The Horror Show: Livestreaming from the Yin-Yang Space

"Eight thousand eight hundred for the full package, eight hundred eighty for preliminary investigation." I smoked as I looked at the girl before me. Her face was barely as big as my palm, and her school uniform made her look even younger and more innocent.

Under my gaze, the girl hesitated. "Eight hundred eighty? I... I only have ninety yuan on me. Can I pay you the rest when I have the money?"

"Ninety is fine. Put it on the table and you can go. I'll give you an answer in three days."

"Y-you're not a scammer, are you?" The girl clutched the few dozen yuan in her hand, feeling helpless in front of the man, but unable to do anything but trust him.

"Trust, loyalty, authenticity, efficiency, honesty, and confidentiality are the principles of our business. What you just said questions my professionalism. If you don't trust me, you can find someone else. But since you've chosen me, you have to trust me completely!" As I spoke, I pulled the money from her hand and brusquely told her to leave. I'd contact her as soon as I had news.

At this point, I'm sure a lot of people will misunderstand me and think I'm a bastard who bullies minors and traffics young girls.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.