Honor Student License

In 1997, in the rainforests of Myanmar, Lin Mo trained his sniper rifle on a drug lord's head. Before he could pull the trigger, a family photo fell from the drug lord's arms. It was identical to the one in Lin Mo's pocket. Six years ago, his family had been killed in Myanmar. He was the only one his uncle had managed to save. His uncle had trained him to become an elite assassin: “Kill only those who deserve it.” Now his uncle had sent him back to China. “It's time you lived a normal life.” At a high school in a small county in southern Yunnan, he smelled chalk dust and stared at the geometry problem on the blackboard. The girl in front turned around and smiled. “New student, those calluses on your hands are pretty thick. Have you practiced shooting?” As he fell silent, the classroom door was kicked open. A teenager with dyed hair chewed gum. “Lin Mo? I heard you were a big shot in Myanmar.” Then the teenager suddenly lowered his voice. “Where's your gun?”