Berlin Night Hunt: His Wager Won’t Let You Escape

Late at night in Berlin, Chu Ci had just stepped out of a 24-hour convenience store when a man carrying a motorcycle helmet intercepted her. His name was Jiang Linyuan, twenty-six years old, with a pair of gray eyes as if tempered by fire. He said, someone harassed you last night, so today you need to wear new shoes, put on fresh clothes, and there shouldn’t be a trace of sorrow left on your face. Chu Ci never imagined that a casual reply would hurl her into a bottomless game of calculation. He was the youngest godfather of Berlin’s underworld, accustomed to controlling everything and to others steering well clear of him. Yet this Eastern woman not only didn’t shrink away, but met him with a pair of clear, unflinching eyes — and even dared to…