Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

A private estate deep in the jungles of Southeast Asia.

It's been three days.

It has been three full days since Master Kun ordered the entire Lu Jingxiu family to come over.

He didn't even bring back a bird, let alone a person.

No news on the first day.

Master Kun assumed his subordinates had gone to run errands.

After all, it would take at least a day or two to travel from the market to the border and then land by water.

He continued to smoke his cigars, drink his red wine, and play with his newly captured little canary.

The little canary is quite cunning.

On the surface, she pretended to be gentle, weak, obedient, and docile, but in the early hours of the morning, when no one was paying attention, she secretly ran away.

Unfortunately, he wasn't very bright; after running away, he didn't go anywhere but instead ended up in the local police station.

The police officers at the station were very polite in bringing her back and kept apologizing.

An Xiaozhao stood at the door, looking at the smiling police chief, then at him smoking on the sofa. Kunye could drink two bottles of wine just by recalling that expression.

He was happy all night long.

The next day, there was still no news.

Kunye sensed something was wrong.

He sent someone to urge them on, but the person he sent to contact them returned looking rather grim, saying, "Master Kun, we can't get in touch."

At the time, Master Kun was leaning back in the leather sofa, holding two iron balls in his hands, which were spinning loudly.

Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and remained silent.

Day three.

Before it even got dark, he already knew that those people were most likely gone.

They're either dead, captured, or escaped.

More than thirty people, they all vanished into thin air.

He sent out his most experienced soldiers, men who had survived countless battles and could easily catch a random customer.

So I went to the supermarket and that's how it ended up?

What is a "ba shi" (霸市)?

It's a city, a civilized society, the kind of civilized city where even guns are hard to come by!

That kind of place could swallow up more than thirty of his mercenaries?!

Master Kun sat on the sofa and remained silent for more than ten minutes before raising his head to look at the mute man standing beside him.

"Dumb man, the person we sent... is he dead, or was he captured?"

The mute man shook his head, indicating that he didn't know yet.

After a moment of silence, Master Kun suddenly smiled.

"Interesting." He leaned back on the sofa and lit a cigar.

A flash of firelight streaked across his eyes, revealing a certain excitement within them.

"How long has it been? How many years has it been since anyone dared to spoil my fun like this?"

He had a cigar in his mouth, and his voice was deep and hoarse.

An Xiaozhao was huddled in a corner at the moment.

She was locked up for three days, and apart from eating and sleeping, she was kept under Kun Ye's watchful eye the rest of the time.

Like a sparrow tied to the edge of a cage, unable to fly away or escape.

She dared not speak, but a glimmer of hope lingered in her heart, and she was still thinking of an escape plan.

She really didn't expect that Master Kun would collude with the local police. She went to the police station, but Master Kun made a phone call and the police obediently sent her back.

At that moment, she felt like it was already dark.

For the next two days, she behaved herself obediently and outwardly submitted, becoming Kun Ye's plaything.

But in my mind, I've drawn and deleted the escape route countless times, deleting and drawing it again.

If she manages to escape back to China, she absolutely, positively will tell her grandfather everything that happened here.

Although Grandpa is currently under house arrest, the An family still has money and connections.

Hire a group of people from overseas circles and let Master Kun experience what it's like to be chased and bitten.

She carefully hid her hatred.

Kunye suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

"Come here." He beckoned with his finger.

An Xiaozhao froze, biting her lower lip, and slowly moved over.

Kun grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, pinching her chin with his fingers and forcing her to look up at him.

His breath smelled of cigars, and his eyes were fixed on her.

"I promised you," his voice lowered, in the classic cello style of a domineering CEO, "that not a single member of the Lu family would survive."

"It seems your enemy is a little more troublesome than I thought."

An Xiaozhao's eye twitched involuntarily.

How could it not be a difficult situation? That's the entire family of the municipal party secretary.

Sending thirty-odd people to arrest the municipal party secretary is not just a tricky task; it's an open confrontation with tens of thousands of police officers, thousands of special police officers, and soldiers from a military district that have been monopolizing the city.

However, she dared not say these words aloud, and could only lower her eyes and continue to be her obedient little bird.

Master Kun smiled.

"But my little sparrow," he said softly, his thumb slowly tracing her chin, "you should be glad that the harder he is to die, the longer you will stay by my side."

An Xiaozhao smiled politely.

"Those good-for-nothings are no good," Kun said casually. "Go investigate. If you can't find them, just keep adding more people. I'll give you three more days. In three days, I want to see them here, alive."

His subordinates dared not utter a sound and accepted the order.

After everyone left, Master Kun raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

He wasn't too angry about his useless subordinates; what angered him was that the things he had said to An Xiaozhao over the past few days now seemed to put him in an awkward position.

He had told her before that in three days, her enemy would disappear from this world.

He spoke with great confidence and certainty, and put on a very imposing air.

The results of it?

That's fucking awkward.

He glanced at An Xiaozhao in his arms. The little sparrow was stiff all over, shrinking and not moving, looking like she was saying, "I dare not speak."

Kunye suddenly became even more irritable.

He really wanted to explain that things weren't as he thought; his people were just... still on their way.

But he couldn't bring himself to explain it. When did the king of this land need to explain himself to a caged bird?

Kunye reached out and pinched her chin again, gently lifting her face.

He stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to reclaim the humiliation he had suffered by looking into them.

"An Xiaozhao," his voice was as deep as a cello, and a fan-shaped smile appeared on his lips, "My people will return, and your enemies will surely die."

An Xiaozhao was forced to tilt her head back, her eyelashes trembling, and it took her a long time to utter a single word: "...Oh."

Master Kun: "..."

He almost laughed out of exasperation at that "oh".

No, he'd built up all that build-up, and all she got was an "oh" in response?

Did this woman even understand her situation? Shouldn't she be crying and saying "No," "Please," or "Master Kun, you're so amazing"?

"You don't seem to believe me?" He narrowed his eyes, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek, his voice growing lower. "Do you think I'm exaggerating?"

"I...I didn't," An Xiaozhao quickly shook her head, her survival instincts kicking in. "I believe you, I really believe you, I believe whatever Master Kun says."

Hurry up and send more people. The more people you send, the emptier your village will become, and the bigger the window for me to escape will be.

You really don't know, Lu Jingxiu takes two criminal police officers with him when he goes out for a meal. He's more skilled at calling the police than ordering food.

Moreover, this person's style is completely different from that of ordinary rich young masters; he only has two skills in his skill bar.

One is to call the police, and the other is to call the fire department.

My two poor older brothers were sent there to work as sewing machines back then...

"It's good that you believe me," Master Kun said slowly, looking down at her. "Don't forget, you're my man. If I say I'll avenge you, I will. Just remember that, and leave the rest to me."

An Xiaozhao didn't dare to say "oh" anymore at this point.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes glistening with genuine emotion.

Although this was the first time she had dealt with such a madman, she knew that she absolutely could not provoke him at this moment.

"Dumb," Kunye suddenly spoke up, having come up with a new idea.

The tall, shadowy man behind them didn't move, but lowered his head even further.

"Send another group to Ba City to check things out," he said, exhaling a puff of smoke, his voice hoarse. "This group shouldn't take any action; just observe the actions of the first group. Once they've observed clearly, come back and let me know."

The mute man nodded silently and retreated into a corner.

Master Kun stared into the darkness of the room, slowly twirling the cigar in his hand, and suddenly chuckled softly.

If he didn't send someone there, he really wouldn't know what kind of city the Lu family lived in.

More than thirty brothers, and not a single one of them could get out.

He suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

The game of chess isn't afraid of being big, there are plenty of pieces, but as for going there in person? That's impossible.

He is Master Kun, the king of this land.

Your Majesty cannot be moved lightly; even a slight movement would lower your status.

But if there really is someone there worth him going there in person...

He exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly smiled.

He won't go then.

This is called, "A king should not stand under a dangerous wall."