That night, the rain was so heavy that it seemed to flood the entire city.
Wang Mao stood at the end of the alley, slowly putting on his white silk gloves. At his feet was the arrogant eldest son of the plutocrat.
"Mr. Lin, the word 'greed' on your head is so red that it turns black."
After returning from time travel, Wang Mao is no longer the down-and-out young man who is at the mercy of others, but an elegant lunatic with a [Logical Deduction System] in his hand.
In the eyes of others, he is a monster-looking antique shop owner who is on the verge of bankruptcy; in the underground world, he is a feared "scavenger."
A table, a lamp, a scalpel.
He can mend the most broken porcelain and dismantle the most well-laid plots.
When he formally put on that perfectly tailored black suit and combed his back, the whole city trembled at his logic.
"Shh, don't talk. Listen to the sound of your bones breaking. It's more moving than classical music."
