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

Kunye stood up, walked to An Xiaozhao's sofa, and looked down at her.

The woman had her head down, her body trembling, like a frightened little animal.

Master Kun curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yes, that's a normal reaction. Anyone who has truly witnessed the power of Master Kun would react this way.

Fear, submission, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

He suddenly reached out and pinched An Xiaozhao's chin, forcing her to look up.

Then Kunye paused for a moment.

Because he saw that the little canary's beak was tightly pursed, and its facial muscles were extremely taut.

Her eyes, which were originally curved like two little crescent moons hiding a hint of cleverness, suddenly closed the moment they met his gaze.

It feels like...

She was afraid he would see the smile in her eyes.

Master Kun: "..."

It must be an illusion.

He's a ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye, what could she be laughing at? Was she laughing at the two mercenaries kneeling down next to him to provide lighting when he said "I am the law"?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

His voice was deep: "Open your eyes."

An Xiaozhao's eyelashes trembled.

She took a deep breath before slowly opening her eyes, which were filled with tears, reflecting Kun Ye's image, making him look innocent and pitiful.

There was no smile, not even a hint of one.

Master Kun was satisfied; he had indeed been overthinking things.

"Did you hear that?" Kun Ye's lips curled into a smile. "Someone held a meeting specifically for your enemies. What does that mean?"

An Xiaozhao blinked, not daring to speak.

This means you've been tagged, bro.

For someone involved in organized crime to be mentioned at such a high-level press conference is truly an exposure of one's face—or rather, an exposure of one's grave.

You're still laughing here? If you laugh two more times, the spokesperson's prepared speech could be pasted directly onto your forehead as a funeral banner.

"That means they already know where I am," Kun continued, his tone soft and slow, "but they don't dare to come, so they can only say a few nice words on TV, trying to make me put down the knife myself."

Master Kun was clearly pleased with her expression.

He chuckled softly, loosening his grip on her chin and gently stroking her face instead: "Scared?"

An Xiaozhao nodded dishonestly.

Kunye's smile deepened.

"That's right," he said in a low voice. "Women should be a little afraid of their men, but you don't need to be afraid of this. They can't control me."

An Xiaozhao: "...Oh."

Okay, whatever you say.

Master Kun: "..."

He spent ages building up the atmosphere, and all this woman replied with was an "oh"?

He felt his blood pressure spike. He always felt that this little canary, who always seemed obedient and innocent on the surface, was hiding a lot of things inside.

He suppressed his pent-up anger, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Do you think I'm bragging again?"

"No, no, no!" An Xiaozhao shook her head vigorously. "Master Kun is wise and mighty! If Master Kun says he won't do anything, he won't! Master Kun is the best in the world!"

Master Kun was fairly satisfied with her sensible nature.

He chuckled, released her chin, sat back down on the sofa, and put his cigar back in his mouth: "What did I rely on to get to where I am today?"

His voice was deep and slow, carrying a domineering, calm, and mad tone: "It's all about this: the more others say you can't touch it, the more I want to touch it."

"I'll just sit here and watch them talk to me."

An Xiaozhao: "..."

"Dumb man," Master Kun ordered, "go do my job."

The mute man immediately stepped forward.

"Several shipments to the border have been suspended, citing recent heightened tensions and the fishing moratorium."

"Also, I've changed my mind," he exhaled a puff of smoke, the fan-shaped pattern at the corner of his mouth slowly unfolding, "Originally, I wanted to capture the Lu family members, take them to Southeast Asia, and deal with them slowly."

"Now that they've held a meeting and said such nice things..."

"Then let's do it in their own city, kidnap that brat from the Lu family right in front of them, kill him, and then send him back."

"I'd like to see how they respond."

Hearing this, An Xiaozhao finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Mr. Kun, aren't you planning to... lay low for a while?"

In other words, send her back first, and then hide.

Kunye glanced back at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Hiding?"

"My little sparrow, have you ever seen a king who would move overnight just because someone delivered a message?"

His eyes held a mixture of nonchalance and knowing look: "Remember, on their television, I'm the person in charge."

"But on my turf, I'm someone they can't get rid of."

An Xiaozhao: "...Mr. Kun, you're right."

Master Kun raised his chin slightly and suddenly said, "Go, pour me a glass of wine."

An Xiaozhao obediently got up and went to the wine cabinet to pour him some wine.

She turned her back, secretly rolled her eyes, then quickly composed herself, picked up her wine glass, and walked back with a meek smile: "Master Kun, your wine."

Her voice was soft, her eyes were curved, and she was obedient and non-aggressive.

Master Kun took the wine glass and swirled the red wine inside. "Little Sparrow," he said, "what do you think that guy surnamed Lu is thinking right now?"

An Xiaozhao's lips twitched.

He was probably calling you an idiot, and then he asked his dad to hire four plainclothes officers to follow him. After all, this guy even brings two plainclothes officers with him when he goes out for a meal, so he's basically in contact with the police 24/7.

But she couldn't say that.

She could only lower her eyes and say softly, "He will definitely regret it; he shouldn't have offended Master Kun."

Upon hearing this, Master Kun was extremely pleased.

He tilted his head back and finished his drink, then waved his hand and said, "Go. In three days, I'll make sure this face is returned to me, with interest."

The trusted confidants around him exchanged glances, all seeing apprehension in each other's eyes.

It's obvious that Master Kun wants to go toe-to-toe with that behemoth on the other side, and he's going to trample on the face that the other side values ​​most.

But they dared not say anything more, and bowed their heads to accept the order and retreated.

……

Ba Shi, a card and mahjong parlor.

A dozen or so men were crammed into the room, which was filled with smoke.

Just today, they received instructions from Master Kun in Southeast Asia.

The instructions are actually quite simple: find that brat surnamed Lu, rush up, carry him back, kill him, and then throw him back to him.

A thug next to him asked, "Brother Tiger, how do we do this job? There are a lot of cops on the streets lately. If we start now, aren't we just asking for trouble?"

"Snapped!"

Tiger slapped his underling on the back of the head: "You don't know anything! Master Kun's order is law. Once the order is given, even if it's raining knives from the sky, you fucking have to get this done!"

These words were spoken with force and conviction.

The younger brother shrank back and didn't dare to say a word.

The others in the room also quieted down.

These people have been lurking in the market for so long, doing odd jobs, and they usually avoid auxiliary police officers.

But as soon as Master Kun's order arrived, they were like a switch had been flipped, and they became completely different people.

Despite the fear, no one considered not doing it.

Because in their minds, Master Kun never needs a reason to do what he wants.

He doesn't ask who the other party is, nor does he care about the consequences. You just need to get the job done. As for whether you live or die, that's a matter of luck.

Tiger took a few more puffs of his cigarette, his eyes filled with determination: "Gather everyone, let's do it tonight!"

"Second brother, take a few men and keep an eye on Lu Jingxiu. Keep a close watch on him. Tonight, the brothers will grab their weapons and attack, no matter who's with him or where he is."

"Be quick, do it in front of as many people as possible, bring him back and kill him, then dump him on the street."

Tiger Brother got more and more excited as he spoke, his back straightening higher and higher, and a strange sense of pride gradually emerged in his tone:

"Brothers! If we succeed this time, and Master Kun is so pleased, this Ba City will be our territory!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's blood boiled.

That's right, what's there to be afraid of?

What's so great about being a cop?

Master Kun said the bigger the commotion, the better. If Master Kun isn't afraid, why should they be?

In an instant, the atmosphere in the card room was electric, and even the smoke seemed to transform into the smoke of heroic ambition.

"Alright!" Tiger waved his hand. "Everyone get ready! Meet at the usual place at eight o'clock tonight!"

The crowd roared in agreement, stood up, and rubbed their hands together, ready to make a big splash.

Tiger was the only one left in the card room.

He lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at the darkening sky outside the window, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The market is dominating; it's time for a change of pace tonight.