After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

early morning.

In the main bedroom of the stilted house, Zhu Xun Chuan opened his eyes.

Two distinctly different premium scents mingled in the air.

Pei Yanyu held his left arm in her arms, while Xia Wanying rested her head on his right arm.

Both women woke up.

Their breathing was steady, but their strength under the covers was fierce. Pei Yanyu's fingers tightened; Xia Wanying pressed her body closer, pressing down on Zhu Xunchuan's arm.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't speak. He pinched each of them, and the two women, who had been tense, simultaneously let out a soft moan and their bodies went limp.

The laptop on the table suddenly beeped.

It is a cross-border video communication that was forcibly accessed.

Xia Wanying threw off the covers and sat up. Instead of grabbing her own clothes, she reached directly for Zhu Xunchuan's oversized white shirt draped over the back of the chair.

Pei Yanyu looked at Xia Wanying wearing Zhu Xunchuan's clothes, her eyes turned cold, but she didn't say anything. She just got up, straightened her silk lining, leaned against the headboard, and stared at the computer screen.

Xia Wanying walked barefoot to the table, pressed the enter key, and then the two of them avoided the camera.

The screen lights up. A dark-skinned, middle-aged man with a scar on his face appears on the screen. The background is a luxurious villa somewhere in Thailand. Songkhun.

"Zhu Xun Chuan." Song Kun spoke in broken Chinese, his tone arrogant, "The Pei family's Wan Du Valley is now mine. The 1.5 billion bridging loan is just the beginning; I hold the equity holding agreements for six shell companies of the Pei family overseas."

Songkun took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"By noon, make Pei Yanyu hand over control of the Miao smuggling route. Otherwise, my team on Wall Street will cause the Pei family's businesses to collapse. You will lose everything."

Zhu Xunchuan leaned against the headboard, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.

Off-camera, Xia Wanying pulled up a chair and sat down. She crossed her long legs, and the hem of her white shirt was slightly lifted.

She rested her chin on her hand, looked at Songkun on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"1.5 billion? A Wall Street team?" Xia Wanying's red lips curved into a stunning smile. "Mr. Songkun, you know nothing about the power of capital."

Xia Wanting's free right hand rapidly typed on the keyboard. A series of complex codes and financial instructions ran in the background.

"Give me the stock codes of those six shell companies you have," Xia Wanying said casually.

Song Kun frowned. He sensed something was wrong, but still coldly recited three codes.

Xia Wanying pressed Enter. She immediately switched to screen sharing.

A candlestick chart showing violent fluctuations appeared on the screen.

"At three o'clock last night," Xia Wanying said in a lazy voice, revealing the coldness of a chaebol queen, "Dinghe Group mobilized 30 billion yuan of overseas hot money and launched a counterattack against your conglomerate through seventeen offshore accounts."

On the screen, the stock prices of several listed companies that Songkun was so proud of were plummeting dramatically.

"Your so-called shell company has been acquired by me for a pittance. By the way, I've also blocked your three main channels for laundering drug money." Xia Wanying picked up the half-empty glass of red wine left over from last night, swirled it, and said, "Mr. Songkun, not only do you not have a single penny from the Pei family now, but you're also bankrupt."

Songkun stared at the ghastly green stain, his eyes almost bulging out. The cigar in his hand fell onto his trousers, burning a large hole in it.

"You're asking for death!" Songkun roared madly. "I've ambushed a squad of retired Blackwater mercenaries down the mountain! I'll have them charge in and wipe you all out!"

Pei Yanyu got out of bed at this moment. She walked to Xia Wanying's side, exuding the cold and arrogant aura of a high priest.

"Your mercenaries can't get in," Pei Yanyu said coldly to the screen. "This is Miao territory."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp, piercing flute melody rang out from outside the wooden building.

Qu Feiyan squatted on the rooftop at some point and began to play her silver flute.

The canopy of the trees in the Ten Thousand Mountains began to shake violently. Thousands upon thousands of poisonous insects and locusts poured out from the ground and tree trunks, converging into a black torrent that rushed down the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of gunfire erupted from the outer sentries, but it lasted for less than two minutes before turning into agonizing screams.

"Hang up. It's too noisy." Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out his cigarette.

Xia Wanying chuckled softly and snapped her laptop shut. The threat from the transnational drug lord was nothing more than a morning farce in their eyes.

In the dense forest below the mountain, the battle is a one-sided massacre.

Wearing a tactical mask, Xiaobai moved like a ghost among the shadows of the trees.

The ceramic dagger in her hand precisely slit the mercenaries' throats. She didn't need to fire a gun; the Gu worms from Miao territory had already rendered these men incapable of resistance. She was simply carrying out the final cleanup.

A tall, foreign mercenary lay sprawled under a tree, frantically scratching at the poisonous insects covering his body.

Xiao Bai walked over expressionlessly, gripped the dagger in reverse, and stabbed it into his carotid artery.

Just as the blade was about to pierce his skin, the mercenary twisted his neck violently in excruciating pain. His collar ripped open, revealing a black tattoo on the back of his neck.

A black crow totem with one eye pierced.

Xiao Bai's movements suddenly froze. His wrist trembled, an extremely rare occurrence.

The blade veered off course by an inch, embedding itself deeply into the mercenary's collarbone. Blood gushed out, and the man let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The man who locked her in the basement on the day of the fire at the Qingcheng Orphanage had this totem on his wrist.

Xiao Bai's eyes were icy cold. She severed the tendons in his hand with a single stroke and grabbed his hair: "Where did this tattoo come from?"

The battle ended quickly. The Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons returned to peace.

At noon, in the ancient-style council hall of Miao territory.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the main seat, brewing tea. The aroma of Pu'er tea filled the air from the small red clay stove.

Three women sat at the table. Pei Yanyu had changed into a form-fitting dark cheongsam, Xia Wanying was still wearing that alluring white shirt, and Qu Feiyan was in a black Miao-style short-sleeved shirt.

The three queens who had just been decisive and ruthless outside were now as docile as three different breeds of cats in front of this man.

Zhu Xun Chuan poured the first cup of tea and pushed it to the center of the table.

The three women's eyes simultaneously fell on the cup of tea.

Beneath the table, undercurrents were swirling.

Xia Wanying kicked off her high heel with her left leg and, through the tablecloth, slowly rubbed her red-painted toes up Zhu Xunchuan's calf.

Pei Yanyu's expression remained unchanged. Holding an empty cup in her right hand, her long legs under the table made a precise strike. The heel of her high heel landed squarely on Xia Wanying's instep.

Xia Wanying frowned. She didn't say anything, but instead exerted force with her feet to resist.

Qu Feiyan was the most direct; she was barefoot, leaned forward, and picked up the first cup of tea directly.

"I used up a lot of breath playing the flute just now, so this cup is mine." Qu Feiyan proudly raised her chin, took a sip, then took out an orange candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into Zhu Xunchuan's mouth, "This is your reward."