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

The threat is out in the open.

Before Zhu Xun Chuan could even speak, the atmosphere at the main table instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The four women, who had just been secretly competing, suddenly turned on each other.

Xia Wanying put down her wine glass and immediately picked up her phone to call the vice president of Dinghe Group.

"Notify the board of directors. Dinghe Group is completely withdrawing from the Chen family's military logistics cooperation project in the southern suburbs. I need to see the withdrawal announcement within ten minutes." After hanging up the phone, Xia Wanying glared coldly at Chen Pojun, exuding the aura of a capital queen. "So what if he's a kept man? Dinghe has plenty of money for him to live off. It's none of your business to point fingers."

"Clang!"

Jiang Yao smashed the bone china wine glass in her hand at Chen Pojun's feet, shards of glass flying everywhere.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes full of disdain: "If you're so capable, why don't you live off a woman? You stink up to me. You think you're something special just because you have a few foreign dogs? Get lost, don't spoil Xun Chuan's appetite."

Fu Xinghe straightened the collar of his cheongsam, his voice icy and piercing: "Young Master Chen, what an arrogant official you are. Coming to cause trouble at the centennial celebration of the school, which is supervised by the Municipal Party Committee, do you think my father can't control your Chen family?"

Meng Wanqing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and turned to look directly at the security supervisor behind her.

"Clear out all irrelevant people. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in Beijing will be sent directly to the Municipal Public Security Bureau for detention."

The four beauties, from four dimensions—capital, the underworld, the municipal party committee, and the school—instantly completed a strangulation to protect their own.

Chen Pojun's face turned ashen. He had anticipated that Zhu Xun Chuan would resist, and even that Zhu Xun Chuan might bring his secret guards, but he hadn't expected that these four women with powerful backgrounds would publicly break with him for the sake of a man, abandoning even their facade of civility.

"Fine, very well!" Chen Pojun laughed angrily, standing up. "A bunch of bitches protecting a piece of trash..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

He braced himself on the table with one hand, leaped up like a cheetah, and his right hand shot out with lightning speed, accurately pinching Chen Pojun's left shoulder blade.

He clenched his fingers. His hidden strength erupted without reservation.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard beside the quiet main table.

Chen Pojun groaned, his legs lost their support, and he immediately knelt down on one knee in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

The four foreign bodyguards' expressions changed instantly, and they all reached down to touch their lower backs.

"Try moving." Zhu Xun Chuan stood still, looking down at Chen Po Jun with a chillingly calm gaze. "They protected me because they cared about me. Do you really think the Zhao family's downfall was due to the connections of a few women?" (A Yin: What else could it be, Brother Chuan!)

The intense killing intent instantly stunned the mercenaries who had spent years walking the line between life and death. They didn't dare draw their guns.

Chen Pojun was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, his left arm completely dislocated and hanging limply at his side. He gritted his teeth and stood up, stopping the bodyguard's movements.

He glanced at Zhu Xun Chuan, a sly glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. He had personally come to the front hall to cause a scene and provoke him, all to provoke the other party and buy time for the Thunderstorm Squad to deploy their forces on the perimeter.

"Zhu Xun Chuan." Chen Po Jun clutched his shoulder and took two steps back, lowering his voice to sneer, "Enjoy your last supper. Beyond this door lies your morgue."

After uttering those harsh words, Chen Pojun and his bodyguards left in a sorry state.

On the steps outside the auditorium of the Kyoto University International Exchange Center, the night wind already carried the chill of early winter.

The four women parted ways outside the auditorium. Before leaving, they exchanged glances. Meng Wanqing, maintaining the airs of a vice principal, reminded Zhu Xunchuan to be careful. Fu Xinghe clutched his handbag, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Xia Wanying left with a "See you at the company tomorrow morning" before getting into her van in her high heels.

Zhu Xun Chuan naturally took on the task of escorting Jiang Yao back to the gang.

The Range Rover entered the Beijing ring road. The heater was on inside the car, and soft blues jazz music was playing from the car stereo, completely isolating the noise from the outside world.

Jiang Yao kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the leather seats. She unbuckled the corset of her dark red evening gown, and like a boneless cat, she crossed the center console and pressed herself against the driver's seat.

She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xunchuan's neck from the side.

"Honey, did I do well tonight?" Jiang Yao rested her chin on his shoulder, her red lips close to his ear. She had drunk some red wine tonight, her breath sweet and fragrant, mingled with her own rose scent. "Those three old women only know how to use their status to intimidate others; when it comes to crucial moments, they still rely on me to salvage the situation. Tell me, who cares about you the most?"

Zhu Xun Chuan held the steering wheel with one hand and gently massaged her flat side waist with his right.

"Stop putting me down," Zhu Xun Chuan said lazily. "Where did you go with that wild energy you had when you were smashing glasses and yelling in the auditorium? Now you're playing the innocent?"

"Of course I have to be obedient in front of you. I wish I could be a part of you." Jiang Yao giggled, turned her head and gently bit his neck, her face full of smugness. "That brainless idiot Chen Pojun actually dared to call you a gigolo. He has no idea that my husband is a real gold digger, strong enough to break all his teeth. How about we skip going back to the big apartment tonight and come to my place? I'll treat you to something special."

Just as Zhu Xunchuan was about to reply, a system warning suddenly sounded in his mind.

In the rearview mirror, three black Ford modified SUVs without any license plates silently followed.

They weave through the congested evening rush hour traffic extremely quickly, forming a standard triangular tactical encirclement in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes turned cold instantly. He withdrew his hand from her waist, grabbed her shoulder, and pushed her back into the leather passenger seat.

"Fasten your seatbelt." His voice was calm and even.

Jiang Yao, a young lady who had risen from the dead in the Northern Territory, glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car and instantly dropped her charming and clingy demeanor.

She deftly fastened her seatbelt, then reached under the seat with her right hand and pulled out a blood-grooved Nepalese kukri, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

"A dog is following us? Honey, I'll call some men to clear the area."

"No need." Zhu Xun Chuan stepped on the gas, and the Range Rover roared. As it approached the ramp, it forcibly changed lanes, leaving the brightly lit main road behind. "A few lowlife rats, send them where they belong."

Instead of heading towards the city center, the Range Rover followed the potholed side road and plunged into a long-abandoned, unfinished building area in the southern suburbs.

There weren't even any streetlights here; all around were exposed steel bars and gray cement pillars. The autumn wind swept through, desolate and deathly silent.

"Screech—" Zhu Xun Chuan jerked the steering wheel, parking the car sideways between two unfinished buildings.

Three Ford SUVs followed closely behind, fanning out and completely blocking the Land Rover in the dead end. Their glaring tactical high beams illuminated the surrounding space.

The car door opened.

Twelve burly, muscular white men stepped out of the vehicle with practiced ease. They were all dressed in black tactical vests and carried short assault rifles equipped with silencers. The muzzles were raised and pointed simultaneously at the Land Rover's interior.

The burly man with the scar, who was leading the group, chewed gum as he walked into the halo of the car lights.

"Mr. Zhu, Young Master Chen sent us to give you his regards," the scarred man said in broken Chinese. "Your driving skills are good, but unfortunately you chose the wrong cemetery. Get out of the car, or we'll riddle you and this car with bullets."