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

Jiang Yao was so angry that she trembled all over, and her right hand subconsciously reached for the side of her Martin boot.

She left in such a hurry that she left her signature butterfly knife at Brother Chuan's house.

A hand was placed on her shoulder, stopping her movement.

Zhu Xunchuan pulled Jiang Yao behind him.

He didn't say a single unnecessary word.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped down the gangway down the iron plates in his leather shoes.

The underling thought Zhu Xun Chuan was backing down and was about to continue his mockery.

Zhu Xunchuan came to him.

The distance has been shortened.

Zhu Xun Chuan's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the leader's collar, and yanked him down sharply.

At the same time, Zhu Xun Chuan's right knee thrust upwards with tremendous force.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible in the wind and snow.

The squad leader didn't even have time to scream before his nasal bone completely collapsed. The enormous impact sent him flying.

The 1.8-meter-tall strong man flew through the air in an arc and crashed heavily into a snowdrift three meters away. His blood instantly stained the surrounding snow red, and he never got up again.

The thirty-odd swordsmen were stunned for a second.

"Kill him!" someone roared.

A group of men raised their machetes and charged forward with ferocious expressions.

"Xiao Bai." Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, taking out a lighter and lighting a cigarette.

A dark figure suddenly darted out from above the gangway.

Xiaobai was incredibly fast. She gripped the ceramic blades with both hands in reverse, like a hot knife cutting through butter, and charged straight into the crowd.

There were no unnecessary fancy moves.

The blade flashed, cutting through the wind and snow.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The dull thuds of flesh being cut echoed one after another.

In just ten seconds.

The six swordsmen at the forefront simultaneously let out a piercing scream, clutching their right hands that held swords and collapsing to their knees in the snow. Deep, bone-revealing gashes gushed blood from their wrists. Their tendons had been severed; they would never be able to wield a sword again.

The remaining twenty-odd people suddenly stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the girl in black standing in the middle of the snow.

Xiao Bai flicked the blood off the blade and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.

The tarmac was deathly silent, save for the howling wind and snow and the painful cries of the wounded on the ground.

No one dared to take another step forward.

Zhu Xunchuan turned around and walked back to the gangway.

Jiang Yao stood there, stunned. She had witnessed plenty of power struggles and intrigues in Kyoto, and even more violence and bloodshed, but this kind of pure, brutal, and ruthless suppression was something she had never seen before in Zhu Xun Chuan!

This is the man she chose, who can not only shield her from the open and hidden attacks in Kyoto, but also clear all obstacles for her in the snowy nights of the North.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and lifted her up in his arms.

"Husband..." Jiang Yao leaned against his chest, her voice soft, her eyes filled with extreme infatuation and obsession.

Zhu Xun Chuan carried her down the gangway.

He stepped directly onto the chest of the unconscious gang leader with his leather shoes and walked towards a bulletproof Maybach parked behind the Land Rover convoy.

Beside the Maybach stood several Jiang family loyalists with solemn expressions.

"I don't care about the rules of the Northern Border." Zhu Xun Chuan didn't stop walking. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly. "From now on, Jiang Yao's words are the rules. Those who disobey will die."

Silence reigned all around. The group of burly men, wielding weapons, kept their heads down, not daring to even breathe.

The rear door of the Maybach was opened by a die-hard fan.

Zhu Xun Chuan carried Jiang Yao into the car. Xiao Bai opened the passenger door and got in easily.

The car door closed.

The Maybach started, crushing the snow on the ground, and sped away.

The car was heated, keeping out the extreme cold outside.

Jiang Yao took off her cashmere coat, leaving her in only a thin sweatshirt. Instead of sitting up straight, she pulled open the privacy partition in the car and then turned around to straddle Zhu Xun Chuan's lap.

She buried her head in the man's neck, greedily inhaling the faint sandalwood scent emanating from him.

Under the warmth of Zhu Xun Chuan's burning body temperature, the icy limbs gradually regained sensation.

"Honey, you're so handsome." Jiang Yao whispered into his earlobe, her voice so soft it could melt water. She squeezed her legs together and slipped her hands inside Zhu Xun Chuan's open suit jacket, caressing his firm abs.

The ruthless heiress who would never hesitate to draw her sword without drawing blood is now completely reduced to a house cat yearning to be tamed.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand cupped her full, firm breasts, kneading them gently.

"How many men does Jiang Tao have?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, letting her ask for details.

Jiang Yao looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the car and the close contact with her skin.

"The three largest gangs in Bingcheng have a combined total of nearly two thousand people..." Jiang Yao bit her red lips, her tone filled with hatred. "He bribed the hospital security, so the old man only had a dozen or so brothers guarding the place."

Zhu Xun Chuan ran his fingers through Jiang Yao's long hair and pressed down on the back of her head.

"No matter how many people there are, I'll make them pay back everything, with interest, tonight." Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Jiang Yao's heart trembled violently. She leaned forward and kissed Zhu Xun Chuan's lips without hesitation.

Their lips and tongues intertwined. A suggestive and ambiguous atmosphere filled the carriage. Jiang Yao's breathing became rapid, every inch of her body declaring its submission to this man.

Sudden.

The screen of Zhu Xunchuan's encrypted phone, which was placed in the car door storage compartment, lit up.

There was no ringtone notification.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened his eyes, put one arm around Jiang Yao's waist, and picked up his phone with the other.

On the screen was a newly received encrypted international text message. The text was automatically decrypted by the system, displaying a few lines of brief Chinese characters.

"Mr. Zhu, the snow in the North is very cold."

"I hope you'll like the bullet I gave to Mr. Jiang Ting."

Signed: Siberian Grey Wolf.

The text on the screen gradually disappeared. Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the lock screen button and casually tossed the phone into the storage compartment of the Maybach.

He wrapped one arm around Jiang Yao's slender waist, his fingertips gently caressing her soft back.

The Maybach gradually slowed down and stopped outside the emergency building of the First People's Hospital of Harbin.

The sky was covered in snow. The emergency room building's alternating blue and red neon lights flickered in the snowstorm.

Outside the glass door stood four men in white coats. They had their hands in their sleeves, heads down, smoking, seemingly chatting idly.

Zhu Xunchuan glanced at it through the privacy window.

These men stood with tense postures and extremely stable lower bodies. Most importantly, the tiger's mouth of their right hand, where they held cigarettes, was covered with a thick layer of dark yellow calluses.

Doctors who save lives don't develop such thick calluses on their hands from gunshot wounds.

"Wait in the car for thirty seconds." Zhu Xun Chuan patted Jiang Yao's lower back.

Without a word, the little white car in the front row opened the door and got out. Her petite, black figure instantly melted into the snow and wind of the icy city, disappearing without a trace.

Thirty seconds later, Zhu Xunchuan opened the car door, took Jiang Yao's hand, and stepped out of the Maybach.

The two walked into the emergency room side by side.

The area in front of the elevator was empty and silent. The four smoking "doctors" had vanished.

Only a trace of dark red blood slowly seeped from under the door of the adjacent emergency exit.

Xiao Bai stood next to the elevator buttons, his hands in his combat uniform pockets, his eyes indifferent.

Ding. The elevator doors opened. Zhu Xun Chuan led Jiang Yao in calmly.

Sixth floor, intensive care unit.

The air in the corridor was heavy and oppressive. A dozen loyal members of the Jiang family stood guard outside the ICU ward, all looking dejected. Upon seeing Jiang Yao appear, they all bowed their heads and called out, "Young Miss."

Jiang Yao ignored everyone. She strode to the huge viewing window.

Inside the sterile ward, Jiang Ting, wearing a ventilator and covered in tubes, had wires from various monitoring instruments covering most of his chest. This once powerful and influential figure in the northern border was now as quiet as a withered tree.

Jiang Yao's facade crumbled completely. Her legs gave way, and she slid down the glass window.

A strong arm came across and firmly wrapped around her waist. Zhu Xun Chuan exerted a little force, pulling her completely into his embrace.

He held the back of her head and gently stroked her long hair.

"The King of Hell isn't taking anyone today, I said it." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, exuding an undeniable sense of stability. (Ah Yin: Brother Chuan's power has been activated! In the Northern Territory arc, it even reached its peak! Just kidding, I think only those who pretend to be rich without real ability are truly powerful, our Brother Chuan is a god-tier rich guy!)

Jiang Yao gripped Zhu Xun Chuan's suit lapel tightly, burying her face in his broad chest. Tears instantly soaked the man's clothes; she didn't cry out, but her shoulders trembled violently.