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The man in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Overlord, where to?"

Xian Yuzhen said calmly, "The Overlord's Mansion."

The car started moving, passing through streets, and drove into 999 Oxley Road.

Xian Yuzhen got out of the car in the garden and went straight to the magnificent doghouse standing on the lawn—Gothic style, two stories high, with a pit bull lying in front of the door. Its official name was Depo II, the son of Depo, the king of American dog fighting.

Xian Yuzhen arrived at the doghouse and softly called out, "Overlord."

"Overlord" was the name Xian Yuzhen gave to Dibo II, the same as her code name.

Hearing the call, before even opening its eyes, it had already bumped its head into Xian Yuzhen's calf, opened its mouth and hissed a few times, tilted its head back, and stared greedily at Xian Yuzhen's right hand with its bloodthirsty eyes.

Xian Yuzhen snapped her fingers, and a piece of meat weighing four or five pounds was thrown out from the flower bushes not far away. It did not bleed, but dripped blood onto the ground as it flew.

Before the steak even hit the ground, Ba Wang took a few steps back, then ran forward at top speed. He used the thighs of Xian Yuzhen, who had spread out her arms, for leverage, and his body flew into the sky like a cannonball. He bit the steak with his mouth, flipped in the air, spread his limbs as wide as possible, and landed lightly on the ground.

"Good boy!"

Xian Yuzhen praised him, not wanting to disturb the Overlord's enjoyment of the food. She merely glanced at the Overlord's Mansion plaque on the doghouse door curtain, then turned and slowly walked towards the villa.

A woman in her early twenties, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, stood at the entrance of the villa, smiling at Xian Yuzhen.

She is Wen Xuejian, Wen Banxia's niece within five degrees of kinship, the same age as "Xian Yaowen", and their school experiences largely overlapped before the second year of junior high school. They can be considered childhood sweethearts, but their relationship is not very close.

Xian Yaowen was slow to understand matters of love and never got close to female classmates. Moreover, Wen Xuejian was the wife that Wen Banxia had chosen. If Wen Xuejian hadn't gone to Southeast Asia with her uncle in the second year of junior high school, she might have become Xian Yaowen's sister-in-law.

Wen Xuejian's Nanyang is Indonesia. She has been doing medicinal herb business with her uncle. However, in addition to doing business, her uncle also had the energy to get involved in Indonesian politics and had unclear ties with the Indonesian Communist Party. He was arrested a few days ago, and Wen Xuejian was implicated.

While several inquisitive Indonesian soldiers were experimenting on her as a "military prostitute," Xian Yuzhen descended from the sky on auspicious clouds, spending a sum of money and several times the amount of experimental materials to bring her back.

"Yuzhen".

"Sister Xuejian."

"Yuzhen, I made pan-fried Shajing oysters, steamed grouper, braised pork with fermented bean curd, and millet porridge that was left over from lunch."

Xian Yuzhen smiled gently, "There's nothing better than drinking cold porridge in this weather, Sister Xuejian, let's go inside."

The two entered the dining room and ate dinner. After that, Wen Xuejian cleared away the dishes, and Xian Yuzhen took a shower and went upstairs to Xian Yaowen's study. She sat in the executive chair and took out a copy of Tacitus's "Chronicles" from the bookshelf.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she should be able to retire from the military and enter Oxford to study humanities and literature in another three or four years.

Her right fingers traced the words beneath the pages of the book, she murmured obscure sentences to herself, and with her left hand opened the left drawer. Her fingertips brushed across the three metal stars on the collar of an Army captain, past the George Cross, the Military Cross, the Distinguished Service Medal, and finally stopped at the Victoria Cross.

She did not make significant contributions to Great Britain, but she brought considerable benefits to many British intelligence officers. Therefore, every contribution she made was given representative and outstanding significance, and she was promoted to a higher rank and received all the medals available to her.

Of course, there was an implicit premise that she was able to achieve all of this: she did not intend to continue down this path. Her ultimate goal was to become an army major, retire, and then use her military merits to exchange for a title and the opportunity to study at Oxford.

As the pages of the book were turned, Wen Xuejian brought over some warm winter melon tea. While sipping the tea, they felt the sultry heat of late autumn.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the study door, and a man walked in.

"Overlord, the target has appeared at a hotel in Chinatown. He should have just taken off his clothes."

Xian Yuzhen slowly raised her head and said softly, "What are the requirements for VIPs?"

"The adulterer was chopped up and fed to the dogs, while the woman was drowned in a pig cage."

Xian Yuzhen pursed her lips, "The British like this kind of thing too. This is the last time. Let them finish their business before you make your move. After the woman is drowned in the pig cage, remember to plant lotus flowers and throw them into the deep sea."

"Yes, Madam."

After the visitor left, the study returned to its quiet state.

After reading for two hours, Xian Yuzhen placed a note on a page, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf. She took a folder from her desk, then a pen from the pen holder, opened the folder, and silently began reading the documents.

The eldest brother said that she was the eldest daughter of the Sin family and needed to take care of and manage the Sin family's business. She was in Singapore, and her nominal duty was to deal with the Malayan Communist Party. However, it would be too tiring to go into the Malayan jungle to find the Malayan Communist Party. It would be better to kill innocent people in the city nearby and claim credit for it. After all, the Sin family's enemies all looked like members of the Malayan Communist Party.

Her gaze lingered on a page of the document—the resume of a Malayan actress under Shaw Brothers. This woman's hometown was in Johor, an area where the Malayan Communist Party was active. It was easy to find several people among her childhood friends and neighbors who had connections with the Malayan Communist Party. If you said she was a member of the Malayan Communist Party, then she was a member of the Malayan Communist Party.

"Someone come here."

Click, the door was pushed open, and a man walked into the study and stood opposite Xian Yuzhen.

Xian Yuzhen tapped the document with her finger. "Who's in Johor?"

"The God of War is in Johor."

“Find two Malayan Communists in her hometown to write a statement identifying her as a Malayan Communist. After the statement is written, send her back to Hainan Island. Remember to give her a warning: if she comes back, sentence her to death and execute her immediately by firing squad.”

"A smuggling boat will arrive at Vasumang fishing village tonight, and it seems that there are elderly people who were previously repatriated to Hainan Island on board."

Xian Yuzhen's face darkened. "You're asking for trouble. Bring machine guns and mortars, set up an ambush, and leave no one alive."

"Yes, Madam."

Minutes later, the Overlord's Palace's battle hall was mobilized. The King of Soldiers led his training team in a grand procession toward Vasumang fishing village. Two speedboats were deployed on the sea to intercept the escape route of the approaching group.

The Overlord's Mansion is the power that Xian Yuzhen is building herself, with four guardians, twelve zodiac guards, and the manor master guards under her to form her security team.

In addition, there are the War Hall, Punishment Hall, Secret Hall, Finance Hall, Poison Hall, Pigeon Hall, and Work Hall, which are respectively responsible for combat, internal supervision, intelligence, financial operations, medical care, communications, and logistical support.

There is also the absolutely secretive Jue Tang, which will not reveal a word to outsiders. This is a place that cultivates elite women and sons-in-law. Once they are trained, they will be sent to suitable unmarried targets to fall in love, get married, and then create opportunities or quietly wait to eat their offspring.

Emotions are hard to control, and there's no guarantee that members of a gang won't truly fall in love with the target. Forced relationships are never sweet. Once a member falls in love with the target, plunder can be flexibly transformed into supportive cooperation. In this way, there's no need for the gang and its members to break off relations and become estranged.

Perhaps, Juetang could also be called a training course for socialites and sons-in-law.

The study fell silent again. Sin Yuk-Chun changed to a different folder and began reading DBS Group documents.

Having read more than half of it, she glanced at the calendar. Tomorrow's date was circled; she was going to visit the pregnant Wen Banxia at Lixia Farm. Wen Banxia would probably have a younger sister. After thinking for a moment about what souvenir to bring, she looked down at the document again.

Taipei.

After having Japanese food, Sin Yiu-man and Wong Chiu-wan went to the Wing Lok Theatre.

Several months have passed, but Gu Zhengqiu's influence shows no signs of waning. She remains a bestseller, with tickets in high demand. Fortunately, Prince Enterprise regularly reserves four seats in three rows, rotating the audience to support her as an employee benefit.

Two seats were reserved for us today, and Sin Yiu-man entered by scanning his face.

As soon as he sat down, Ren Xianqun, who was sitting in the first row, turned around and saw Xian Yaowen and the other person.

"Are you fucking here every day?" Xian Yaowen thought to himself, but before Ren Xianqun could speak, he greeted him first, "Director Ren."

"Mr. Xian, what brings you to the opera today?"

Xian Yaowen gestured to Wang Chaoyun beside him, "My wife, Wang Chaoyun, loves listening to opera, so I came with her."

Ren Xianqun turned to Wang Chaoyun and stared at him intently. "So it's Manager Wang. You're not staying at the restaurant today?"

Wang Chaoyun bowed slightly to Ren Xianqun, "Director Ren, hello. Yaowen rarely has time to spend with me, so I'm taking a day off."

Ren Xianqun nodded slightly in return, "I won't disturb you two any longer. I'll invite you for tea another day."

Xian Yaowen smiled and nodded slightly in greeting. When Ren Xianqun turned his face away, he looked away and placed his gaze on Wang Chaoyun's profile. He opened the paper bag in his hand, picked up a dorayaki, and put it to Wang Chaoyun's lips.

Wang Chaoyun took a small bite, then offered the rest to Xian Yaowen.

The two of them fed each other, shamelessly displaying their affection.

Ren Xianqun just revealed Wang Chaoyun's identity, and the onlookers will naturally fill in the missing parts in their minds. This action is tantamount to officially announcing the close relationship between Xian Yaowen and Wang Chaoyun. From now on, Wang Chaoyun can act under Xian Yaowen's name on a larger scale, and Xian Yaowen must take responsibility for any trouble caused by Wang Chaoyun.

There was no further conversation in the theater. After the play ended, Xian Yaowen did not go backstage to visit Gu Zhengqiu. He quietly left with the crowd, went to Ximending for a late-night snack, and then returned to Wang Chaoyun's home above the Hengyang Hotel.

The next day.

In the morning, I accompanied Huo Zhixian to the study to practice the way of business. At noon, I took Wang Youjia to Jiangshanlou for lunch. After lunch, we did not leave. We ordered a pot of tea and some snacks, and spread out the newspaper to read.

Jiangshanlou had many guests, and Xian Yaowen and Wang Youjia naturally caught the attention of others. Wang Youjia would sometimes leave the table to chat with acquaintances, and sometimes acquaintances would come over to chat with him. Xian Yaowen prepared the props for Wang Youjia's hospitality, officially announcing to the outside world that his relationship with Wang Youjia was real.

He spent the entire afternoon at Jiangshan Tower, exchanging pleasantries with many people and getting to know a few tea businessmen, none of whom were of much value and not worth his efforts to befriend; they were merely there to support the Wang You family.

Wang Youjia was quite happy. The smiles of those who had previously only feigned politeness now held a touch of sincerity. She knew in her heart that this change was all because of her young master. (End of Chapter)