Chapter 1

Charles entered the bathroom and extended his hand forward with a smirk on his face. "Hello, it's been ages," he greeted, not minding where he was. Authur froze, and resentfully took his hand away from the waistband of his pants. To be honest, he instantly hated the person in front of him. Stretching hands for greetings in the bathroom is totally out of the basic ethics, but for a person who has been mixing with the business world for many years, the first element is to keep calm. He didn't make his anger obvious since the person was smiling at him and also dressed elegantly. He had no choice but to accept his greeting, not wanting to offend a stranger without knowing his motives. Thinking of this, Authur also managed to grin and replied with "Hello, I'm sorry. I think I've drunk too much. If I may ask, who are ..." he was trying to show his good side to the stranger, reciprocating the greeting but he was cut off. "I heard that Mr. Authur's estate business is booming, he's busy all day long, it's normal to forget about me, a small person." Charles retorted, raising his eyebrows at the same time. "Oh my goodness! " Authur exclaimed, feeling a bit embarrassed. He was yet to finish the statement when he suddenly began to feel a tingling sensation from his palm. He hastily withdrew his hand, and angrily said, "What did you just do?" "Me? I didn't do anything?" Charles inexplicably spread his hands. "You didn't do anything?" Aurthur was furious and looked at his palm, but he didn't see any injuries. "Oh! Now, I understand" Charles seemed to understand something, pointed to the ring on his middle finger, and uttered, "It must be my ring that scratched you, shit! Wearing this wouldn't cease to make people feel uncomfortable but there's no way out, it is something that was passed down from my family's ancestor on the verge of passing away which left me no other choice than to keep wearing it. Authur scoffed, losing his patience already but still managed to compose himself. "Well, if you have something to say, please do that immediately. I still have guests to entertain." He waved his right hand impatiently, just now he didn't want to offend anyone, but when Charles made his hand hurt, he instantly began to loathe him. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Charles smiled sardonically, "Mr. Authur, since you are busy with your business, I won't bother you anymore." After saying that, he nodded his head and exited the restroom with a chagrined look. "Idiot!" Authur muttered, turning back to unbuckle his pants. Charles walked out of the door, like a magic trick, the face that was full of annoyance, in the blink of an eye turned into calm. Along the long corridor, both sides of the room from time to time came from the sound of men's laughter and women's pampering sound, The jade floor under the feet exuded a soft light, and the golden wall lamps echoed, Each room door made of good incense wood, so that the air is filled with a soothing fragrance, but these can not attract the Charles out of the door. However, none of these could attract Charles's attention. He was walking faster initially until he approached the edge of the corridor, that was when he slowed down his pace. Reaching a corner and catching a glimpse of the elevator doors just closing, Charles couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh from the bottom of his heart. Things haven't been moving well since he left his house that day. Firstly, he got a taxi to the Royal Hotel, but the result of the brakes were inexplicably bad. If broken in other places is okay, but in the vicinity of the traffic, which cost a lot of chaos before he finally got rid of the traffic police pestering. After that, he stopped another taxi, which did not drive for two miles before colliding with another taxi. The perpetrator grabbed the driver by the collar, threatening to call the cops on him, which may lead to the confiscation of the driver's license. Not to delay Charles, he had to pay five thousand dollars to settle the matter. If only he had hired a personal car, it wouldn't have happened because he is a great driver with exceptional driving skills. He arrived at The Royal Hotel, walked towards the elevator, and pressed the closing button. He was going to the tenth floor but the elevator stopped at the second floor. "Gosh! Not again!" He murmured when he kept pressing the button but realized that the elevator had broken. He wanted to play a small trick but when he noticed the surveillance camera above his head, he had to behave and was left with no other choice than to seek the hotel's security help. After being trapped for fifteen minutes, he was finally rescued. Time was no longer on his side and he thought he was going to fail that day's job. He was glad that he was left with some time to execute his job but his happiness was cut short when he saw the flashing numbers above his head. He let out a dry and bitter smile, getting frustrated Already. The elevator he rode was broken, no need to think about it. The other two elevators were a hundred meters away. Charles quickly estimated the time, he only had five minutes left to execute his job. What the fuck! He brought out a chewing gum from his pocket and put a piece of the gum in his mouth before lifting his leg towards the other end of the long corridor. Thirty seconds later, Charles had already stood in front of the elevator. He waited for another twenty seconds before the elevator door opened for him. He was feeling anxious but it was not apparent, so he lifted his step and crossed into the elevator. There were only two fashionably dressed ladies in the elevator. They glanced at Charles, then chatted quietly to themselves. A few seconds later, Charles had already stood in the restroom on the tenth floor. He glared around and listened to the sound before he mounted the force of his legs, which made his figure rise to the ground. His left hand gripped the water pipe, and his right hand caught the chewing gum that was spit out from his mouth, and quickly dabbed it on the camera. Installation of cameras in the restroom was very easy to attract people's disgust, but the management of The Royal Hotel did a great job by installing the camera in a secret place, which of course, had helped them to avoid unnecessary troubles. It was fixed at the back of the water pipe in the men's restroom but it wasn't fixed in the women's restroom since privacy is needed there. Despite hiding the surveillance camera in the men's restroom, it took Charles only a few seconds to figure it out. Charles let out a deep breath, his luck wasn't as bad as it could be after all, if there were a few people in this restroom who were conveniently in this restroom that would have mean a big trouble! The Royal Hotel's monitoring room is on the 30th floor, and the security office has its branch on the 1st floor, 8th floor, and 22nd floor, if the security guards in the monitoring room are very responsible, after finding out that the camera in the restroom on the 10th floor is malfunctioning, they immediately notify the security guards on the 8th floor to deal with it, which is gonna take two minutes to get to the 10th floor and it was more than enough for Charles to execute his job. Charles walked to a toilet door and placed his hands on the door above which made it very easy for him to jump in. Inside there were clothes that Charles had prepared, to prevent others from coming in and spoiling his business. This toilet door had already been sealed by Charles with glue. From the psychology of normal people, when they find that a door can not be opened, they basically will choose other doors and will not stay to fight or notify the security guards. Of course, they wouldn't climb to check what is going on, unless the person is a pervert., Despite there being a lot of perverts, meeting one will cause trouble for Charles but yet, he will find a way out cos he is always prepared for distraction which may cause him failure from the beginning of his mission. Charles slowly stepped out of the restroom on the tenth floor, he turned into another person, his slightly longer parted hair turned into a plate inch, his green and black suit turned into a leisure suit, his suit pants turned into jeans, and his shiny leather shoes turned into travel shoes. At the same time, inside the twenty-seventh floor of a private room, Authur was there, collapsing on the couch with his hand over his heart, while flirting with a lady. Charles, who walked out of The Royal Hotel, looked very leisurely. He did not rush to stop a taxi, instead, he walked along the street to the south like a person who was taking a walk. Charles was an assassin, a very eccentric assassin, as he adamantly did not recognize himself as an assassin. It was believed that assassins were mechanical, ruthless, and numb, to follow orders from their masters or to do whatever it took to accomplish their mission. Instead, Charles was refined, honorable, and free. He would never put himself in danger for anything. Before the assassination, he had been a dignified guest, which was what was called an assassin! Even after the assassination, only a few people could reveal his true colors. There were missions he took, there were missions he resolutely refused to take, and there were missions he took and then backtracked on, not wanting to tamper with his reputation. Charles thought that the world was already very dark, and he didn't want to hurt those who had a bright spot on them. Even though Charles's tactics were ingenious, and six or seven out of ten of the people who died at his hands were considered to have died of natural causes, eliminating a lot of trouble for his employers.