After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

10,000 meters above the ground.

The Gulfstream G650ER private jet is flying smoothly in the stratosphere.

The cabin was dimly lit and the temperature remained constant at 24 degrees Celsius. Xia Wanying leaned back lazily in the leather sofa of the first-class cabin.

She was wearing an extremely thin black silk slip dress, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs.

Her legs were casually crossed, and the shimmering black stockings, a Parisian haute couture style, gleamed with a delicate and alluring sheen under the reading light.

She held a glass of Romanée-Conti in her left hand and flipped through data on her tablet with her right.

Across from them, three senior female executives from European mergers and acquisitions projects sat upright, sweat beading on their foreheads as they reported.

"President Xia, this 13 billion euro infrastructure acquisition in Western Europe will give Dinghe Group a monopoly as long as it's signed by tomorrow morning..."

A senior private secretary walked over, holding a specially made encrypted satellite phone, looking flustered.

"Mr. Xia, this is an emergency call from the Board of Trustees of Kyoto University."

Xia Wanying frowned slightly. In front of Brother Chuan, she was a sweet and adorable "sweet strawberry" who begged for kisses; away from Brother Chuan, she was an empress who controlled a trillion-dollar business empire. Normally, no one dared to disturb her when she was receiving reports from figures worth tens of billions.

She answered the phone.

"Chairman Xia, something's happened. Zhu Xunchuan went missing last night, and the Municipal Public Security Bureau and the military have already intervened..."

"Click."

An extremely crisp cracking sound rang out inside the cabin.

Xia Wanying crushed the wine glass in her hand. Shards of glass pierced her palm, which was covered in black lace gloves, and blood mixed with the crimson wine flowed down.

The wine slid down her fair swan neck, flowed over her delicate collarbone, and disappeared into the deep cleavage of her black silk nightgown, staining large patches of her snow-white skin red.

Those around him were terrified and rushed forward to help wipe the wound, while the accompanying female doctor immediately bandaged it.

Those fox-like eyes, which usually gazed at Zhu Xun Chuan with affection, were now cold and devoid of any human warmth.

"Turn around." Xia Wanying threw down the broken glass, her voice hoarse.

The senior female manager opposite her was shocked: "President Xia! The signing ceremony tomorrow morning..."

"I told you to turn back! Go back to Kyoto!" Xia Wanying suddenly stood up. Her silk nightgown clung to her extremely voluptuous curves. She kicked over the rosewood tea table in front of her.

The female captain, drenched in sweat, rushed out of the cockpit: "President Xia, we didn't apply for the flight path. A sudden emergency landing will be flagged by air traffic control..."

Xia Wanying walked up to the captain, and the oppressive aura emanating from him was suffocating.

"This plane costs 30 million in maintenance fees every year. I'm not keeping you around to listen to your rules." Xia Wanying said, enunciating each word clearly. "Forced landing. I'll pay the fine. If your license is revoked, I'll support you for the rest of your life. If I can't get back to Kyoto within an hour, you're all packing your bags and jumping into the sea."

The female captain swallowed hard and immediately turned and rushed into the cockpit.

The plane drew an extremely dangerous arc in the sky, tearing through the clouds and heading straight east.

Xia Wanying picked up the satellite phone and dialed the number of the security director of Dinghe Group.

"Break down the dark web's servers in the Asia-Pacific region. The initial investment is 500 million." Xia Wanying looked out at the dark night sky. "Release the news that we're adding a 1 billion cash reward. Anyone who can get him, dead or alive, it doesn't matter. If it's the latter, this 1 billion will be used to buy off the killer's entire family."

An hour and a half later.

The private helipad of Dinghe Group in the southern suburbs of Kyoto.

A fierce wind howled. The Gulfstream's tires screeched against the ground, puffing out large amounts of white smoke. As soon as it came to a stop, the cabin door opened instantly.

Xia Wanying wore red-soled stilettos and a pure black haute couture trench coat, underneath which she still wore the blood-stained silk nightgown and black stockings. Her hand was already bandaged.

On the tarmac, fifty black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars were parked neatly, with a stretched Maybach Pullman at the very front.

Hundreds of executives and security personnel from Dinghe Group, dressed in black suits, kept their heads down and dared not breathe.

Xia Wanying stepped off the gangway.

"All twelve construction projects in the city are to be halted immediately. Pay all 30,000 workers double their daily wage and send them out into the streets to search for more people." Xia Wanying gave the orders as she walked towards the Maybach. "Notify the public relations department to buy up all the large screens on landmark buildings in Kyoto. Display his photo."

The security director, sweating profusely, followed closely behind: "Mr. Xia, after the bounty was issued on the dark web, all the gray-market personnel in Kyoto went crazy. We've received thousands of leads so far, and we're currently verifying them. However, a private investigator claims to have pinpointed the exact location; the person is waiting for you outside."

"Tell him to get over here."

Xia Wanying sat in the spacious back seat of the Maybach. The car door opened wide.

A man with a mustache was escorted over by bodyguards. His eyes were fixed greedily on the stunningly beautiful, wealthy woman in black stockings in the back seat of the Maybach. He was a notorious detective, specializing in scamming wealthy families out of their deposits. He casually photoshopped a picture, confident that women in a state of panic were the easiest to deceive.

"Mr. Xia, I've found out. The person has been kidnapped to an abandoned warehouse in the eastern suburbs. Please pay a deposit of 20 million, and I'll lead the way immediately." The man with the mustache handed over his phone, the screen displaying a blurry composite photo.

Xia Wanying leaned back in her leather seat, her legs elegantly crossed. She didn't even answer her phone, only giving the man a cold glance.

With the intuition of a top conglomerate heiress, coupled with her extraordinary intelligence, she saw through the other party's hand at a glance.

In front of Zhu Xun Chuan, she was a delicate little brat who couldn't even open a bottle cap. But in front of outsiders, she was a ruthless capitalist tyrant who would kill without blinking an eye.

"The lighting and angles in the composite photo are wrong. Your eyes are wandering, and your right foot is back. Are you planning to take the money and run?" Xia Wanying said calmly.

The man with the mustache's expression changed drastically, and he turned to run away.

"Break both legs." Xia Wanying casually lowered the soundproof panel on the car window. "Let the whole city know what happens when you try to fool me with fake news."

Two Russian bodyguards, each 1.9 meters tall, strode forward and pressed down on his mustache.

The sickening cracking of bones and the piercing screams instantly echoed across the tarmac.

Xia Wanying didn't even glance out the window. She knew Zhu Xunchuan was surrounded by many women at school. She even knew about the female counselor and the military district's rich girl. She could play along, pretending to be jealous and acting coquettish.

But things are different now. Someone has crossed her line.

"Are you all useless?" Xia Wanying looked at the hacker team leader sitting in the passenger seat.

The person in charge's fingers flew across the portable server keyboard: "President Xia, the police's Skynet system has been taken over by the military, so we can't get in. But I used the backup plan; we hacked into the cloud-based dashcam database of three million private cars in the city!"

Get to the point.

"We used big data facial recognition and cross-checked all vehicles that were near Peking University last night," the person in charge shouted excitedly. "We've got it! It's a black Volkswagen with a fake license plate! We've also done super-resolution magnification on the dashcam footage, and there's a pendant with a unique gardenia scent hanging inside the car!"

Xia Wanying's eyes narrowed: "Where's the trajectory?"

"It avoided all the surveillance cameras, but it couldn't avoid private cars on the street. The last time it appeared in another car's dashcam footage was in an abandoned wine cellar area behind the Xishan villa district!"

"Drive," Xia Wanying uttered.

The convoy's engines roared deafeningly. Fifty Mercedes-Benz G-Class escorts, like a black torrent of steel, tearing through the night sky of Kyoto and heading straight for the western suburbs.

At this time in the western suburbs, the Z-10 attack helicopter was still circling in the air, and the police assault vehicles had just arrived at the perimeter.

Meanwhile, in many streets of Kyoto, an even more bizarre and terrifying anomaly is unfolding.

The once bustling commercial streets, quiet alleyways, and chaotic bar districts were suddenly flooded with countless people.

These men were not in uniform, nor were they carrying heavy weapons. Most of them wore black vests, were shirtless, and had tattoos of blue dragons and white tigers all over their bodies. They carried steel pipes, baseball bats, and even machetes.

Ten thousand. Twenty thousand. Thirty thousand.

The number is still increasing rapidly. They are like zombies in a movie, silently and violently emerging from every dark corner of the city.

All nightclubs have closed. All underground casinos have shut down.

The four major gangs and eighteen sub-gangs under Jiang Ting, the king of Kyoto's underworld, were all mobilized.