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

A dozen dark figures silently descended from the top of the container.

They were dressed in tight-fitting night clothes and carried sharp ninja swords. These were elite agents from the Northern Frontier, mobilized by the black jade token given to them by Jiang Yao, and led by Old Ghost, a local strongman in Tokyo.

"Kill!" Old Ghost gave the order.

The Northern elite troops, like tigers among sheep, instantly tore apart the outer defenses of the Dark River. Blades flashed, and blood gushed forth.

The battle was nearing its end in less than ten minutes.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked up to the heavily injured, collapsed Dark River cadre. He raised his foot, his gleaming leather shoe landing on the man's chest.

The sound of a rib breaking was crisp and piercing.

"Speak," Zhu Xun Chuan said, looking down at him, "Where is Xiao Bai?"

The Dark River cadre coughed up blood, and looking at the man in front of him whose tie wasn't even crooked, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"At...at the foot of Mount Fuji," he said, his voice trembling. "Neural Laboratory Number Eight. The leader ordered...to erase all her memories and re-implant her with absolute obedience and killing commands by noon today."

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes instantly darkened. An extremely violent killing intent emanated from him, and the surrounding air temperature plummeted.

"Click."

With a powerful stomp, he snapped the neck of the underground river official.

The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his dark blue suit. Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, his gaze piercing through the thin mist of Tokyo Bay, looking at the faint outline of Mount Fuji in the distance.

He took out his phone and dialed Xia Wanying's number.

"Wan Ying, prepare the car to Mount Fuji." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was icy cold. "If they dare touch my Little White, I'll uproot them."

The rotor blades of an Agusta AW139 helicopter tore through the night wind over Tokyo Bay.

Inside the spacious leather cabin, the air pressure was extremely subtle.

Xia Wanying sat to Zhu Xunchuan's right. She was wearing a dark gray haute couture business suit, her long legs, encased in top-quality ultra-thin black stockings, elegantly crossed beneath the pencil skirt. She pushed the tablet computer in her hand towards Zhu Xunchuan.

"At the foot of Mount Fuji, the No. 8 Neurolab." Xia Wanying picked up her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and her phoenix eyes revealed the disdain of a chaebol queen. "Half an hour ago, I transferred 20 million US dollars to the Swiss accounts of the two peripheral security supervisors of Dark River through overseas accounts."

She leaned forward slightly, her body exuding an expensive woody fragrance as she approached Zhu Xun Chuan: "The outer surveillance network has been cut off. Their people have withdrawn. Now, it's an undefended island."

The power of capital directly dismantled the assassination organization's tight defenses.

Pei Yanyu, sitting opposite him, chuckled softly. She wore a wine-red silk dress, the hem of which slid down her long, slender legs. She put down the itinerary in her hand, stepped across the aisle, and knelt down in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

"President Xia is very generous." Pei Yanyu raised her hand and straightened the collar of Zhu Xun Chuan's shirt, which had been unbuttoned by two buttons. She didn't back away, but instead wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's waist and pressed her cheek against his chest. "I can't do that, I can only help Brother Chuan straighten his clothes and massage his shoulders."

The actress's figure was supple and boneless. The wine-red silk fabric rubbed against Zhu Xun Chuan's black trousers, instantly raising the temperature in the air.

Su Mucheng sat to Zhu Xunchuan's left. She was wearing a sailor uniform, the pleated skirt barely covering her thighs. She seized the opportunity to tightly hug Zhu Xunchuan's left arm with both hands, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

"Brother Chuan," Su Mucheng said softly, her eyes reddening, "Sister Xiaobai is so kind, you must bring her back. I won't compete with her for your place anymore."

Three exceptional women: one who paves the way with money, one who provides top-tier emotional support, and one who is obedient and sensible. The three distinctly different perfume scents mingled in the cramped cabin, relentlessly enveloping Zhu Xun Chuan.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't speak. He put his left arm around Su Mu Cheng's waist, patted Pei Yan Yu's smooth back twice with his right hand, but his gaze was fixed on the approaching silhouette of Mount Fuji outside the window.

The helicopter made a forced landing on the lawn in front of the manor.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped off the gangway.

His black trench coat billowed in the night wind. He walked alone toward the manor's main building.

Indeed, they encountered no resistance along the way. Xia Wanying's forty million US dollars bought out all the visibility.

At the end of the main building is a heavy-duty elevator that leads directly underground.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't enter the password. He raised his right leg, and his gleaming leather shoe precisely kicked the metal seam of the elevator door.

"Bang!"

A piercing sound of metal snapping rang out. The alloy door deformed and dented under the terrifying force.

After being kicked three times, the bulletproof elevator door, which was ten centimeters thick, collapsed with a loud crash.

Zhu Xunchuan descended the elevator shaft and landed.

Fifty meters underground, the eighth neural laboratory.

There is no natural light here; only the stark white, sterile fluorescent lights shine on the silver metal walls.

At the deepest part of the laboratory, there is a bulletproof glass curtain wall that covers the entire wall.

Behind the glass was the main control room. A leader dressed in black combat gear and wearing a Dark River Ghost mask stood in front of the control panel.

A person was standing in front of the glass.

noob.

Her black night clothes were gone, replaced by a pure white medical restraint suit.

The restraints were removed, and she held a black short blade that had been specially quenched in each hand.

What's most unsettling is her eyes.

Those eyes, which had always shone with pure desire and longing in front of Zhu Xun Chuan, were now dull and unfocused, like stagnant water.

"Mr. Zhu, you acted faster than I expected." The leader of the Dark River spoke through a megaphone, his voice altered and grating with electronic noise. "Unfortunately, you're still too late."

Zhu Xunchuan stopped in his tracks.

"Laboratory Eight employs the latest deep brain-cleansing technology," the leader laughed arrogantly. "Her memories of you have been completely erased. Now, she has returned to being Dark River's number one weapon—a killing machine devoid of any emotion, absolutely obedient to orders!"

The leader pressed a red button on the console.

"Shiro, kill him!"

Little White moved.

It moved so fast that it left a white afterimage in the air.

Two black daggers crossed, whistling as they tore through the air, aimed directly at Zhu Xunchuan's carotid artery and heart. This killing move, ingrained in muscle memory, involved no superfluous movements; it was purely for taking a life.

Zhu Xunchuan did not back down.

He leaned back slightly, the short blade grazing his Adam's apple.

Xiao Bai landed, twisted his waist, and chopped his right leg like a battle axe towards Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder, while his left hand's blade swung upwards again.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped aside, reached out with his right hand, and tried to grab her wrist.

Xiao Bai's reaction was terrifying; she was willing to abandon her balance and forcefully change her move in mid-air. With a swift turn of her blade, she sliced ​​open Zhu Xun Chuan's hand.

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the white laboratory floor.

The leader of the Dark River nodded in satisfaction from behind the glass: "Useless! She feels no pain, she doesn't hesitate. Zhu Xun Chuan, how many times can you dodge?"