　　This was the true test of the domain. The mission could not be completed without taking another's life, and yet a single mistake would spell doom.

　　As dawn broke, the streets gradually filled up with people, most of them being employees or students going through their daily commute. Liu Meng followed the flow of the crowd to a bus station.

　　There, Liu Meng found a young, beautiful woman who was nicely dressed listening to music as she waited for the bus. The girl had a bag of fried chicken, and she lightly tapped her foot to the beat of the music she was listening to.

　　Whenever someone would glance at her, attracted by her youthful charm, she would flash a smile.

　　'A life free of worries… I miss those times.' Liu Meng thought to herself.

　　"Excuse me." A voice interrupted Liu Meng's train of thought. She turned around and saw a woman in her thirties dragging a little kid along with her, looking impatient.

　　Liu Meng nodded and walked back. 'Looks like she's bringing her kid to school...'

　　The boy moved around incessantly, throwing grimaces at the people around. The mother seemed worried about her child's safety around the oncoming vehicles as she tightly held her son's hand.

　　After a short wait, the boy noticed the fried chicken that the girl had, staring at it curiously.

　　"Mommy, I want fried chicken!" He said after finally being unable to resist the temptation of the succulent-looking chicken.

　　The young mother was preoccupied with her phone. She looked at the young girl and jokingly said to her son, "Why don't you ask her over there? Maybe she'll give some to you."

　　Unabashed, the boy immediately raised his voice. "I want fried chicken!"

　　The young woman, who was still listening to her music, did not hear the boy's plea. She removed her earphones and stared back at the boy, confused.

　　"I want to eat fried chicken." The boy repeated in a petulant voice.

　　She frowned at the way the boy talked to her, glanced at the young mother, and put back her earphones.