> I met Qing Ye, a top-tier killer, in a scam compound in the Golden Triangle.
> He was covered in wounds, but I excitedly treated him like a hands-on marketing prop: "Sir, would you be interested in investing?"
> Every day, while helping him wash, I diligently recited my sales pitch: "You have to pinpoint the customer's pain points!"
> Then I heard the supervisor beating an escapee: "Run again, and we'll take you apart and sell your organs!"
> Terrified, I dropped my notebook. Qing Ye's icy voice sounded behind me: "Want to stay alive? Come with me tonight."
> During our escape, he snapped a guard's neck with one hand. Blood splattered across my face. "Close your eyes."
> I trembled as I wiped away the blood. "No. I want to remember what these demons look like."
Science fiction movie, pretty good