"Is that the life you wished for when you left Suzhou? To kill people like they're nothing?" The agent found himself puzzled of the words and lend his neck slightly to the side. His tight mien screamed disinterest. "Circumstances changes a person," Baihu simply claimed. "Circumstances doesn't force you to change into a freaking murderous machine, Lei Shan!" Chenhui argued back. Baihu took a half step forward, harsh glare burned with a scorching flame. "You can judge me all you want, Xiao Chenhui. But you know nothing of what I've been through," Baihu exclaimed hoarsely and low. "Perhaps not. But I knew you before. And I know that you obviously weren't killed in that motorcycle crash like your mother claims," Chenhui responded in the same deep whisper. For weeks, Chenhui had searched the internet dry of answers without any luck. Videos of Lei Shan's accident was all blurry, useless for any proper recognition. Stills of the scene which had been published publicly for any newsletter or television broadcast wasn't too much help either. The documents from the hospital had been thoroughly erased from the record a couple years prior, only kept to a certain year before automatically being marked as Diseased without much further information. Details from the police wasn't to obtain within a public knowledge. Lei Yan's painful statement held only agony. To the world, Lei Shan was dead and buried. But his omega had spoken its certainty. This alpha, his resemblance and scent, the auburn eyes, and his ill temper of annoyance... He was Lei Shan. Whether the man wished to acknowledge him or not was that - Chenhui couldn't force him to reestablish a long-lost friendship if not wishing to - but Lei Yan... that poor woman had lived eleven long years thinking her precious son was dead, when in fact, he was alive and residing in the same big city! But... would it benefit her to know what her son had become? A merciless dangerous killer. (Cover made by me with AI)