Chapter 5

Before my mom made her move, she bought a used food delivery uniform.

Having run her shop for so many years, she knew all kinds of people, and it didn’t take long for her to get the information she needed from the local gangsters.

She rode her electric scooter around the apartment complex, her hunched figure blending in easily. Years of hard work had made her back slightly curved, a detail that only helped her avoid suspicion.

It didn’t take long for her to identify his address. She knocked on the door, holding a takeout bag.

The door opened, and there he was—the punk. He grabbed the bag, glaring at her suspiciously.

"What are you staring at? Get lost!"

My soul froze. It was him. The one who had jumped me in the bushes.

My mom, staring at his hostile expression and rough demeanor, smiled meekly.

"Hey, young man, if it’s not too much trouble, could you leave me a five-star review?"

"Get out of here before I beat you!" he barked, slamming the door in her face.

The moment the door shut, my mom’s expression changed. The timid smile vanished, replaced by an icy, burning hatred.

She didn’t leave. Instead, she waited in the shadows on the rooftop, biding her time until nightfall.

When she finally broke into the apartment, the punk was already lying on the floor, unconscious, foaming at the mouth.

The takeout she had delivered was laced with enough sedatives to knock him out cold.

I watched, holding my breath, as she dragged his limp body into a suitcase she had brought.

There was a security camera near the building’s entrance, but my mom didn’t panic. She calmly pulled out a length of steel wire, hooked it around the camera, and yanked hard, twisting it to face the wall.

Then, lowering her head to hide her face beneath the helmet, she disappeared into the night.