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

In the direction of Xishan, the night sky was torn apart by the searchlights of the WZ-10 attack helicopter.

The Jiang family mansion in Kyoto, with a two-story main building.

The sandalwood door was violently kicked down. Jiang Yao dragged a metal baseball bat covered in paint backwards as she walked into the study, wearing Doc Martens boots.

The ground was in mess.

A priceless Ming Dynasty huanghuali wood desk was cleaved in two. A Tang Dynasty sancai (three-color glazed pottery) horse was reduced to fragments. Famous paintings and calligraphy on the wall were torn to shreds.

Jiang Yao's eyes were bloodshot, a morbid madness surging within them. Her breathing was rapid, her full breasts heaving violently.

"Dad, give me the Xuan Tie token for the brothel." Jiang Yao stared at the middle-aged man in the armchair.

Jiang Ting, the King of Hell in the North. He twirled two lion's head walnuts in his hand, looking at the mess on the ground, his temples throbbing wildly.

"For a college student whose background you don't even know, you smashed all the old things in my house? And you even have to mobilize 100,000 disciples?" Jiang Ting's voice was deep, carrying the pressure of a superior.

Jiang Yao sneered and took a step forward. The baseball bat slammed heavily onto the gold-brick floor at Jiang Ting's feet, sparks flying everywhere.

"His name is Zhu Xun Chuan. He's the man I chose." Jiang Yao's voice was hoarse, filled with an unwavering determination. "He's missing now. Twelve hours. The surveillance system can't find him, calling the police is useless. I'm going to find him myself."

"Nonsense!" Jiang Ting slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Military helicopters are flying overhead right now in Kyoto, and Dinghe Group has bought up all the dark web resources. Are you trying to make the Jiang family a target of public criticism by sending your branch out into this mess?"

"I'm not going out. If he loses even a piece of flesh, I'll kill myself." Jiang Yao pulled the silver butterfly knife from her boot and pressed it directly against her snow-white carotid artery. The blade sliced ​​through the skin, and a bead of blood seeped out.

Jiang Ting's pupils contracted. He knew his daughter all too well. Before that boy named Zhu Xun Chuan appeared, she was a thorny rose who disdained any man. Now, the thorns were all embedded in her own flesh.

"You're insane. You're really insane." Jiang Ting sighed deeply.

He opened the drawer, took out a black iron token, and threw it on the table. It was the ultimate symbol of the Jiang family's underground power.

"Two hours." Jiang Ting closed his eyes. "You must come back in two hours. Otherwise, the higher-ups will blame you, and I won't be able to protect you."

Jiang Yao put away her butterfly knife, grabbed the Xuan Tie Token, and turned to leave.

Ten minutes later.

The Jiang family's garage door suddenly opened.

Jiang Yao changed into a tight-fitting black motorcycle leather jacket. The jacket was made of extremely thin material, clinging tightly to her full and firm chest. The zipper stopped below the neckline, revealing a large expanse of snow-white cleavage and delicate collarbones. She wore matching slim-fitting leather pants, which outlined her shapely and long legs in an extremely alluring way.

She straddled a heavy Indian Black Horse motorcycle. Her long legs were on the footrests, her body leaning forward, her leather pants taut, outlining a breathtaking curve.

floor the accelerator.

The motorcycle roared like a beast as it hurtled into the Kyoto night like a black lightning bolt.

With the issuance of the Xuan Tie Token, all members of the Jiang family's four main halls and eighteen branch halls were awakened.

The once peaceful streets of Kyoto were suddenly transformed.

Countless vans and SUVs emerged from various dark repair shops and underground parking garages. One hundred thousand men wearing black vests and tattooed with blue dragons and white tigers on their arms surged into the streets. There was no commotion, no vandalism, only a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

Toll stations on eight outbound expressways, including the Beijing-Tibet, Beijing-Harbin, and Beijing-Shanghai expressways, were completely blocked by hundreds of dump trucks. Underground waterways, bus stations, and even abandoned railways in the suburbs were all barricaded.

The entire city of Kyoto was under strict lockdown; entry was permitted, but exit was not. Not even a fly could escape.

The night was deep on Xizhimen Outer Street, neon lights flashing. Cyberpunk-style lights shone on Jiang Yao's leather jacket, giving it a cold, hard sheen.

At the intersection ahead, a human trafficker from an underground bank, along with dozens of his men, was confronting Jiang's disciples.

"Why are you blocking the road? I have a shipment of goods leaving the city by water tonight! You've delayed hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue. Can the Jiang family afford to compensate me?!" The bald snakehead shouted arrogantly, spitting as he spoke.

The head of the Jiang family was about to make a move.

A deafening roar of a motorcycle approached from the street corner.

With a swift, sweeping motion, the Indian motorcycle screeched to a halt, its tires leaving two long black marks on the asphalt before coming to a steady stop right between the two groups of people.

Jiang Yao took a long stride and dismounted from the motorcycle.

She removed her black helmet and tossed it to the ground. Her long, wavy, wine-red hair danced in the night wind, and her stunningly beautiful face was as cold as ice.

The bald snakehead was stunned for a moment. That body, wrapped in tight leather, was simply too hot.

"Miss Jiang, your Jiang family is just too domineering..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Yao flicked her right wrist. A flash of silver light appeared.

"Pfft."

"Ah!!!" The bald man let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The silver butterfly knife pierced the bald man's right hand, pinning him firmly to the hood of the Mercedes-Benz van beside him. Blood gushed from the blade, staining the white paint red.

The entire place fell silent. All the thugs from the underworld were so frightened that they took three steps back and gasped in shock.

Jiang Yao, wearing high-heeled leather boots, walked up to the bald man. She bent slightly, revealing the snow-white cleavage beneath her leather jacket collar, but her tone was as cold as a demon crawling out of hell.

"Wasting hundreds of millions of your revenue in vain?" Jiang Yao reached out and gripped the knife handle, cruelly twisting it half a turn.

The bald man's eyes rolled back in pain, and his crotch was instantly soaked.

"My man is missing. If even a single hair on his head falls from his head, I'll slaughter your entire family, understand?"

The bald man nodded frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Jiang Yao pulled out the butterfly knife, wiped the blood off the bald man's suit jacket, and put it back into his boot.

Just then, a long line of riot control vehicles with flashing red and blue lights sped past in the adjacent lane.

In the passenger seat of the lead police car, Gu Qinghan, wearing a black trench coat and with her long legs crossed in black stockings, turned her head and met Jiang Yao's gaze through the car window.

One is a cold and aloof counselor within the system, the other is a triad heiress with 100,000 followers. Both see the anxiety and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

There was no fighting, no obstruction. An extremely strange tacit understanding spread between the underworld and the legitimate world. They had only one goal: to find someone.

Jiang Yao's encrypted phone vibrated in her pocket.

"Young Miss, we found it." The leader of the western suburbs branch said in a trembling voice, "We found the half-burnt, fake-plated black Volkswagen at an abandoned car junkyard. We didn't find Young Master Zhu. But we found an unburnt button in the gap of the trunk."

P.S.: I will follow Yanzu who is selected in the draw. The winner will be randomly selected from the comments/positive reviews. Familiar old readers will be randomly given an extra prize.