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

Midnight. Beijing United Family Private Hospital.

The atmosphere inside Suite Zero was both tranquil and sensual.

A soft blue, night-mode floor lamp illuminated the walls, outlining the spacious room with a gentle contour. The air was no longer filled with the cold, pungent smell of disinfectant, but rather with two distinctly different, premium fragrances.

On the leather cot to the left, Xia Wanying, the richest woman in North China with assets exceeding 100 billion yuan, was fast asleep. She had taken off the aggressive business suit she wore during the day and changed into a burgundy silk slip dress.

The blanket only covered her waist, the fabric clinging tightly to her mature and voluptuous curves.

The right shoulder strap slipped half an inch down her rounded shoulder. Even in her sleep, the languor and arrogance of a superior still lingered between her brows. Her long legs were slightly crossed, and her posture was extremely charming.

On the large sectional sofa to the right, a completely different, wild scene unfolded. Jiang Yao, the heiress of the Northern underworld, wasn't even covered by a blanket. She was only wearing Zhu Xun Chuan's oversized white men's shirt, the hem barely covering her upper thighs.

Two long, symmetrical, and straight legs, full of explosive power, were casually placed on the edge of the crystal coffee table.

She lay on her side, unconsciously clutching a pillow to her chest, like a wildcat that had let down its guard and folded its claws at its owner's feet. The scent of wild rose perfume wafted from her loose, long black hair.

The corridor outside was equally silent. Jiang family's elite assassins and Dinghe Group's top security personnel stood guard on either side, completely sealing off the floor. No unusual activity was reported.

Everything seemed so peaceful, filled with the ultimate tug-of-war and intoxication of a gentle embrace that men dream of.

Outside the restroom door, Zhu Xun Chuan stood barefoot on the solid wood floor.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the pink sticky note in front of his toes.

"My dear Chuan, seeing you bleed has kept me so excited I can't sleep."

The delicate yet unrestrained penmanship exudes a chilling, morbid obsession.

Zhu Xun Chuan was about to bend down and pick up the note.

Without warning, a very slight hissing sound came from the air vent of the central air conditioning unit above my head.

Immediately afterwards, a completely colorless and odorless cold air cascaded down like an inverted waterfall, instantly enveloping Zhu Xun Chuan's entire body.

It was a gas with a very faint, pleasant fragrance.

The moment he inhaled even half a mouthful, Zhu Xun Chuan's pupils constricted sharply.

Not right.

In the past, whenever he encountered any toxins or drugs, the system in his mind would activate his "anti-toxin constitution" within 0.01 seconds, instantly breaking down the harmful substances. But this time, the system interface did not immediately detoxify him!

A row of scarlet warning characters flashed wildly in the depths of my mind, accompanied by a piercing electronic alarm.

"Warning! Encounter with an unknown high-level nanoscale neurotransmitter!"

"The host's central nervous system response is being forcibly severed!"

"The body's anti-toxic constitution has encountered a dimensional reduction in strength, resulting in a brief lag..."

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a sharp, needle-like pain deep in his brain, and the muscle strength in his limbs was completely drained in a fraction of a second.

Even the inhuman drug resistance training of the Dragon Fang Special Forces was rendered ineffective in the face of this unknown black technology.

He forcefully bit the tip of his tongue, using the slightly metallic pain to steady himself. Without making a sound, relying on the last remaining muscle memory and his extraordinary willpower, he took a half step back and silently fell back onto the large, soft smart hospital bed.

The moment his back touched the mattress, darkness surged in like a tide, completely engulfing his vision.

Jiang Yao on the sofa and Xia Wanying on the cot both changed their breathing rhythm. They had been making slight movements, but now they had fallen into a deep, silent sleep, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

The entire ward, number zero, has been overrun.

In the darkness, Zhu Xun Chuan's consciousness seemed to have fallen into an abyss, his limbs and bones were locked, and he could not move even a finger.

But his inner world was in turmoil.

Do you think you can just let him lie down and be slaughtered? Dream on.

"Break it!"

Zhu Xun Chuan roared furiously from the depths of his consciousness, his powerful survival instinct and domineering refusal to bow down crashing headlong into the system's defensive barrier.

The lag-filled virtual panel in my mind trembled violently. The red light flashed at its maximum frequency.

"Strong host will detected! Cell-level detoxification process forcibly activated!"

Progress: 1%...3%...5%...

The extremely slow rate of toxin removal proves that the drug used by the other party not only has a process that exceeds the understanding of modern civilian medicine, but also represents that the organization behind that yandere hacker has an extremely terrifying research and development foundation.

At the same time that the system was struggling to detoxify.

The heavy, solid wood double door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Not a single creak of hinges was heard.

The dozens of top-level security guards outside the corridor seemed to have vanished into thin air, or perhaps they had already become mindless puppets, allowing this eerie figure to enter unimpeded.

The person walked with cat-like steps, silently entering the dim blue glow of the ground lamp.

This was an extremely petite girl. She wore a tight-fitting all-black tactical bodysuit that hugged her skin, perfectly outlining her curves, which, though not voluptuous, were full of flexibility and explosive power.

She wore a pair of tactical soft-soled boots that made no noise. Her hair was tied up in high pigtails, which swayed gently with her steps. She wore a black tactical mask, revealing only a pair of exquisitely shaped almond-shaped eyes.

She held a black tactical dagger upside down in her right hand. The blade gleamed with a chilling blue light in the dim light, clearly coated with deadly venom.

This person is the same Xiao Bai who kidnapped Zhu Xun Chuan earlier!

This dangerous ghost, which had chased its prey all the way from the abandoned buildings of Peking University's West Campus to the Sea Cliff in Tianjin, leaving behind a tape recorder, pink sticky notes, and a deadly dagger, finally made its grand entrance into its prey's bedroom.

Xiao Bai didn't rush to get close to the hospital bed.

She turned around gracefully, her peach blossom eyes, which shone with a sickly light, fixed on Jiang Yao, who was fast asleep on the sofa.

Looking at the oversized white shirt that belonged to Zhu Xun Chuan on Jiang Yao, and at the undisguised dark red hickey on the side of her neck, Xiao Bai's infatuation instantly turned into extreme jealousy and insane murderous intent.

"That's disgusting."

Xiao Bai lowered his voice, his clear tone carrying a thick, venomous resentment, "Someone like you, a gangster dog reeking of blood, dares to climb into Brother Chuan's bed? Dares to wear his clothes?"

She walked to the sofa and looked down at the Northern Hellwoman.

Jiang Yao, who used to be fierce and ruthless and would draw her knife to kill people at the slightest provocation, was now powerless to resist under the control of the nano-level drug, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Xiao Bai sneered, then suddenly reached out with his left hand, grabbed Jiang Yao's thick, long black hair, and roughly pulled her head back.

Jiang Yao's chin was forced up, her slender neck completely exposed to the air, but she remained fast asleep, only her brows were furrowed in pain.

Xiao Bai flipped his right wrist, putting away the dagger, and a small transparent glass medicine bottle appeared between his fingers.

The bottle contained a few milliliters of pale blue liquid.

"A specially formulated, traceless cyanide. Just three drops, and your beautiful heart will stop beating completely within ten seconds. Even forensic experts can't detect its toxicological components."

Xiao Bai leaned close to Jiang Yao's face, her voice trembling slightly with excitement through the tactical mask, "Chuan is perfect. I'll take the place of all this trash around him and clean them all up, one by one."

She used her thumb to pop the cork off the medicine bottle.

With a forceful pull of his left hand, he pried open Jiang Yao's lips, revealing her neat, pearly teeth.

The bottle was tilted, and a deadly blue droplet gathered at the rim, about to drip into Jiang Yao's mouth.

0.1 second.

Life or death hangs in the balance.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, bone-crushing sound rang out in the deathly silent ward.

Xiao Bai's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

Suddenly, a large, bony hand, brimming with explosive power, emerged from the shadows on the side.

With its five fingers spread wide, like an unshakeable hydraulic clamp, it gripped Xiaobai's right wrist as he was about to pour out the poison!

The force was terrifying; it even produced a cracking sound as bones rubbed together and dislocated. The small glass medicine bottle slipped from Xiaobai's hand and fell to the ground.

Before the medicine bottle could even hit the carpet, the other hand reached out and caught it firmly in the palm of his hand.

System detoxification progress: 100%!

Zhu Xun Chuan had somehow appeared behind the sofa. He was wearing a large hospital gown, and his right foot was wrapped in gauze, but the aura he exuded was that of a tyrant stepping out of a hellish inferno.

In those deep eyes, there was not a trace of bewitched confusion, only absolute coldness and brutality that controlled life and death.

"You dare touch my woman right in front of me?"

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly clenched his fists, his voice so deep it seemed to freeze the air, "Who the hell gave you the guts?"