Chapter 2: The Brightest Star of the Security Bureau
Hoàng Hải Vân shook her head in concern, feeling a bit worried for the young man. The city had been in chaos lately, with frequent murders, and the victims were all male. Why was he standing here alone, admiring another man on the big screen?
Sure, the man on the screen—judging by his charisma, talent, and looks—was indeed outstanding. But this boy looked so young, probably not even of age. Did he really need to stare at the screen so intently?
Just as she was about to approach him, someone suddenly grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Before she could cry out, a voice whispered in her ear:
"Hoàng Hải Vân, don't go near him."
She widened her eyes in surprise. It was Vũ Phi Toàn—the brightest star, the most beautiful flower of the Security Bureau.
He was famous not only for his looks but also for his exceptional skills. Every mission assigned to him was completed flawlessly. That was why, despite his young age, he had already secured a critical position in the bureau.
So the rumors were true—the more handsome a man is, the more likely he is to be gay, and the gayer he is, the more handsome he becomes.
With a teasing tone, she said, "Even if you like him, you should go for someone closer to your age. He's just a kid. Do you want to end up in jail?"
Before Vũ Phi Toàn could explain, a drunken man suddenly appeared beside the young boy. With a sleazy grin, he reached out and stroked the boy's face.
"Didn't expect to see such a delicate beauty in this world. How about I take care of you, huh?"
A shiver ran down Hoàng Hải Vân's spine. If it were her in the boy's position, she would have kneed the bastard right between the legs.
Yet, the young man remained completely still, eyes fixed on the giant screen.
For a brief moment, she thought she saw something terrifying—a flicker of cold, inhuman cruelty in his gaze. It was the look of a demon.
She blinked, rubbing her eyes, but when she looked again, there was nothing unusual. Maybe it was just a trick of the dim city lights.
A moment later, the young man turned and walked away, and the drunken man staggered after him.
"A filthy toad trying to take advantage of a swan," she thought in disgust.
She instinctively moved to follow and protect the beautiful youth, but Phi Toàn stopped her.
"He's not a kid. He's already 18. And those murder victims? They all had the same killer. I've been tracking the clues. There's a high chance… that the killer is him."
She stared at him, trying to process his words. It took a moment before she could speak again.
"You're saying… he's a murderer?"