On the Possibility of Picking up a Rice Ball [Wen Ye]

Note: The text is in third person My name is Anonymous and I am a port mafia cadre. During a business trip in Europe, I accidentally picked up a small furry bird. Unlike other guys, he can neither fight a bear with his bare hands nor drink vodka. Although he looks mysterious, I firmly believe that he is just a good, innocent, anemic and frail boy. It's just... Every time he touches my head to kill me, I always feel a cold feeling on my back? * Mission: Justice will eventually defeat evil and justice will never be absent