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

Xiaobai took off the black violin case from her back and casually tossed it onto the carpet. Then, she pulled a ceramic dagger from her tactical boots, drew a pistol from her waist, and threw them at the foreman's feet.

She disarmed herself and raised her hands.

Xia Wanying and Pei Yanyu watched the girl walk towards the gun, their hearts feeling as if they had been struck a heavy blow.

They often competed for Zhu Xunchuan's affections, vying with each other in terms of family background and cunning, always feeling that they had everything under control.

But before the real death arrived, Xia Wanying's billion-dollar check became worthless, and Pei Yanyu's status as a big star became a joke.

The only one who did this was the assassin girl, who gave up her own life in exchange for theirs.

The foreman nodded in satisfaction.

"Open the hatch," he ordered his subordinates.

An assassin walked to the side emergency hatch, forcibly shut off the pressure protection system, and pulled the manual activation lever.

"Bang!"

The immense pressure difference instantly ripped open the cabin door. A gale-force wind rushed in like a ferocious beast, sending all unsecured items flying wildly through the cabin; documents and paper cups were swept out of the aircraft.

The temperature dropped sharply.

The assassin brought two tactical parachutes, put one on Xiaobai and fastened it, and the foreman carried the other on his own back.

Xiao Bai stood on the edge of the cabin door, battered by the raging wind.

She suddenly turned around.

She reached up and ripped off her tactical mask, tossing it carelessly into the wind.

A fair, exquisitely beautiful face, even with a touch of childlike innocence and pure desire, was completely exposed to the cold air.

That face was never shown to anyone except Zhu Xun Chuan.

Instead of heading towards the cabin door, she braved the fierce wind and walked step by step back to Zhu Xun Chuan.

The foreman frowned and pressed his finger back onto the detonator.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up, meeting Xiao Bai's gaze, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Xiao Bai grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's trench coat collar. She stood on tiptoe and closed her eyes.

Two soft, cool lips pressed heavily against Zhu Xun Chuan's lips.

Xia Wanying and Pei Yanyu were blinded by the gust of air, but they still stared intently at the scene.

Gale-force winds, alarms, assassins, and desperation. On this doomed flight, this usually emotionless and cold-blooded assassin offered what might be the last kiss of her life.

There are no tricks, only decisiveness.

Zhu Xun Chuan gently hugged her.

Xiaobai's actions were very bold. She even stuck out her tongue, pried open his teeth, and poured her breath into his mouth without reservation, carrying the salty taste of tears.

In a blind spot where everyone's attention was drawn to the shocking kiss, Xiaobai's slender fingers slipped inside Zhu Xunchuan's trench coat collar.

She pressed a tiny positioning feedback device, stained with her own blood, firmly into the seam inside Zhu Xun Chuan's collar.

one second.

two seconds.

Xiao Bai loosened her grip and took a step back.

She looked at Zhu Xun Chuan, a radiant smile blooming on her exquisite face. Her eyes shimmered with tears—a tender longing of a young girl, and a farewell from a warrior.

"Brother Chuan, live on."

She spoke softly, her voice quickly carried away by the gust of wind.

After saying that, she turned around and, without any hesitation, jumped directly from the open hatch into the clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The foreman laughed loudly, pressed the delay fuse setting and locked the safety valve, then led the other assassins to jump out of the cabin one by one.

The two armed fighter jets outside the window then climbed up and disappeared into the horizon of the sea of ​​clouds.

A deathly silence returned to the cabin, broken only by the howling wind near the door. The captain regained control in the cockpit and initiated emergency landing procedures.

Zhu Xun Chuan strode to the edge of the cabin door and gripped the cold door frame with both hands.

His trench coat fluttered in the wind, almost as if it were about to be torn to shreds by the airflow.

His gaze pierced through the thick clouds, fixed on the few gray-black parachutes blooming in mid-air.

He reached inside his collar, his fingertips touching the tracking device that still held her warmth, and a trace of warm blood.

Zhu Xunchuan's hands showed prominent veins and white knuckles.

Xia Wanying and Pei Yanyu unfastened their seatbelts and came over. Looking at his frighteningly cold profile, the two usually strong women didn't dare to utter a single word.

"underground river."

Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was low and hoarse, yet it carried a brutal killing intent that seemed to freeze the surrounding air, as if it could tear the sky apart.

"I will make sure your entire family is executed."

The plane made an emergency landing at Nanyuan Military Airport on the outskirts of Beijing.

The moment the screeching of brakes ceased, dozens of armored vehicles painted with SWAT insignia surrounded the passenger plane.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in a black office lady outfit and high heels, strode into the cabin.

Her expression was icy as her gaze swept across the cabin before settling on Zhu Xun Chuan. Only after confirming he was unharmed did her tense shoulders finally relax.

Then, her gaze fell on Xia Wanying to Zhu Xunchuan's left and Pei Yanyu to his right.

"Actress Pei, I never expected you to pull off such a 'switcheroo' move, causing such a commotion as soon as you return." Gu Qinghan's voice was cold and clear, with her usual official tone.

Pei Yanyu leaned back in the leather seat, her legs crossed: "Miss Gu, instead of chasing after the thugs, you have the leisure to check my household registration."

The atmosphere of a battleground instantly spread.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up, his expression serious: "Go to the Municipal Bureau Command Center."

One hour later.

Kyoto City Police Department Senior Command Center.

Armed special police officers cordoned off the entire floor. Inside the conference room, a huge blue holographic screen flickered with data streams.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat at the head of the conference table, an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Gu Qinghan sat opposite him. She held a transcript in her hand, coldly questioning him about the details of the attack. But beneath the heavy solid wood conference table, her high-heeled foot stretched out.

The heel of her high heel landed precisely on Zhu Xunchuan's leather shoes, grinding lightly.

This is a special punishment from the counselor for students who attract unwanted romantic attention.

Zhu Xun Chuan's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly pushed his right knee forward.

Gu Qinghan's body stiffened slightly, and a blush crept up her ears. She quickly pulled her leg back and cleared her throat, feigning composure: "The flight surveillance footage was forcibly erased. They can't leave domestic airspace, so they must have entered international waters."

"Found it."

Shen Tianxi pushed open the conference room door and strode in. She was dressed in a crisp major's uniform, looking dashing, and carrying a military-grade encrypted terminal in her arms.

"I used high-definition image transmission from the military satellite." Shen Tianxi connected the terminal to the large screen and pulled up a clear satellite overhead view. "Those two fighter jets turned off their transponders in international waters, but following the flight path, the signal finally disappeared at a private conglomerate airport outside Tokyo, Japan. That place belongs to the Mitsui conglomerate's secret assets."

Zhu Xun Chuan reached inside his trench coat and touched the tiny locator stained with dried blood.

The system showed that the last faint pulse emitted by the locator also stopped in Tokyo.

"She's still alive." Zhu Xun Chuan crushed the cigarette in his hand, his eyes revealing a chilling glint. "Go to Japan. Bring her back unharmed."