I am an assassin, known by the nickname ‘Box’. I had forgotten it by the time I chose to become an assassin. In Newdeth City, I am somewhat famous. So, quite a few people are willing to hire me. This time was no exception. Moreover, two ‘big jobs’ came at the same time. One was to assassinate a psychologist named Hannibal, apparently because he knew some significant information that necessitated his elimination. The other was to kill a pastry chef named Giselle, who must have offended some important figure. “Consider these pastries as a…” The female pastry chef began to speak, maintaining her smile when ‘Box’, with a flick of his right sleeve, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. Grasping the dagger with his right hand, ‘Box’ thrust it straight at the female pastry chef’s neck. In the assassin’s mind, he planned to kill the female pastry chef with one blow, then pull out the dagger and throw it at the vagrant. The female pastry chef was petrified by the sudden turn of events. The paper bag filled with pastries just dropped from her hands. However, a large hand caught the paper bag before it hit the ground, just as it caught the hand holding the dagger mid-thrust. Jason, holding the paper bag full of pastries in one hand, swung the assassin in front of him with the other and slammed him hard onto the solid floor. The assassin crashed to the ground, eyes rolling back as he passed out. After stomping on the assassin’s neck once more, Jason then said to the shocked female pastry chef, The female pastry chef nodded blankly, staggering towards the outside of the shop. Staring death in the face, narrowly escaping the Reaper’s grasp. Such a feeling is completely different from being a mere spectator. When the dagger was thrust at her, she thought she was a goner. Thankfully, thankfully… Subconsciously, the female pastry chef glanced back. She saw Jason carefully placing the paper bag filled with pastries on the counter he had just cleared. This gentle act, for some reason, became incredibly attractive to the female pastry chef. Earlier hesitation, not knowing whether to speak up, now suddenly turned into firm resolve. After placing the pastries on the counter and thoroughly inspecting them, Jason noticed two of the puffs were ruined. Silently, he turned around and stomped once more on the neck of the assassin. Then, he pulled over a chair from inside the shop, sat next to the fallen assassin, and watched him. Jason began to sort through all the events that had happened from Heart Park until now that were directly related to the female pastry chef— 1. The hooligans she encountered in the morning came for the pastries with malice in their hearts. 2. The previous intruders did not truly harm Giselle; they seemed to be searching for something or preparing to interrogate her. 3. The guy before him came to kill Giselle. 1 and 3 exhibited a contrasting relationship. Both had the same essence, but completely different methods. 1 was childish, mere mischief, while 3 was clean and decisive. Jason started surveying the entire shop. “Is there anything worth finding here?” Without a doubt, there was nothing on the ground floor of the shop. Go up to the second floor? Without the female pastry chef’s permission, Jason would not go up. The female pastry chef was not an enemy. She had not caused him any trouble. She had even made delicious pastries. In front of such a person, Jason was willing to adhere to his principles. Besides, he believed that Edward, who had taken the ‘intruder’ away, would likely know more. He would probably be back soon. Indeed, Edward returned even faster than Jason had expected. Still driving solo, Edward stepped out of the car as soon as it came to a halt and headed straight for the ‘Watchdog Pastry House’. Entering the shop, he saw Jason sitting there. He glanced at the fallen assassin and involuntarily furrowed his brow. Only after confirming that the assassin was merely unconscious did Edward’s brow relax. Yet, his gaze towards Jason was somewhat strange. “Are you ‘Calamity’?”