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

Before he could finish speaking...

The heavy bulletproof glass door of the command center was violently pushed open from the outside.

Four top-ranking bodyguards from the No. 1 compound of the Municipal Party Committee strode ahead to clear the way.

Fu Xinghe walked confidently into the hall in her high heels. The hem of her khaki trench coat billowed sharply with each step. She didn't look at anyone and headed straight for the central command platform.

Gu Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply when she saw the person's face clearly.

"Professor Fu... Professor Fu?" Gu Qinghan exclaimed in disbelief. She never imagined that the aloof female professor who spent all her time in the library and was unwilling to attend many classes would appear in such an extremely arrogant manner at the Municipal Bureau.

Fu Xinghe stopped and glanced at Gu Qinghan.

His gaze lacked the gentleness of someone on the podium, displaying only the absolute condescension of a superior over a subordinate.

There are no professors here.

Fu Xinghe pulled a dark red ID card from his trench coat pocket and slammed it onto Gu Zhenshan's desk.

The national emblem gleamed with a cold luster under the incandescent light.

"Special Supervisory Commissioner from the Municipal Party Committee. Fu Xinghe." Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise in the command center. "Director Gu, I will be in full command of the following operations. Any objections?"

Gu Zhenshan recognized the name on the ID and, recalling the top-secret access to the locked screen, instantly understood this aunt's true identity: the only daughter of Secretary Fu of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee!

"No...no objection! I will obey Commissioner Fu's orders!" Gu Zhenshan snapped to attention and saluted, his shirt soaked through.

Gu Qinghan felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She finally understood where Fu Xinghe's arrogance, which seemed to emanate from his very bones, came from at the opening ceremony.

Fu Xinghe walked to the control panel.

"Unlock the system." She entered a twelve-digit fingerprint password.

The large screen lit up instantly, and the Kyoto holographic map reloaded.

"Connect to the military's special line for Elder Shen." Fu Xinghe looked at the large screen. "Tell him that the municipal party committee has approved the military helicopter's cross-border operation. However, the ground assault must be coordinated with the police."

"Access Mr. Xia's cloud data from Dinghe Group," she continued, "and project the dashcam footage they hacked onto the main screen."

"Contact Jiang Ting, the head of the Jiang family." Fu Xinghe narrowed his eyes slightly. "Have his men withdraw from Xishan. Blocking the road is fine, but obstructing official business will result in my annihilation of his gang tomorrow."

One instruction after another was issued in an orderly manner.

The military, business, underworld, and police forces, which were originally fighting independently and hindering each other, were forcibly united under Fu Xinghe's extremely terrifying power tactics.

On the big screen, four data cables of different colors began to converge wildly.

The red dot represents Shen Tianxi's military thermal imaging. The blue trajectory represents Xia Wanying's big data investigation. The black marker represents Jiang Yao's underworld's carpet search of the mountains. The green blind spot represents Gu Qinghan's police surveillance network.

Four lines pinpointed a coordinate at the foot of West Mountain with unerring accuracy.

"Enlarge," Fu Xinghe commanded.

The camera zooms in rapidly. A desolate cluster of abandoned buildings appears on the screen.

"Abandoned wine cellar area No. 3 in the western suburbs," the technician reported loudly. "The owner's name is Lu Jiancheng."

Upon hearing this name, Fu Xinghe's cool eyes narrowed sharply.

"Retrieve the file. Three seconds."

A top-secret document popped up on the screen.

"Lu Jiancheng. The brother-in-law of Lu Zhenhai, the current secretary of the Tianjin Municipal Party Committee." Fu Xinghe stared at the screen, his tone icy cold. "This is a private property that the Lu family registered under a relative's name years ago. Lu Zhenhai's daughter, Lu Nianxi, is hidden inside."

Upon hearing this, the command center fell into a deathly silence.

Gu Zhenshan's legs went weak, and he almost slipped under the table.

What kind of bizarre situation is this? The daughter of the Kyoto municipal party secretary is overseeing operations from the municipal bureau to seize the private assets of the Tianjin municipal party secretary's daughter? And they're even fighting over the same man!

"Notify the assault team to lock onto the attack helicopters and have the armored vehicles clear the way. I want this wine cellar razed to the ground within five minutes," Fu Xinghe coldly ordered, turning and walking towards the door.

Gu Qinghan bit her lip until it bled, and without saying a word, she followed closely behind in her high heels.

The army sets off.

……

At the same time. Abandoned wine cellar No. 3 in the western suburbs. Basement.

The air here is cold and damp, filled with a pungent smell of formaldehyde.

The walls, covered with soundproofing foam, are adorned with all sorts of gleaming scalpels.

Zhu Xunchuan was tightly bound to an iron chair. His shirt had been cut to shreds, revealing well-defined, explosive muscles. But due to the effects of the drugs, his strength was now less than that of a junior high school student.

The muffled roar of helicopter rotors tearing through the air could be faintly heard overhead. The ground trembled slightly.

Zhu Xun Chuan knew that the women outside had already arrived. But he also knew that distant water couldn't quench a nearby fire. This sickly beauty in front of him could take his life at any moment.

"Brother Chuan, it's so noisy outside."

Lu Nianxi hummed an unknown nursery rhyme, her bare feet stepping on the cold cement floor. Her white floral dress was stained with a few drops of dried, dark red blood.

She walked to the iron table and opened an aluminum alloy medicine box with a combination lock.

There was no gauze or iodine in the box. There were only rows of glass ampoules filled with a dark blue liquid.

Lu Nianxi took out a glass syringe as thick as a baby's arm. With practiced ease, she broke the neck of the ampoule, inserted the thick needle, and slowly pulled the plunger in and out.

The pale blue liquid was drawn into the syringe, gleaming eerily under the dim incandescent light.

"Do you know what this is?"

Lu Nianxi walked up to Zhu Xunchuan. She straddled his lap, and through her floral dress, Zhu Xunchuan could feel the sickly coldness of her inner thighs.

She lifted the syringe, gently tapped the glass tube with her index finger to expel a few tiny air bubbles. A drop of blue liquid squeezed from the needle tip.

"This is a high-concentration preservative solution obtained from the black market in Country D. It was originally used on those valuable specimens."

Lu Nianxi stretched out her other hand, her cool fingertips slowly sliding up Zhu Xunchuan's firm chest, finally stopping at his carotid artery, where she gently pressed.

"You say you're not good enough for me because you're poor? That's okay, I'll take care of you." Lu Nianxi stared in Zhu Xunchuan's eyes with infatuation, a sickly flush rising on her cheeks. "They're too rich and too powerful. I can't compete with them. So I can only hide you away."

She leaned down slightly, pressed her lips to Zhu Xunchuan's ear, and breathed softly.

"Brother Chuan, if you take this, you'll never change your mind. And you won't rot away."