American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Stephen Chow's eyes gleamed with gossip.

When that crazy woman was cursing Old Jin just now, the way she gritted her teeth was definitely not something a mere bystander could do.

Feeling smelly all over, but too lazy to take a shower?

Such intimate details... must have been captured face-to-face!

"Let's be frank," Zhou Xingxing clicked his tongue. "The way you insulted that long-haired old thief was incredibly precise. To know even something as trivial as him not liking to shower—that's living together in terms of intimate details!"

Xuexu, who had been staring at Zhou Xingxing, subconsciously shifted her gaze slightly to the side.

Seeing this, Stephen Chow snapped his fingers in his mind.

You guessed it!

He stood up, striking Conan's classic pose, pointing one hand directly at Yukio's nose: "And combined with your resentful, womanizing expression, as if you want to devour him alive, there's only one truth!"

"You two slept together!"

Yukio sighed, "It was... just for that period of time. Then he ran away, and we lost contact."

Zhou Xingxing leaned back strategically, cursing Old Jin's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

You old man, Jin Tou!

He usually looks like a retired old man with stubble, but back then he played the domineering werewolf who fell in love with me.

"That bastard is the North American Chen Shimei! He'll kick you to the curb after he's done with his pants! Don't worry!"

Stephen Chow, filled with righteous indignation, said, "I must go back and hold a large-scale meeting to criticize this decadent bourgeois style!"

Yukio turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly.

Seeing that the time was right, Stephen Chow took out his notebook and pen, licked the pen tip, and struck a paparazzi pose.

"Come on, calm down, let's dig deeper. So, what's the deal with your heiress, Mariko Yashida?"

"You, a bodyguard, would give up a secure job to become a lowly hitman who goes hungry on a regular basis? That doesn't make sense."

Yukio remained silent.

"Not going to say anything?" Stephen Chow blurted out from his script, "I can guess even if you don't say anything!"

"It must be that your young lady also took a fancy to that hairy monster, and then you two, mistress and servant, fought fiercely at the foot of Mount Fuji for the priority mating right of that beast, staging a final showdown at the Forbidden City! In the end, you were outmatched and cruelly kicked out!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Enraged, Yukio burst into a tirade, "Mariko-sama wouldn't do such a thing! She's noble and pure; it's all that beast's fault!"

"Oh?" Stephen Chow seized the opportunity to probe, "Tell me more, what did she do?"

Yukio knew she had fallen for a provocation, but since things had gotten this far, she decided to go all in.

"Miss Mariko loves him deeply, but the master strongly opposes it. Fearing for his safety, she asked me to take him to a remote mountain village to avoid trouble."

Yukio's eyes became unfocused as she drifted into memories: "That place was too cold, too remote. Heavy snow blocked the mountains, and he spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol. I..."

"I just wanted to comfort him. That night, I tried to take his bottle, and he pinned me down on the tatami mat..."

Stephen Chow frantically took notes, "Details! Go into the details! Ahem... it's a professional habit, you continue."

"Then one night he left alone, and the place was empty. I wanted to go back and explain the situation to the lady, but every time I saw her, I felt ashamed and couldn't face her."

"Later, I chose to leave the family and take on assassination jobs to numb myself."

Stephen Chow clicked his tongue and shook his head: "You're basically suffering from Stockholm Syndrome combined with a redemption novel heroine complex. You think you can tame a wild wolf with love? He'll just turn around and go back to America to live a life of luxury, leaving you here as a pitiful supporting character!"

"This plot...tsk tsk tsk...Beware of fire, theft, and best friends—a time-honored truth!"

Yukio was hit where it hurt and burst into tears.

This is the first time in so many years that she has been honest with a stranger.

"Hey, hey, stop it!"

Stephen Chow frantically pulled out tissues to wipe her tears. "I'm most afraid of women crying. So what happened next?"

"A year later, I secretly sneaked back to the family to visit Miss." Yukio sobbed a few times. "I hid on the roof and saw her sitting in the courtyard, holding... a baby in her arms."

baby!

Old Gold's son!

"What does that child look like? Was it born with sideburns? Could it extend its claws?"

Xuexu shook her head: "I didn't see it clearly, but the way Miss looked at that child... I've never seen her show that kind of expression before. The family claims that he was an orphan adopted from a collateral branch."

"That was more than ten years ago. That child should be seventeen or eighteen years old now..."

It was found so easily?

It came to me without any effort!

Now that we've obtained the crucial intelligence, there's no point in keeping this tough nut to crack; we might as well do him a favor.

He deftly reached out and pressed the release buckle on the restraint strap.

"I'll let you go this time because you provided important information."

Stephen Chow put his hands behind his back, looked up at the drafty ceiling of the kendo hall at a 45-degree angle, and said, "Remember, I'm just a passing traveler. Don't be obsessed with me. I'm just a legend."

Yukio rubbed her wrist, which was red from being strangled, and looked at him as if he were a lunatic.

"But you have to do me a favor." Stephen Chow, who quickly lost his composure, grinned and stepped forward.

"What kind of help?"

"Could you check on Mariko's current whereabouts for me?"

"No way!" Yukio refused outright.

Stephen Chow understood.

When this woman was cursing Old Jin just now, she was at most a resentful woman who had been deceived in love, which was a normal way of venting her anger.

But as soon as I heard the name "Mariko Yashida"...

Good heavens, Mariko is the one who is absolutely untouchable deep within her soul!

"Don't be so nervous! I'm not going to assassinate her. It's broad daylight; we're supposed to be decent, civilized people, right?"

He pulled a cotton swab out of his pocket and waved it back and forth in front of Yukio.

"Look, I brought this thing with me. It's just to extract some oral mucosa for a scientific DNA comparison!"

"Don't even think about it! As long as I'm breathing, you won't get even a step closer to the young lady through me! Kill me if you want!"

Hey?

So you're going to refuse a toast only to have to suffer the consequences, huh?

Zhou Xingxing reached behind his back and placed the butcher knife directly under Xuexu's nose.

"I have a good temper, but that doesn't mean I don't have one."

"To be honest, I've won the annual anatomy championship at the vegetable market for three consecutive years."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll turn you into a skeletal specimen, put you in a preservative-proof glass box, and send you to your young lady as a New Year's gift!"

That line was pretty harsh, wasn't it?

Even he himself felt that his villainous aura had reached its maximum.

Faced with the threat, Xuexu sneered, straightened her neck, and directly rammed her neck into the butcher knife!

"Hey! You're trying to scam me!"

Stephen Chow pulled his wrist back and stabbed the butcher knife back into his lower back.

This crazy woman doesn't even care about her life?!

Zhou Xingxing cursed under his breath.

"Alright, since it's inconvenient for me to meet with that Mariko, I'll ask someone else."

"Old Jin had a past relationship with someone in this run-down place. Have you ever heard of Ijin?"