Scissor Seven Assassin -

The old man laughed—a wheezy, smoker’s laugh. Then he stopped. “Do it quick. My back hurts anyway.”

“I’m building dramatic tension,” Seven whispered back.

His vest buzzed. The voice of his manager, Dai Bo, crackled through a hidden speaker. “Seven. You’ve been a fern for twenty minutes. Kill him or come home. The electricity bill is due.” scissor seven assassin

“I can’t,” Seven said. “You feed stray cats.”

“No,” Seven panted.

Old Chen patted Seven’s shoulder. “I’ll teach you to make proper wonton soup. As thanks.”

Seven grabbed the old man’s wrist. “Run.” The old man laughed—a wheezy, smoker’s laugh

“Yes. That’s me.” Seven bowed. “I’ve been hired to kill you.”