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Even after a horrific car accident, the woman's posture remained upright.

Rainwater slid down her deep, cold face, but there was no trace of panic in her eyes.

Gunshots were rapidly approaching from the alley behind, accompanied by hurried footsteps and shouts as they pounded on puddles.

The woman strode towards the taxi with her long, slender legs.

She walked to the driver's side door, didn't even look at the driver inside who was pale with fright, and raised her hand to smash the car window.

With a crisp, loud bang.

The entire tempered glass shattered instantly into countless spiderweb-like fragments, which scattered into the carriage with a crash.

Her pale hand pierced through the flying shards of glass, reached into the car, and deftly unlocked the door.

The woman opened the car door, grabbed the driver's work uniform collar, and threw him out, where he landed heavily on the roadside.

Her movements were both elegant and savage; she bent slightly and got into the driver's seat.

boom!

The car door was slammed shut behind her, as if Lin Ye and the other two people who were originally sitting in the car didn't exist at all. She then violently shifted gears and stepped on the gas with her right foot.

The engine roared wildly, the tires spun twice in place, and then, like a wild horse, it sped off into the night ahead.

The woman stared straight ahead and uttered a cold, uncompromising sentence in Japanese: "Stop talking nonsense, we'll let you off when we reach our destination."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several black modified cars and a number of motorcycles appeared on the street behind them, chasing after them like a persistent leech.

boom!boom!

The continuous gunfire tore through the noise of the rainy night. Several bullets whistled past the taxi, one of which hit the outer rearview mirror, sending shards of glass flying out of the window.

Despite the constant threat of death during the pursuit, the woman showed no sign of panic.

Her feet rapidly switched between the accelerator and the brake, and the steering wheel was violently swung into her hands.

The taxi performed an exaggerated drift at the intersection, its rear end scraping against a roadside utility pole. The series of evasive maneuvers forced a car following closely behind to crash headfirst into the roller shutter door of a shop.

"Tch." Song Jing had learned the Japanese language. He turned his head to look at the street scene flashing by outside the window. He seemed to be annoyed by the woman's tone earlier. He pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath, but it was actually as if he was deliberately saying it to her. "Who do you think you are? You're so arrogant. Someone like you, I could take you down with just a single hair on your head."

The sound was clearly audible inside the carriage, and the temperature inside instantly dropped to freezing.

The woman raised her deep, cold eyes and, through the rearview mirror, shot a chilling gaze that fixed on Song Jing's face.

Song Jing stuck out his tongue, made a face, then turned his head away, staring at the rain outside the window without saying a word.

After weaving through the streets and alleys, the woman, relying on her familiarity with the terrain, shook off her troublesome pursuers under a bridge and finally stopped in front of the gate of a very large Japanese-style courtyard with a strong retro atmosphere.

The white walls and black tiles of the courtyard stand out starkly against the backdrop of modern high-rise buildings.

As soon as the woman pushed open the car door and got out, the tightly closed wooden gate of the courtyard was quickly pulled open from the inside.

Two rows of men dressed in black kimonos braved the rain and quickly came out to greet her, bowing deeply to the woman in unison with a respectful attitude.

The woman walked into the courtyard without turning her head and coldly gave direct orders to her subordinates.

"Tie these three people up."

Several men dressed in kimonos immediately obeyed, rushing menacingly towards the taxi and roughly pulling open the car door.

Zhao Qishan had just been pulled out of the car when he heard this and immediately became agitated, shouting loudly in Xia Shang language with his neck stiffened.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you being reasonable? You said that when you got on the bus, that you'd let us go once we got to our destination? You should keep your word!"

The woman ignored him, her high-heeled boots clicking as she gracefully disappeared into the depths of the gate.

As he was being led to the courtyard, Zhao Qishan was furious and, tilting his head, began to curse at Song Jing beside him.

"I told you, you're usually pretty clever, but did you forget your brain today? The other person was driving perfectly fine, why did you have to be so rude and provoke them? Now look what happened, you're stuck here, are you happy?"

Song Jing refused to admit defeat and retorted with a sidelong glance as he walked.

"How do I know she's petty? I'm just stating the facts. Is it my fault she can't stand the truth? Besides, so what if you tie her up? These few flimsy ropes aren't going to strangle you, are they?"

"You still have the nerve to talk back!" Zhao Qishan exclaimed angrily, blowing his beard and glaring at Zhao.

Lin, who was walking beside him, turned her head to look at Zhao Qishan.

Zhao Qishan's furious expression vanished instantly, replaced by a seasoned and slightly reassuring smile. He cheerfully told Lin Ye, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, let's see how things go."

After passing through a long corridor and several courtyards, the three were finally pushed and shoved into an open space deep in the courtyard.

Several burly men skillfully tied them to three thick wooden stakes, checked the ropes for sturdiness, and then turned and left, leaving a few people watching them from a distance.

The night rain lasted for a while, then gradually stopped.

Suddenly, the clattering sound of wooden clogs could be heard from the wooden corridor not far away.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray kimono, carrying several folders in his hand, hurriedly walked from the other end of the corridor with his head down.

Zhao Qishan had noticed him early on and called out to him, "Feed..."

The middle-aged man looked up when he heard the sound, his gaze sweeping over the three people in the open space before finally settling on Zhao Qishan's face.

A hint of surprise flashed across his previously calm face. He glanced around at the guards standing a little further away before walking up to Zhao Qishan.

"Zhao Qishan, what are you doing here?"

"It's a long story. I have to ask you, aren't you usually hiding in Kabukicho as a hotel manager? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Chung Ping explained the situation: "The owner of this house is my boss. It's almost the end of the month, and I have to come over with the revenue report to report on the performance, as is customary."

Before they could exchange more than a few words, the woman from before appeared at the end of the corridor.

She changed into another black dress, the soft silk hem brushing gently against the wooden floor with each step, her gaze sweeping coldly over us.

The woman saw Zhong Ping standing in the open space, her red lips slightly parted, and asked in Japanese.

Zhong Ping adopted a humble attitude, adopting the smile typical of a subordinate facing a superior, and immediately responded fluently in Japanese.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ping bowed deeply and walked into the depths of the house with the folder in his hand.

Zhao Qishan looked at Song Jing, who spoke Japanese, and asked, "What were those two whispering about just now?"

Song Jing translated: "The woman asked him if he knew us, since he was acting so suspiciously. He answered very frankly, saying that he was just passing by and saw that the three of us looked ugly, so he just glanced at us out of curiosity and definitely didn't know us."

Zhao Qishan roared: "You son of a bitch, beep—"