Psychic Hunter

The camera lens blinked a few times, gradually zooming in until its focus settled on a girl stepping out of a convenience store. She wore black sunglasses and a simple, everyday outfit. Though she looked quite ordinary, an air of unique charm radiated from her.

"Wow, she's even more stunning in person. I wonder which fat, thuggish guy is keeping her," grumbled a burly man inside a battered old car parked across the street from the store. His name was Hu Guozheng, twenty years old. Despite his youth, he was notably skilled.

"Can you be quiet for a moment? This is the ninety-eighth time you've said that," complained the man beside him, the protagonist of our story, Du Bin, age twenty-five, recently graduated from university.

Hu Guozheng was not pleased to be interrupted. He put down his camera and, in a lecturing tone, launched into a tirade: "You be quiet, your whole family be quiet. I have this habit—my upper and lower lips can't touch. As the saying goes, sound is God's gift for making noise. Without noise, there's no language; without language, there's no communication; without communication, men have no romance to court women; without women, there's no next generation; without the next generation, there's no harmonious society, and without..."

"Alright, alright, now's not the time for your rambling—the target's leaving, start the car," Du Bin cut in, noticing the girl was already getting into her car and about to drive off. He quickly changed the subject b