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

The pungent smell of formaldehyde was suffocating in the dimly lit basement.

A pale blue liquid sloshed inside a glass syringe. Lu Nianxi straddled Zhu Xunchuan's lap, the cold needle tip already pressed against the veins in his neck. With just a gentle push of her finger, this highly concentrated preservative solution would be instantly pumped into his artery.

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a sharp, stinging pain in his neck, but a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

[Hormonal Intimidation Aura] Fully activated.

An invisible yet deadly masculine pressure instantly enveloped Lu Nianxi. Her previously frenzied eyes briefly became unfocused, and her wrist, gripping the syringe, trembled involuntarily.

"Sister Lu, if this injection goes in, I'll be truly ruined." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in the iron chair, his posture still exuding a nonchalant composure even though he was bound hand and foot. "Preservatives can keep the skin intact, but they can't retain warmth. If you make me hard, what will you use to relieve your boredom on long, lonely nights? A specimen?"

Lu Nianxi's cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and her breathing suddenly became rapid. Beneath her floral dress, her bare legs instinctively tightened around Zhu Xun Chuan's waist.

"Don't lie to me..." she gritted her teeth, but her voice softened as the needle tip moved across her skin, hesitating to press the plunger. "I'll do anything as long as you stay here forever."

"I'm willing to do it too. But not as a specimen." Zhu Xun Chuan looked directly into her eyes, his voice low and husky. "Untie me first. Let me hug you. We haven't spoken in three years, don't you want to give me a proper hug?"

Lu Nianxi's defenses crumbled under the blatant vulgarity and deadly aura. Her fingers, gripping the syringe, slowly loosened.

At this critical moment.

"boom--"

A tremendous tremor swept across the concrete ground.

Above them, the ear-piercing roar of propellers tore through the deathly silence of the night sky over the Western Hills. Three blinding white beams, like giant swords, instantly pierced through the windows of the abandoned building above the wine cellar, illuminating the area as bright as day.

Lu Nianxi suddenly woke up and turned around to look at the tightly closed blast-proof iron door.

"Outside... what's outside?" Her eyes widened in terror, her morbid pretense instantly shattered by fear.

"Don't be afraid," Zhu Xun Chuan sighed and said softly, "It should be my creditors coming to collect debts."

The voice just fell.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out. The thick, ten-centimeter-thick, explosion-proof iron door was directionally blasted apart from the outside by C4 plastic explosives.

The heavy iron door, weighing several hundred kilograms, was blown away by the terrifying shockwave like cardboard, slamming heavily against the wall and causing mud and sand to fall throughout the basement.

The pungent smell of gunpowder instantly rushed in, completely masking the smell of formaldehyde.

Lu Nianxi didn't even have time to scream.

Dozens of blinding flashlight beams sliced ​​through the billowing smoke, illuminating the basement in minute detail. Immediately afterward, countless red laser sights, like a multitude of blood-red eyes, locked onto Lu Nianxi's brow, chest, and limbs.

"Don't move! Lie down!"

"Hands behind your head!"

Two fully armed and agile female special police officers pierced through the smoke like black cheetahs, and with a leap, they pinned Lu Nianxi to the ground, away from Zhu Xunchuan.

"Click."

The glass syringe filled with a dark blue preservative solution rolled onto the concrete floor, shattered, and the liquid splattered everywhere.

Lu Nianxi's face was roughly pressed against the cold ground, her hands handcuffed behind her back. She stared intently at Zhu Xunchuan on the iron chair, struggling and screaming hysterically, "He lied to me! He has so many women outside! He's a liar!"

The two female special police officers showed no mercy, stuffing a towel into her mouth and forcibly dragging this crazed yandere away from the basement.

The ultimate fantasy of a yandere was crushed by absolute armed violence, without even making a ripple.

The smoke of battle has not yet cleared.

A series of extremely chaotic footsteps, each with its own rhythm, came from outside.

The crisp sound of high heels stepping on marble, the heavy thud of combat boots hitting the ground, the swishing sound of Doc Martens.

next second.

Six stunningly beautiful figures, each accompanied by a uniquely different top-tier aura, simultaneously pierced through the smoke and stepped into the dimly lit basement.

On the far left, Shen Tianxi was wearing the same white princess dress she wore during the day, but with a large military green officer's coat draped over her shoulders. Behind her stood two heavily armed special forces soldiers.

Second from the left, Jiang Yao is dressed in a tight-fitting black motorcycle leather jacket, the zipper half-open, revealing a breathtakingly white cleavage. She holds a silver butterfly knife upside down in her hand, and behind her is a dark mass of gangsters stretching as far as the eye can see.

In the middle, Fu Xinghe wore a khaki double-breasted trench coat cinched at the waist, and black stilettos walked with a cool and aloof gait, while he held a dark red certificate of the Municipal Party Committee's Supervisory Commissioner in his hand.

On the right, Gu Qinghan wore a black trench coat over a pencil skirt and black stockings, her usually cold face now completely pale, her fingers gripping her phone tightly.

On the far right, Xia Wanying wore 12-centimeter red-soled high heels, and her million-dollar haute couture dress shimmered under the bright lights. Behind her were two security directors carrying black briefcases.

Finally, Su Mucheng, dressed in a black tracksuit she had changed into overnight, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, was so anxious that her eyes were red and swollen, and her assistant was protecting her tightly behind her.

The scents of light tea, rose, sandalwood, and peach... six top-tier perfumes collided violently in this small space.

Six women who have connections and influence in Kyoto, capable of causing earthquakes in the city with a mere stomp of their feet.

At this moment, their gazes passed over the smoke of gunpowder and landed on the iron chair.

Zhu Xun Chuan was shirtless, his muscles clearly defined, his hands and feet tightly bound with thick hemp ropes and industrial cable ties. Most jarring of all was the scalpel cut on his neck, blood already trickling down his collarbone and onto his chest.

A deathly silence fell over the basement.

Immediately afterwards, a suffocating aura of carnage erupted in the air.

"Brother Chuan!" Shen Tianxi burst into tears, threw off her officer's coat, and rushed forward first.

"Who did this? I'll skin her alive!" Jiang Yao's eyes were bloodshot, her leather jacket taut, she gripped her butterfly knife tightly, and strode forward in her Martin boots.

"Get the best surgeon in the city and his medical team here right now!" Xia Wanying roared at the security chief behind her, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor.

"Xun Chuan..." Gu Qinghan's lips trembled. He didn't care about his demeanor as a counselor and pushed past the special police officers blocking his way.

Fu Xinghe remained silent. A terrifying rage surged within her cold eyes as she drew a tactical dagger from her bodyguard's waist and strode toward the iron chair.

Su Mucheng was so anxious that she ripped off her mask, completely disregarding the hundreds of armed personnel around her, and threw herself onto the iron chair while crying.

Six women, from six different directions, simultaneously crowded around this iron table, which was less than two square meters in size.

Six pale hands, each painted with a different color of nail polish, simultaneously reached for the thick hemp rope binding Zhu Xun Chuan.