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

Gu Qinghan hung up the phone, and the screen went dark again.

Pei Yanyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her fitted red trench coat accentuating her stunning waistline. She turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, her eyes filled with worry.

"Chen Pojun is desperate and planning to drag someone down with him." Pei Yanyu quickly approached, smoothing out the creases in his suit collar. "The administration building at Peking University is full of faculty and staff. It's too dangerous for him to be with a company of guards. Should we ask the Shen family to send someone?"

"No need." Zhu Xun Chuan pressed down on the back of her hand, his tone steady. "You stay at Guangying. Wan Ying's people are handling the financial transactions; the accounts for these 1.2 billion must be thoroughly investigated. I'll handle the Chen family's affairs personally."

Without further ado, Zhu Xun Chuan turned and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The elevator descended directly to the underground parking garage, and the black Range Rover roared out of the building.

Zhu Xun Chuan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, slammed on the accelerator, and the car weaved through traffic at an extreme speed, running four red lights in a row.

The Land Rover's tires screeched as it sped back to Kyoto University on the asphalt.

Outside the Beijing University Administration Building.

A dozen green jeeps with military license plates were parked across the main road. A cordon was set up around the perimeter, and dozens of heavily armed guards stood in position, blocking all entrances and exits.

The students and teachers who were watching were dispersed to a distance of 100 meters, whispering among themselves, and many of the students who were secretly taking pictures had their phones smashed.

The crowd appeared to be dispersed, but they were actually being held captive! No one was allowed to leave the scene!

The Land Rover did not slow down and drove straight toward the steps.

"Stop the car! Military control!" Two guards raised their rifles and stepped forward to stop them.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped on the brakes, opened the door, and got out of the car. His dark black suit was perfectly straight. He glanced at the gun barrel blocking his way, but without pausing, strode up the steps.

The guard reached out to grab his shoulder. Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed the guard's wrist and twisted it. A crisp sound of dislocation rang out, and the guard cried out in pain, half-kneeling on the ground.

As the other guard raised his rifle butt, Zhu Xun Chuan dodged to the side and delivered a knee strike to the guard's abdomen. Both men fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding guards immediately pulled back their gun bolts.

Just then, a black Hongqi sedan with a "Beijing V" license plate screeched to a halt next to the Land Rover. Fu Yuan's personal secretary got out of the car, holding up a document stamped with a red seal.

"The Municipal Party Committee and the Discipline Inspection Commission are jointly handling this case. Everyone, stay put and wait for orders!" the secretary shouted sternly.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored the commotion behind him and walked straight into the hall, ascending the stairs. His leather shoes made a dull thud on the terrazzo floor.

The Chen family's assets were stripped away by Guangying, their overseas channels were severed, and Chen Pojun's military industry ledgers were in Shen Tianxi's hands. This mad dog, blinded by rage, could only use Meng Changjin's daughter as a political bargaining chip.

Upon reaching the vice-principal's office on the third floor, the heavy solid wood door was ajar. Two unconscious guards lay in the corridor.

Zhu Xunchuan pushed open the door.

There was no hysteria as I had imagined, no tense standoff with hostages. The scene inside the office exuded an eerie tranquility.

The setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled light and shadow.

The floor was covered with shattered blue-and-white porcelain shards. Meng Wanqing sat upright on a black leather sofa.

She was wearing a dark blue business suit, her long legs crossed beneath the pencil skirt, and her black stockings gleamed with a very faint sheen.

With her gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she held a teacup in one hand, slowly blowing on the tea foam, not even a single strand of her hair was out of place.

In front of her, Chen Pojun, the third-generation sole heir of the Chen family, was kneeling on the carpet in an extremely humiliating posture.

Lu Nianxi stood behind him, her white trench coat spotless.

She placed her right foot on Chen Pojun's knee, while her fair left hand held an exquisitely crafted folding eyebrow razor. The sharp blade pressed firmly against Chen Pojun's carotid artery.

With just a little effort, she could spray blood all over the ceiling.

"Brother, you're here." Lu Nianxi turned around immediately when she heard the door open. A sweet smile bloomed on her strange yet stunningly beautiful face. She even freed her right hand to wave at Zhu Xunchuan.

Chen Pojun was covered in cold sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, and he dared not move at all.

He never imagined that when he led his guards to kidnap a defenseless civilian vice-principal, the woman in the white trench coat would be so incredibly fast, taking down his bodyguard in a few moves and holding a knife to his neck.

"He pulled out a gun as soon as he came in and swore at Principal Meng." Lu Nianxi pouted her red lips, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint. "I thought he was too noisy, so I used an eyebrow razor to calm him down. Didn't I do you a big favor?"

The sickly and delicate nature of the daughter of the Tianjin Municipal Party Committee was on full display at this moment.

Zhu Xun Chuan entered the room and closed the door behind him. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the chair.

"Alright, I'll give you a big credit for this. Let go now." Zhu Xun Chuan almost burst out laughing. He never expected Chen Po Jun to be subdued in such a humiliating way.

Lu Nianxi nodded obediently, put away her eyebrow trimmer, and walked briskly to Zhu Xunchuan's side, reaching out to take his arm.

As soon as the oppressive feeling was lifted, Chen Pojun sprang to his feet. He clutched a small bloodstain on his neck, his eyes filled with venom.

"Zhu Xun Chuan, you dare to play dirty tricks against the Chen family!" Chen Po Jun took two steps back, leaning against the edge of his desk, his facial muscles contorted. "You can't investigate Guangying Media's accounts. My men are downstairs. If you dare to lay a finger on me today, no one in Kyoto can protect you!"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Without any warning or preparation, Zhu Xun Chuan kicked out, striking Chen Po Jun precisely in the chest.

A dull thud echoed. Chen Pojun was sent flying backward, crashing into the glass coffee table with a loud bang. The tempered glass shattered, countless sharp shards tearing through his camouflage uniform.

Chen Pojun let out a scream and struggled to get up.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped forward, his gleaming leather shoe stomping directly on the index and middle fingers of the man's right hand, which were braced against the ground. He pressed down hard with his toes.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Chen Pojun let out a mournful wail, veins bulging on his forehead.

"You think you're worthy of using Sister Meng as a bargaining chip?" Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at him, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. "I wiped out the Zhao family and swallowed up Guangying. Who do you think I relied on? You don't even deserve to peel an apple for my woman."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The door to the vice-principal's office was pushed open again. Gu Qinghan, dressed in a crisp municipal bureau uniform, strode in. Her cold, aloof face exuded a businesslike sternness. Behind her, a dozen or so members of the military region's discipline inspection commission filed in and quickly subdued Chen Pojun, who was lying on the ground.

Gu Qinghan took out a document covered with stamps, glanced at Chen Pojun, and spoke in a clear and capable voice.

"Chen Pojun, the Municipal Public Security Bureau and the Military Region Discipline Inspection Commission have jointly opened a case against you. Based on the evidence we have so far, you are suspected of reselling active-duty firearms from the Seventh Military Factory and laundering money through overseas shell companies, involving a huge sum of money." Gu Qinghan closed the folder. "Cuff him and take him away."

The powerful figures at the pinnacle of Kyoto tacitly joined forces. An arrogant family heir was brought down in just a few hours.

Two disciplinary officials stepped forward, handcuffed Chen Pojun, and dragged him out of the pile of broken glass.