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

The early winter morning light pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Guomao penthouse, spilling onto the wool carpet.

The assassin had already been dragged away and disposed of overnight by Jiang Yao's men.

The stench of blood in the air was completely removed by the central air conditioning system, leaving only a very faint scent of sandalwood.

On the large bed in the master bedroom.

Zhu Xunchuan opened his eyes.

A warm, soft body pressed against his chest. Shen Tianxi clung to him, using both hands and feet to cling to him. After unlocking the dynamic key last night, this girl insisted on sleeping in the master bedroom, wearing only the silk robe he had changed out of.

The robe was too big, with a wide-open neckline that revealed large expanses of fair skin and prominent breasts.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and pinched the tip of her pert nose.

Shen Tianxi frowned, her long eyelashes fluttered twice, and she opened her eyes groggily.

The moment her eyes met Zhu Xun Chuan's, her eyes lit up, and she immediately moved up half an inch, pressing her red lips heavily onto Zhu Xun Chuan's chin with a crisp "smack".

"Honey, good morning kiss." Her voice was soft and sweet from just waking up, and her two long, straight legs were fidgeting restlessly in the blankets.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed down on her lower back with one hand, stopping her from rubbing against him.

"You were up until the wee hours last night, don't you want to get some more sleep?"

"Don't sleep. I'll show you something good." Shen Tianxi perked up and sat up.

Her silk robe slipped down her shoulders, but she didn't care. She reached for the military-grade rugged laptop on the bedside table and placed it directly on the blanket between them.

Slender fingers tapped rapidly on the mechanical keyboard.

A completely black command prompt window popped up on the screen, filled with densely packed green code.

"A regional electromagnetic silence Trojan." Shen Tianxi tilted her proud and bright face up, her peach blossom eyes filled with smugness seeking praise. "I put this in the middle of the night. The internal network of the Xishan Cadre Sanatorium is a special dedicated line physically isolated by the military, which cannot be breached from the outside. But I implanted this Trojan into the frequency band of the satellite signal tower above them. As long as you press the enter key, all external communications, network monitoring, and emergency calls within a three-kilometer radius of the sanatorium will all turn into gibberish."

She leaned close to Zhu Xunchuan's ear, blew a breath of hot air into his ear, and spoke with the arrogance of a military family.

"Honey, that old fox won't be passing out even a single note today. That yard is under our control now."

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head to look at the view inside her neckline, and reached out to help her pull up and tie her robe.

"A tech whiz." Zhu Xun Chuan stroked her long hair with his hand. "You deserve the credit. Wait for me to come home."

Shen Tianxi smiled contentedly, her eyes crinkling.

Nine o'clock in the morning. Underground parking garage at Guomao.

Jiang Yao was dressed in a tight black leather outfit, the zipper only pulled up to her chest, outlining her imposing figure. She leaned against the driver's side door of the Range Rover, toying with the car keys in her hand, her Martin boots rhythmically tapping the ground.

Zhu Xun Chuan changed into a well-tailored dark gray suit and strode over.

"Isn't Miss Shen coming along?" Jiang Yao asked casually as she opened the car door. A hint of sourness lingered on her cold, beautiful face. "I thought she was going to hang around your neck all the way to West Mountain."

"She's in charge of remote network control, so she's safe at home." Zhu Xun Chuan sat down in the back row.

Jiang Yao pursed her lips, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine. The Land Rover let out a deep roar and sped out of the underground garage.

Vehicles merged into the morning rush hour traffic on the first ring road. Zhu Xunchuan leaned back in his leather seat, closing his eyes to rest.

My phone vibrated.

Xiao Bai's encrypted message: I have arrived at the outskirts of Xishan ahead of schedule, and the second sniper position is ready.

This top assassin always takes control of blind spots in the quietest way. Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the lock screen button, without replying.

The Land Rover drove out of the city and headed straight for Xishan.

The tall buildings along the way were gradually replaced by vast forests of red leaves. The air in the Western Hills in late autumn was crisp and clear, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves, exuding a solemn and tranquil atmosphere.

A red warning sign for the first military restricted area appeared on the roadside ahead.

It is two kilometers away from the retirement home.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the car's Bluetooth button and dialed Shen Tianxi's private channel.

"Sweetie, do it." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was steady.

The crisp sound of the Enter key being pressed came from the loudspeaker.

"Trojan activated. Electromagnetic silence countdown three seconds." Shen Tianxi's voice was crisp and clear, without a trace of her usual spoiled manner. "Three, two, one. They're blind. Honey, they're deaf now."

Bluetooth connection disconnected.

As the Land Rover rounded the last bend, a majestic stone gate heavily guarded appeared ahead.

The Xishan Retirement Home with the highest level of secrecy.

This place is inhabited entirely by elderly gentlemen who once stood at the pinnacle of power in Kyoto but have now retired to the second line. Even the passing of a bird requires layers of approval.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in front of the gate was strangely heavy.

Four fully armed guards stood at the gate, rifles at their sides, their expressions extremely tense. The head security officer was frantically pounding on his walkie-talkie, sweat pouring down his face. Just a minute earlier, the retirement home's external hotline and internal area network had both gone down. Only the harsh static of the walkie-talkie could be heard.

The Range Rover did not slow down at all, drove straight toward the speed bump, and came to a smooth stop in front of the rising barrier.

The security supervisor, as if facing a formidable enemy, placed his hand on his sidearm at his waist and strode forward.

"Military control zone! Network outage, all incoming vehicles are to be..."

The rear windows slowly rolled down.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the shadows, his face cold and stern. Without uttering a single word, he stretched his right hand out the car window, holding a dark red hardcover document between two fingers, and handed it over.

This is the highest-level special pass that Young Master Li delivered yesterday. It was issued jointly by that group of princelings eager to divide up the Chen family's extinct lineage, and it bears the seals of six powerful departments.

The security supervisor took the credentials and opened them.

The names on the signatures and the official seal were all top-level figures he couldn't afford to offend. Without internet access, he couldn't verify the terminal data, but with his years of experience, he knew this special permit couldn't be faked.

The security supervisor swallowed hard, cold sweat beading on his forehead. On one hand, there were the rules for sealing off the hospital; on the other, there was the joint authorization from six departments. He glanced at Zhu Xunchuan, dressed in a suit and exuding a menacing aura, inside the car.

"Let them through!" The security supervisor waved his hand sharply.

The boom slowly rose.

Jiang Yao slammed on the gas. The Land Rover drove straight in, its rugged tires mercilessly crushing the red leaves scattered on the ground.

The retirement home has a secluded and tranquil environment, with rows of red-brick buildings nestled among the trees, showcasing the weight of time. Old Master Chen's residence is located at the very back of the compound.

The Land Rover came to a stop in the cobblestone parking area.

There is no urban hustle and bustle here. The air is filled with a deathly, oppressive atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.

Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the car door and walked towards the courtyard gate of the red brick building, stepping on the fallen leaves. Jiang Yao followed closely behind, her hands in her leather jacket pockets, her thumbs already unfastening the hidden clasp of her butterfly knife.

Inside the courtyard, two retired special forces soldiers responsible for close protection noticed the unusual commotion. They instantly drew their sidearms, pointing them directly at the courtyard gate.

At the very same second.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two extremely muffled, silenced sniper rifle shots rang out in the cold autumn air.

Blood splattered from the wrists of both special forces soldiers simultaneously, and their pistols fell from their hands to the ground. They screamed and collapsed to their knees beside the stone steps.

In the second blind spot, a kilometer away, Xiaobai's bullets were accurate and precise.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even glance at the two people lying on the ground before stepping onto the stairs.

The heavy, solid wood double doors of the red brick building were pushed open from the inside. Accompanied by the dull thud of wheelchair wheels rolling over the wooden floor, two figures appeared in the doorway.

Chen Pojun, the third-generation only son of the Chen family and the arrogant young master of the military region who was all the rage just the day before, was now deathly pale. He gripped the handles of a mahogany wheelchair tightly with both hands.

In the wheelchair sat an elderly man with a wrinkled face, wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit. This was Old Master Chen.

Chen Pojun stared intently at Zhu Xunchuan, who stood at the bottom of the steps. The moment the internet went down at the sanatorium, he sensed something was wrong, but he never imagined that someone would dare to wade through this sanctuary, a symbol of absolute privilege in Kyoto, in broad daylight.

"Zhu Xun Chuan!" Chen Po Jun gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with venom. "You actually dared to come here all by yourself!"