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

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped in his tracks. He raised his right hand and placed it on the back of his neck.

There was no blood, no broken skin. Only a tiny red dot appeared on the surface of the skin.

Deep within my mind, the system's red alarm sounded sharp and piercing.

[WARNING: Unknown neurotoxic infection.] (No cultivation cultivation; the toxic substance is simply a poisonous insect.)

[Highest level of defense activated. Forcibly suppressing toxins.]

[Detoxification period: seven calendar days.]

[Side effect: Immediately blocks pain sensation and most mobility throughout the body, forcing the user into hibernation.]

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes darkened. A strong sense of dizziness instantly assaulted his cerebral cortex. His vision began to black out at the edges. He gritted his teeth, using his remaining willpower to force himself to stand.

The enemy didn't use guns, nor did they get close. This silent poison transcends the scope of conventional physical defense.

"Brother Chuan, what's wrong?" Su Mucheng noticed his pause and turned around to ask.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his hand and put it back in his trench coat pocket. His tone was calm, revealing nothing unusual.

"It's alright. Let's go."

Xiao Bai's top assassin instincts prompted her to scan her surroundings. But there was nothing suspicious in the passageway.

I boarded the Gulfstream's first-class cabin. The cabin door closed, and the plane taxied for takeoff.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in the large leather seat. He closed his eyes. His body temperature was rapidly decreasing, and his fingertips were gradually going numb. He couldn't lift his arm.

Jiang Yao walked over with a cup of warm black tea. She looked at Zhu Xun Chuan's slightly pale profile and assumed he was exhausted from dealing with the Pan family's affairs for days.

She put down her teacup, took a wool blanket, and gently covered Zhu Xun Chuan with it.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get to Kyoto." Jiang Yao rarely restrained her sharp edge, and her voice was very soft.

Su Mucheng sat on the other side. She peeled off the wrapper of an orange candy, leaned over, and used her fingertip to pry open Zhu Xunchuan's lips, putting the candy inside.

The sweetness of the orange melted on his tongue. Zhu Xun Chuan didn't open his eyes. He no longer had the strength to chew.

Three hours later, the flight landed at Kyoto Nanyuan Airport.

Dinghe Group's black Alphard convoy drove directly onto the helipad to pick up passengers. The convoy sped along and entered the China World Trade Center's private underground parking garage.

A dedicated elevator goes up directly to the top-floor penthouse.

It's 11 p.m. The living room is brightly lit.

Xia Wanying was wearing a burgundy silk slip dress. She held a glass of Romanée-Conti and stood by the island counter watching the Nasdaq market.

Gu Qinghan was wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt. She sat on a leather sofa, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and a stack of top-secret case files from the Municipal Public Security Bureau beside her.

The elevator doors made a "ding" sound.

Xia Wanying and Gu Qinghan looked up at the same time.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped out of the elevator. His steps were steady, but his pace was extremely slow.

"Is the matter in Hong Kong settled?" Xia Wanying put down her wine glass, a smile playing on her lips.

"Having skipped so many days of class, your leave slip had better convince me." Gu Qinghan pushed up his glasses, his tone cold.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the carpet between the island counter and the sofa. He looked at the two women in front of him who controlled absolute power and wealth.

He opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse and low.

"I'm going to take a nap."

The words had barely left his mouth when Zhu Xun Chuan's tall and upright body suddenly collapsed forward without warning.

"Bang."

A dull thud landed on the carpet.

Xia Wanying's pupils contracted. The wine-red figure rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Gu Qinghan overturned the coffee table in front of her, scattering the files all over the floor.

The two women simultaneously fell onto the carpet, each grabbing Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulders from either side.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were tightly closed. His body temperature was alarmingly low. His heartbeat was weak.

Jiang Yao and Su Mucheng happened to step out of the elevator. Upon seeing this scene, Su Mucheng screamed, dropping her bag to the ground.

Jiang Yao drew her butterfly knife with a backhand motion. She stared intently at Xiao Bai, who was following closely behind.

"Who did this?!" Jiang Yao's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Xiaobai's face turned deathly pale. She immediately knelt on one knee, her hand holding the ceramic knife trembling.

"I didn't sense any attack," Xiaobai said, her voice trembling. This was the greatest humiliation of her career.

The warmth and ambiguity of the Guomao mezzanine have been completely shattered.

Four hours later.

The master bedroom was completely emptied and converted into a top-tier sterile intensive care unit.

More than a dozen state-of-the-art vital signs monitors emitted a monotonous "beep beep" sound.

Eight top experts from the Special Needs Department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital stood in a row. Each of them was covered in sweat.

The hospital director took off his mask. He looked at the four women standing in front of the hospital bed and swallowed hard.

"We can't find the cause." The hospital director said, head bowed. "Routine blood tests and toxicology analyses are all normal. But Mr. Zhu's brain has entered a deep dormant state, and all bodily functions are being forcibly suppressed. We are powerless to help."

"waste."

Xia Wanying's tone was icy.

She turned around and walked out of the master bedroom to the terrace.

The chilly autumn night air ruffled her silk nightgown. She took out her phone and dialed the encrypted line for the overseas intelligence director of Dinghe Group.

"Issue a bounty. A cash reserve of one hundred million US dollars. I'll deposit it into UBS's public account tonight."

Xia Wanying's eyes were filled with a violent killing intent.

"Use every channel on the dark web. Find the world's best detox and neurology experts. Don't talk to me about rules or borders. If they don't get to Kyoto within a day, your entire European branch is fired and forced to reclaim land from the sea."

The person on the other end of the phone repeatedly agreed. This business queen of North China had completely lost her temper.

Inside the master bedroom.

Gu Qinghan held the tablet computer and quickly issued instructions.

"Notify the City Bureau's Technical Investigation Division. Take over all CCTV footage from Hong Kong Island International Airport between 2 PM and 4 PM today."

Gu Qinghan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. The gaze behind the glasses was extremely cold and hard.

"Screen the movements of all related individuals. Lock down Beijing Capital International Airport and Nanyuan International Airport. Request special authorization from the National Security Bureau. No one may leave the country without permission."

She put down the tablet, walked to the bedside, and held Zhu Xun Chuan's cold right hand in both of hers, pressing it against her cheek.

Jiang Yao stood in the corner. She kept opening and closing the butterfly knife in her hand.

"As long as we find out who did it," Jiang Yao gritted her teeth, staring at the wavy line on the heart rate monitor, "20,000 brothers from the Northern Frontier will set off overnight. I will exterminate their entire clan."

Su Mucheng sat at the foot of the bed. There was nothing she could do to help. She could only wipe the cold sweat from Zhu Xunchuan's forehead with a hot towel over and over again, tears streaming down her face.

The man's absolute dominance transformed into a fierce counterattack by the girl group to protect their husbands.

On the first day, two retired military doctors from the Middle East were forcibly put onto a private plane and taken to Kyoto by Dinghe's hired mercenaries. After examining them, they shook their heads.

The next day, a leading European neurologist arrived with a hefty reward. He was still helpless.

Day three. Late at night.

The alarms from various instruments became more and more frequent. Zhu Xunchuan's body temperature dropped to freezing.

The women hadn't slept for three days and three nights, and were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell of the large apartment suddenly rang.

At this tense and heavily guarded time, the sound of the doorbell seemed extremely eerie.

One hundred Northern assassins have blocked the building's entrance, and Dinghe has taken over security. Who can just come up and ring the doorbell?