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

Finally, Zhu Xunchuan turned around and met Meng Wanqing's complicated gaze.

Meng Wanqing crossed her arms, trying to maintain the dignity of the daughter of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee Secretary. But Zhu Xunchuan gave her no space at all. He stepped forward, directly intruding into her private space.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his forehead pressed directly against Meng Wan Qing's forehead.

Their noses met. The scent of roses, belonging to a mature woman, mingled intensely with the smell of tobacco, belonging to a man.

Meng Wanqing's breathing suddenly stopped.

"Stay here and drink your tea." Zhu Xun Chuan's deep eyes were fixed on her. "No one can take my life unless I agree. Behave yourself and wait for me to come back."

This absolute male-dominant command directly disarmed the vice principal, who had seen countless people. Meng Wanqing's eyes became watery, and her hands, which had been crossed over her chest, fell limply to her sides, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hem of Zhu Xunchuan's trench coat.

His movements were fluid and seamless. He completely subdued three exceptional women with his exclusive intimacy and the hormones that ran through his bones.

Zhu Xunchuan took a step back.

He drew the Browning pistol from his waist, clicked the slide, chambered a bullet, and put it back in the holster.

"That crazy girl is probably not lying." Zhu Xun Chuan put on black leather gloves, his voice filled with icy killing intent and determination. "There really is my bloodline in there. I can't just stand by and watch the child's mother go to her death. Even if the Xishan air-raid shelter is a real hell on earth today, I must personally wad through it."

Protecting their food. Protecting their offspring. This almost obsessive sense of responsibility and commitment struck the three women like a ton of bricks.

No woman can resist a man who dares to stand alone against the world and challenge the most powerful and influential for the sake of his woman and children. This ultimate masculine charm makes them completely fall for him.

Gu Qinghan stood up. She walked up to Zhu Xunchuan, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently folded down the collar of his trench coat to smooth it out, and straightened his tie.

Shen Tianxi took a miniature military tracker from the tactical pocket at her waist, stuffed it into Zhu Xunchuan's trench coat pocket, and patted his chest hard.

Meng Wanqing walked to the entrance, bent down to take out a long-handled black umbrella for him, and handed it to him.

The three top beauties showed no jealousy or rivalry at this moment, only the most obedient obedience and admiration.

"I'll wait for you to come back." Gu Qinghan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone firm.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't say anything more. He pushed open the heavy, carved bronze door and strode out.

The elevator goes directly to the underground parking garage.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the spacious apartment, autumn rain suddenly poured down. The rain washed over the glass curtain wall of the CBD's core area. Heavy, dark clouds pressed down on the city, brewing a storm powerful enough to reshape the landscape. A sense of destiny permeated the rain.

underground garage.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened the door of a black Land Rover Range Rover and got into the driver's seat.

One-button start. The engine let out a deep roar.

The Range Rover sped out of the garage and merged directly into the flooded ring road. The windshield wipers swung rapidly.

Traffic in Beijing was exceptionally congested due to the heavy rain. Zhu Xun Chuan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes cold and sharp. He weaved through the traffic. Xishan was extremely far from the CBD, and the air-raid shelter was located in an extremely well-hidden place.

Bai He was planning to lure Zhao Tingzhi's moles into that place, so they could perish together.

The rain is getting heavier.

The Land Rover drove out of the city and onto the Xishan mountain road.

The trees on both sides rushed past under the car headlights. There were no streetlights along this road, only endless darkness and rain.

Half an hour later.

The navigation system indicates that we have arrived at the designated coordinates. This area is completely outside the normal highway zone.

A rusty barbed wire fence appeared ahead. Behind the fence lay a desolate and dilapidated abandoned mining area.

The Range Rover did not slow down and crashed directly through the barbed wire fence.

The heavy vehicle screeched to a halt in front of a massive, semi-circular concrete bunker, its tires leaving two deep ruts in the mud.

This is the entrance to the Xishan air-raid shelter.

Zhu Xunchuan turned off the engine and opened the car door.

The cold autumn rain instantly soaked his hair. He opened the black umbrella that Meng Wanqing had handed him.

The military boots made a sticky sound as they stepped into the mud.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the patter of raindrops hitting the umbrella.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the half-open, heavy blast-proof door of the air-raid shelter. As soon as he stopped, his eyes changed instantly.

The rain washed away all smells, but at the dark entrance of the air-raid shelter, a faint, familiar, and deadly scent of black datura wafted through the air.

The entrance to the abandoned air-raid shelter in Xishan.

The darkness of the rainy night was impenetrable. Zhu Xun Chuan stood before the heavy, rusty blast door, holding a black umbrella. The air was thick with the damp, musty smell. Amidst this putrid odor, a faint, cool fragrance of black datura quietly emerged and entered his nostrils.

This is the unique scent of the white crane, and also the mark she left behind.

Zhu Xun Chuan folded his black umbrella and tossed it casually onto the muddy ground. He pushed open the blast door with both hands. The hinges emitted an extremely rough, scraping sound that echoed through the empty underground passage.

The passageway was dark and deep, with murky rainwater constantly seeping from the top of the walls, dripping softly.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a tactical flashlight from his trench coat pocket. The cold white beam pierced the darkness and swept forward. The ground was covered with gravel, but every three meters, the light refracted into extremely fine silver light.

That's a special nylon sensing wire.

The beam of light moved along the sensing wire, revealing three Russian-made Claymore directional mines buried beneath the mottled concrete walls on either side. A single trigger would instantly riddle the entire passage with thousands of steel balls.

If that little brat from the Jiang family really brings mercenaries in, the first wave will be completely wiped out.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless. He turned off the flashlight, letting the darkness engulf everything once more. Relying on the directions he had just memorized, he strode off.

He took a step, turned sideways, and ducked. He rolled along the wall. A series of tactical evasive maneuvers flowed smoothly, without any unnecessary pauses. Like the Grim Reaper lurking in the shadows, he silently traversed this minefield that could have wiped out a special forces team.

The interior of the air-raid shelter.

The space suddenly opened up; this had once been an underground command post. The beam of a flashlight shone again, sweeping across the spacious hall.

The walls were covered with large-scale architectural drawings. The perimeter layout plan, sewer routing plan, and ventilation duct network plan of Building No. 3 of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse were all marked with large red crosses.

In the center of the hall, six green military-grade wooden crates were stacked. The crates had been pried open, revealing bright yellow C4 high explosives and detonators inside.

Zhu Xun Chuan's face turned completely cold.

This girl wasn't going to assassinate Zhao Tingzhi; she was planning to raze the state guesthouse to the ground. This was a dead end with no chance of survival, and she hadn't left herself any way to retreat.

The aroma of the black datura suddenly intensified.

The rusty ventilation ducts overhead emitted a very faint metallic crackling sound.

A murderous intent suddenly descended.

A petite, dark figure descended from the sky. Without a sound, the figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, aimed directly at Zhu Xun Chuan's throat.

Zhu Xun Chuan was prepared. He didn't draw the gun from his waistband. He stomped his left foot on the ground, using the recoil to propel his tall body forward like a cheetah, advancing instead of retreating.

In the darkness, two figures collided with a loud crash.

Bai He, dressed in a tight-fitting black combat suit, was incredibly flexible. She twisted her waist in mid-air, her right leg whipping out a sharp gust of wind, like a black whip, lashing fiercely at Zhu Xun Chuan's neck.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his left arm to take the hit. A muffled thud echoed. A violent collision of muscles and bones.

The kick was incredibly powerful; for an ordinary person, it would have broken their cervical spine on the spot. Zhu Xun Chuan only felt a numbness in his left arm, and his right hand reached out and precisely grabbed her slender ankle.

It feels cool to the touch and is very elastic.

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