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

Two hours later, at Terminal 3 of Beijing Capital International Airport.

Several Zhao family members, carrying large amounts of luggage and holding foreign passports, were pinned to the ground by airport special police at the boarding gate. They were preparing to flee with the Zhao family's last 200 million yuan in overseas bearer bonds.

At 2 PM, the official announcement was released. Zhao Tingzhi was formally arrested and faces the death penalty. All 63 registered core members of the Zhao family have been apprehended, and assets worth tens of billions of yuan have been frozen and confiscated.

This powerful clan, which had been deeply entrenched in Beijing for thirty years, vanished in a mere half-day.

When necessary, opponents of the same level will step in. As long as a team fight breaks out, others will follow suit. The Zhao family is a prime example.

In the core area of ​​Guomao, there is a 600-square-meter top-floor apartment.

On a huge circular LCD TV, official news about the Zhao family's arrest was being broadcast on a loop.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of Geisha coffee, mixed with a hint of the alluring scent of high-end perfume.

Xia Wanying leaned back on the leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed. She watched the news footage and placed her bone china coffee cup on the marble coffee table.

"A billion for nothing, that's quite a loud echo." Xia Wanying turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, her red lips curving upwards. "Little Xunchuan, the southern market vacated by the Zhao family will be taken over by my Dinghe Group tomorrow. This deal is a win-win for both of us."

Jiang Yao was barefoot on the carpet, holding a cherry in her hand. Upon hearing Xia Wanying's words, she immediately pouted, turned around, squeezed next to Zhu Xunchuan, and put her arms around his.

"What good is money alone?" Jiang Yao deliberately snuggled against Zhu Xun Chuan's arm, tilting her head back and acting coquettishly. "Brother, my gang of brothers booked out every internet cafe in Beijing overnight to spread dirt on us. In terms of effort, the Jiang family was at the forefront, so you have to reward me."

Gu Qinghan sat at the bar and closed the screen of her alien-themed laptop. She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, walked over, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Zhu Xunchuan.

"The online exercise has just ended." Gu Qinghan's voice remained cold, but her eyes were fixed on Zhu Xunchuan's face. "The Municipal Bureau didn't find any substantial violations. However, Zhu, you've been causing such a stir every few days. My dean of students is under a lot of pressure and needs you to write a report for me tonight."

Three women, each with a distinct personality, intertwine in this space, creating a chilling and ambiguous tension.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the middle of the sofa, took the warm water from Gu Qing Han and took a sip. He then put his arm around Jiang Yao's waist to help her sit up, before looking up to meet Xia Wan Ying's proud gaze.

"They've all done well." Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was calm, carrying the composure of someone in control of the situation. "Wan Ying wants the market; take it. Qing Han needs a report; I'll personally deliver it to your room tonight. As for you..."

He looked down at Jiang Yao in his arms and pinched her pert nose: "Once this storm passes, I'll accompany you back to the Northern Border to see your father."

With a single sentence, the impending catastrophe was quelled. Each of the three women received the promise they most desired, their resentment transforming into submission to the man.

"Tianxi and Wanqing haven't woken up yet." Zhu Xunchuan put down his water glass and stood up. "The Zhao family's matter has been settled. I have some personal matters to attend to. You two stay home and wait for me to come back tonight."

After saying that, he took his black trench coat and car keys from the entryway, pushed open the door, and left.

Xia Wanying watched the elevator doors close, then picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. Jiang Yao picked up an apple from the table and took a big bite. Gu Qinghan turned and walked back to the bar.

They knew exactly what Zhu Xun Chuan was going to deal with, but they also understood that a smart woman would never stop her man at a time like this.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, in the abandoned mining area of ​​Xishan.

The mountain road was muddy and slippery after the rain. The Range Rover drove over the puddles and stopped in front of the air-raid shelter entrance.

Zhu Xunchuan got out of the car. A mountain breeze carrying the damp, cold scent of earth blew by.

The heavy blast-proof door of the air-raid shelter, which he had kicked apart, lay silently in the mud. The passageway was deathly quiet.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned on his phone's flashlight and stepped into the dark passage. The gravel on the ground made a scraping sound.

The five boxes of C4 explosives stored in the hall were gone. That crazy girl was meticulous in her actions; she had clearly destroyed these contraband items before leaving.

They walked to the deepest part of the lounge. Zhu Xun Chuan stood at the door, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across the room.

The faint fragrance in the air, a mixture of muscle relaxant and black datura, had completely dissipated.

The room was spotless. The bedding on the rusty single iron bed was neatly folded. The white sheet stained with glaring red plum blossoms was gone; she had obviously taken it as a souvenir.

The wooden table was spotless. The white crane had left decisively, leaving no clues to follow her.

She was convinced that killing Zhao Tingzhi was a dead end, so she cleaned up the place thoroughly, leaving no trouble for Zhu Xun Chuan.

But despite all her calculations, she didn't anticipate that Zhu Xun Chuan had no intention of going to the state guesthouse to bail her out; instead, he planned to eliminate Zhao Tingzhi at the source.

With the Zhao family gone, her assassination target was no more. The bounty on the Heavenly Ranking, earned with her life, was now just a worthless piece of paper.

Zhu Xunchuan walked to the wooden table.

The pink note that he had crumpled into a ball was carefully smoothed out again and placed under the old enamel mug.

"I'll marry you in my next life."

The writing on the paper is still clear.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the words and snorted coldly. He opened the inside pocket of his trench coat, took out a black Montblanc fountain pen, and removed the cap.

Instead of tearing up the note, he turned it over.

In the dim light, the pen nib scratched across the rough pink paper, making a soft hissing sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan exerted force with his wrist, his handwriting vigorous and unrestrained, exuding an unreasonable domineering aura.

"The Zhao family is gone, and even the King of Hell won't take you. No matter where you're hiding, come back to me, and I'll take care of you."

After finishing the last stroke, Zhu Xun Chuan capped the pen and put it back in his pocket.

He pulled the metal windproof lighter out of his pocket and pressed it directly onto the pink sticky note.

The cold, hard metal casing of the lighter contrasts sharply with the soft pink note, adding a touch of tenderness to the otherwise dark and damp air-raid shelter.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not linger. He turned and walked out of the rest room, striding away from the air-raid shelter.

The roar of the engine faded into the distance, and the western hills returned to their deathly silence.

……

Two days later, late at night.

A fierce wind swept through the abandoned mining area, carrying fallen leaves.

"Creak—"

The broken iron gate of the air-raid shelter emitted an extremely piercing scraping sound.

A slender, petite black figure slid down the stone wall into the passage like a ghost.

Bai He was wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit, with a half-face mask on her face, and her long hair was tied into neat pigtails.

Her footsteps were so light that they made no sound.

She had already seen the news of the Zhao family's downfall. For the past two days, she had been hiding in the shadows, trying to process this shocking news that had gripped the entire underworld. She initially thought her intelligence was flawed, until she confirmed that Zhao Tingzhi had indeed been sentenced to death.

She knew it was Zhu Xunchuan. That man had shattered her predicament in a completely upheaval way.

Baihe returned to the deepest resting room with practiced ease. She wanted to take one last look at the place where she had undergone her transformation, and then go out into the open to find him.

Using the faint moonlight filtering through the corner of the wall, she walked to the wooden table.

Their gazes froze instantly.

The familiar metal windproof lighter rested quietly on the pink sticky note.

Bai He's breath hitched. She stretched out her pale fingers and picked up the lighter.

The note was turned over.

The moment Baihe saw the line of vigorous, wild cursive script on the back, his eyes suddenly reddened.

"The Zhao family is gone, and even the King of Hell won't take you. No matter where you're hiding, come back to me, and I'll take care of you."

Baihe's hands, holding the letter, trembled violently. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her sobs, but large tears still streamed down her face, soaking her black mask.

She pressed the pink sticky note tightly to her heart, feeling the domineering and protective aura emanating from the paper. The cold shell she had built up over three years of killing on the dark web shattered completely at that moment.

An intense fascination and fervor erupted in her eyes.

"Brother..." Baihe murmured softly in the darkness, her voice delicate and trembling, "I'm back."

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