Yandere Erii, stop tormenting Lu Mingfei!

When Lu Mingfei and his group entered the office, Jones was still huddled under the solid wood desk, trembling. He held his head in his hands, looking just like a child who had heard a ghost story and hid under the covers, thinking that this would create an invincible safety barrier.

Fingel went over and dragged him out like a dead dog.

"Don't kill me!" Jones knelt down, hands covering his head, the standard American surrender gesture.

His voice trembled with fear, "I'm just an ordinary businessman, here to discuss business! I have nothing to do with Carlos!"

"Where's the girl from Brooklyn last night?" Old Tang stepped forward and asked, his voice booming with suppressed anger as he stared intently at Jones, the bespectacled, seemingly refined scoundrel. "Maria Sanchez, where is she?!"

Jones's face turned ashen, his eyes darting around in a panic, yet he still feigned ignorance: "I don't know anything about girls or Maria."

Old Tang could no longer contain his anger. He rushed forward, grabbed Jones by the collar with his rough, thick hands, and lifted him up like a chick.

"Fuck you!" he roared, slamming his fist into Jones' stomach!

"Ugh—!!!" Jones's eyes bulged out, his face was covered in cold sweat from the excruciating pain, his whole body was curled up like a shrimp, and yellowish-green bile sprayed out of his mouth. The pain prevented him from even screaming, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, sticking together on his face.

"Old Tang, don't kill him!" Lu Mingfei warned.

At this moment, Carlos, whom Lu Mingfei was dragging along, spoke. Although blood was bubbling from his mouth, his will to live had reached its peak: "The girls we've captured in the last few days have all been sent to an island last night. This guy is my contact person with that island."

island?

Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang exchanged a glance.

"What island?" Old Tang stared at Jones, whose face was deathly pale. This time, he grabbed Jones by the neck and with a little force, Jones immediately felt suffocated and reached out to slap the back of his hand.

Old Tang loosened his grip on his neck a little, and the other man coughed violently. Old Tang had lost all hope.

"That's a private island in the Long Island waters east of New York. We call it 'Paradise.' The owner is Mr. Epstein, who likes to collect all sorts of beautiful young girls. That's all I know. I'm just a middleman, responsible for finding those girls for him!"

"Is security tight on the island?" Lu Mingfei asked, stroking his chin.

"It's very strict. The island is heavily fortified, and the armed personnel are all retired from the front lines of U.S. special forces, including many special warriors."

"The island's coordinates," Lu Mingfei asked.

Jones rattled off a string of numbers with practiced ease.

Fingel took out his phone and quickly pulled up a nautical chart. "It seems the rumors are true. There have been urban legends about mysterious islands in New York for a long time, imprisoning all kinds of beautiful girls for the enjoyment of the upper class. But many media outlets say it's just a baseless conspiracy theory."

"If we're going to attack that place, we'll need a large ship to transport those poor girls, and we'll also need more heavy weapons," Fingel said.

"I have connections to get the boat and equipment quickly. I have a long-term employer with extensive connections, so these things won't be a problem for her," Old Tang said, but he frowned, his expression showing some struggle. "But this requires a lot of money, and I'm afraid my savings won't be enough to cover it."

At that moment, a fair and delicate hand reached out from the side, with clean fingertips holding a pure black card.

Erii handed over her black card, her face beaming with excitement: "Can we get it done tonight? I can't wait to rush in and have some fun with Sakura."

What the hell is this?!

The four of us are going to attack a heavily guarded, heavily armed, and even mixed-race island of demons!

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain about his wife's thought process.

Fingel leaned closer, his eyes wide as he stared at the black card: "This quality! This prestige! An American Express black card with unlimited credit? Holy crap! Junior sister, who exactly are you, the heiress of some mysterious tycoon?!"

"Don't worry about the details, they'll all be part of the Lu family from now on anyway," Lu Mingfei said casually.

Old Tang took the card, touched the titanium alloy surface with his fingers, took a deep breath, walked to the window, took out his phone, and dialed a special number that only existed in his mind.

At this moment, in a luxury apartment by the River Thames in London, England.

Su Enxi lay on the sofa reading a magazine, a face mask on. She wore a plain silk robe, her long hair cascading down her waist, looking every bit the part of a college student at home.

The magazine she was reading was full of handsome men from all over the world.

Even a black swan is still a woman, and it's perfectly reasonable for her to look at handsome men to satisfy her cravings.

At that moment, the phone's special ringtone sounded.

She picked it up and looked at the note: No. 13.

He raised his slender eyebrows and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, number 13, what's up?" Su Enxi asked lazily.

Old Tang on the other end of the phone was clearly not in the mood for small talk and went straight to the point: "Boss, I need your help, and of course, I'll pay you the full amount."

Then he took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and quickly recited a list of military equipment.

Su Enxi smiled after hearing this. "These are all heavy weapons. Are you planning to attack the Pentagon? How about this, I'll get you a retired Perry-class frigate. Although it's an old model, it's fully equipped with 76mm naval guns, torpedo tubes, and anti-ship missiles. Its power and speed are also good. I'll also give you some extra weapons. That'll be enough for you to take down that damn island."

Old Tang gasped on the other end of the phone: "How did you know what I was going to do? I haven't even said I need a boat yet."

"Number 13, don't ask too many questions. Just do what you feel like. All the military equipment for this order is free. You won't have to spend a penny. In return, you can only accept the tasks I issue for the next six months. I have something very important for you to do. Understand?" Su Enxi smiled slightly, exuding mystery.

Then she gave the meeting point: "New York Harbor, Pier 3, Berth 7 in Area B. Someone will pick you and your partner up in two hours and take you to the warship. Good luck."

The phone hangs up.

The busy signal came through, and Old Tang swallowed hard, his heart filled with shock, his palms sweating profusely.

His boss seemed to have a premonition, not only knowing what he was going to do, but also preparing everything in advance.

Meanwhile, in London, Su Enxi tore off her face mask and casually threw it into the trash can. After washing her face, she couldn't help but find it amusing:

"There are actually people in this world who are so lucky to be served by three Dragon Kings and an S-class combatant at the same time. That's quite a blessing!" A sly smile appeared on her lips.

In the Atlantic Ocean, there lies a private island far from shipping lanes, unmarked on any civilian nautical charts—Paradise.

Inside a luxurious Roman palace.

Epstein, dressed in a blue velvet bathrobe, sat in his opulent office, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and a mouse in the other.

On the computer screen, dozens of unread emails lay in the encrypted mailbox.

The sender's nickname was completely bizarre:

[The Wall Street Wolf] [The DC Bald Eagle] [The West Coast Lion King] [The Silicon Valley Vulture] [The Charming White House Man]

Furthermore, these emails were extremely brief and full of metaphors:

When will the next batch of food arrive? I'm starving!

"The night of sacrifice is about to begin? The altar is ready. As a messenger of the gods, I need to offer a great number of lambs as sacrifices to the gods."

"Which day's party is the most exciting? Dear Dad, I can't wait to get to the island! Please tell me, how can I make you happy?"

Epstein swiped the mouse, browsing through the emails one by one, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer playing on his lips.

He picked up his glass, took a sip of the scarlet liquid, and the pale, thin face and the deep, smug eyes behind his glasses were illuminated by the screen's blue light.

"Members of parliament, judges, tycoons, philanthropists, business geniuses... Ha, how interesting." He muttered to himself, reading the true identities behind those emails, and shook his head slightly. "By day they wear suits and enter homes, preaching morality and virtue, but by night they become man-eating demons."

"Well-dressed and dignified, yet appearing respectable."

He put down his wine glass, his eyes sweeping over the ugly, metaphorical words on the screen.

"But if not, how would we command you?"

"The more glamorous the exterior, the sweeter the rotten interior; the more filthy the soul, the more beautiful and melodious its screams when it burns!"

He gazed at the oil paintings on the office walls depicting scenes of decadence and revelry from ancient Greek mythology, and murmured to himself.

Outside the window, the waves silently crashed against the rocks below the cliffs, the island's pier was brightly lit, and guards in black uniforms patrolled around with their wolfhounds.

From the magnificent building in the center of the island, a few faint sounds, like laughter and crying, drifted out before being carried away by the sea breeze.