[Urban] Desire to Heal the World (Complete) - 41

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In the final chapter, Chapter Fifteen, "A Dark and Windy Night,"

regardless of the circumstances, the marriage alliance between the Yamada Group and the Sano Group was a cause for celebration among all the leaders, big and small. This was because of Nami; when her father became a young leader, she became a powerful ninja, and after becoming a ninja, she fully displayed her most vicious and ruthless nature, causing headaches for all the leaders in the company! The period when she was away was arguably the most peaceful time in the company's history! After her return, they resumed their painful lives, and now they could finally send this female demon away!

Of course, the happiest person was another ninja, Yamada Kurozumi!

Yamada Kurosawa is the Tsukasa Shinobu of the Yamada Group. He is the direct descendant of the first Yamada Group leader, born a Tsukasa Shinobu. This position is only slightly below the highest-ranking Wakagashira (young master), comparable to a prince in an ancient court. However, he has already been a prince for thirty-five years. When the fifth Wakagashira abdicated, he should have become the new Wakagashira. However, more than half of the Yamada Group members opposed his promotion, while more than half supported Shinoda Kenichi becoming the new Wakagashira. Therefore, this "prince in reserve" must continue to prepare for the next rank!

The Tsukasa Shinobu's position is supreme, second only to the leader! But no ambitious Tsukasa Shinobu is content to remain a Tsukasa Shinobu forever; they desperately want to rise in rank, and Yamada Kurosawa is the most eager of them all! To achieve this, he is willing to use any means necessary! Although he has always coveted the Wakagashira's throne, he has never found an opportunity. Shinoda Kenichi's defenses are extremely tight; female assassins and hidden weapons are always lurking within ten steps of him! Shinoda Nami was ruthless, and many within the guild opposed his ascension to the position of wakatoshi (young master), so he hadn't had a chance to act.

Now, he finally saw an opportunity. Nami was getting married, and one of Shinoda Kenichi's protectors, the female assassin, was already dead! Moreover, he had recently been keeping quiet about Shinoda Kenichi's last remaining protector, who was seriously injured and bedridden. He felt that now was the time for him to strike! This was his only chance; an opportunity that wouldn't come again was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. He had to seize this opportunity, lay a trap, and seize the wakatoshi's throne in one fell swoop.

On the night before Nami's wedding, a seemingly peaceful and star-studded night was unexpectedly engulfed in bloodshed...

Watanabe Hisayuki, another important ninja of the Yamada Group, was engaged in a threesome in a private room in Ginza. Naked, Watanabe sat on the edge of the bed, watching two alluring geishas engage in sexual acts. Originally, Japanese geishas sold their art but not their bodies, but with economic development, this gradually changed, with some selling their bodies instead of their art. The two women before Watanabe were clearly among the most outstanding geishas in Ginza. They were expensive, but he could afford them! Although he was a member of the yakuza, he understood one principle: women with high prices have no value, and women with value have no price. He wasn't lucky enough to encounter women of value, so he resorted to the cruel torture of women with high prices! He was a veteran of the Yamada Group, having risked his life for them for decades; now he had the right to enjoy this only pleasure in his life.

The two women, voluptuous and alluring, their white bodies intertwined, rubbing their hips together intensely, emitting moans that seemed to echo with desire. Watanabe Hisayuki was quickly aroused, rushing forward and roughly pushing one of the women down, forcefully inserting his hard member into her body. He immediately began to thrust wildly, while simultaneously ordering the other geisha to lick his rapidly moving, dripping member. Although this would hasten his climax, he enjoyed it nonetheless!

The sensation of being penetrated while being licked was strangely pleasurable; he felt completely at ease and comfortable. The two geishas had been thoroughly searched by his men upon entering, ensuring they carried no offensive or lethal weapons; even their hairpins had been removed. Just as his men were about to strip them naked to inspect their genitals, mouths, and anuses, Watanabe Hisayuki couldn't wait any longer. This, perhaps, was the main reason for his assassination attempt!

At this moment, he was working very hard, the nimble tongue behind him constantly teasing his testicles, while the woman in front of him was very tight, and her moans were quite seductive. Just as he was getting into it, he suddenly felt empty below him. Looking down, he found that his penis, including his testicles, was still inside the woman's body, leaving only a bloody hole. Only then did the pain begin to flare up, showing how sharp the razor blade in the geisha's mouth was...

Watanabe Hisayuki was dead. He was one of the most vehemently opposed to Yamada Kurosawa during the last selection of the young head, but so much time had passed that he had almost forgotten. But Yamada Kurosawa hadn't forgotten, not at all.

That same night, also in Ginza, in the presidential suite of another five-star hotel, another ninja, Muto Minamikawa, under the influence of drugs, was in a state of high arousal and raped a very famous courtesan! He had long coveted this socialite, and to his surprise, she had seduced him at the banquet that evening. When he led her to the room, she became coy and pretentious. Fueled by alcohol, drugs, and lust, he had forgotten everything, even that she was a famous socialite, rumored to be the mistress of a high-ranking official.

Wu Teng Nanchuan was now a frenzied, naked beast. He brutally tore at the woman's clothes, leaving bloody scratches on her body. The woman, seemingly enraged, no longer feigned resistance but struggled fiercely, tearing at his face with her long, red fingernails, leaving it gruesome and terrifying.

Wu Teng Nanchuan licked the blood that had trickled down his lips. The salty, astringent, and fishy taste of blood stimulated him. He grabbed a belt and began to whip the woman beneath him without restraint. The woman's pitiful screams echoed in response. The scene was more like a rape than a real one! Was this really happening?

As the man whipped her, he also kicked her thighs and buttocks several times. The force of the kicks quickly turned her body bruised and nearly knocked her unconscious. She dared not struggle anymore, collapsing limply to the ground, only able to whimper and weep desperately. The man flipped her over, whipping her into an arched position, and then entered her from behind, thrusting forcefully while frantically whipping her with the belt. Could this be considered a wild and unrestrained display of power?

Just as Wu Teng Nanchuan was thoroughly enjoying himself, the door was kicked open. It wasn't the high-ranking official who entered, but a strange man. He glanced at her, turned around, and left! Wu Teng Nanchuan was utterly bewildered. Who was this man? How did he manage to break down the door with his men left at the entrance? He came to rescue the damsel in distress, but why did he only glance at her before leaving? It was truly bizarre! But as he finally satisfied his lust and left the hotel shouting with his henchmen, Wu Teng Nanchuan finally understood who this man was. He was an employee of a high-ranking official, someone who could be called a detective, a secretary, or even a bodyguard. Of course, if others preferred, they could also call him an assassin. He was monitoring this socialite for the official. When he discovered the woman and Wu Teng Nanchuan entering the room, unable to see clearly what was happening inside, he immediately reported to the official, who then ordered him to go in and investigate.

This assassin was very dutiful; he only glanced at her, left, and reported back. As a result, he received orders to kill her! When he shot Wu Tengnanchuan in the head, the socialite was still weeping in bed. But when the gunshot rang out, a smile appeared on her tear-streaked face. She knew that her gambling father would finally be free from repaying his million-dollar loan, their old house in the countryside could be demolished and rebuilt, and her younger brother's school fees would be secured. From now on, the stingy and miserly high-ranking official would no longer be her only confidant when she suffered injustice! It

was still late at night. Anqi lay in his hospital bed, silently staring at the ceiling, his eyes filled with resentful hatred!

Chapter Sixteen of the Finale: You're Actually a Woman

It was still late at night. Anqi lay in his hospital bed, silently staring at the ceiling, his eyes filled with resentful hatred!

Late that night, Anqi barely managed to escape back to the Yamada Group headquarters. He was in a bad mood, having been shot. Although the bullet didn't hit a vital spot, it left a golden peanut inside his body. His shoulder blade was also shattered by Xiaochong's punch! But what was even worse was that he, who had never failed before, had been defeated by a mere immature young girl (who was now a grown woman!). What angered him even more was that Xiao Chong, who was on the verge of death, had also betrayed him. The Chinese he wrote on the 4 billion share transfer agreement was not his name, Ouyang Chong, but a Cantonese phrase: "Diao Ni Lao Mu" (fuck your mother!).

Originally, he was quite relieved that although he hadn't killed anyone, he had completed the mission because he had brought back the contract. However, when he handed the contract to Shinoda Kenichi, Shinoda Kenichi angrily slapped him twice and roared, "You son of a bitch! I told you to study, and you wanted to kill someone! I told you to learn Chinese, and you said it wasn't necessary! You son of a bitch, you're a illiterate killer!"

"I..." This was like adding insult to injury for Xiao Chong. He covered his face with one hand that he could still lift, completely bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

"Don't you understand? You pig, you've been tricked by that Chinese guy! This contract says 'fuck your mother'!" Shinoda Kenichi angrily threw the contract at Anqi's face.

At that moment, Anqi was truly speechless with grief. He slunk away, found the gang's doctor to treat his wounds, and then hid in this place with a large amount of medicine and food, licking his wounds and spending his days in self-pity.

Tonight, as Anqi was lost in thought, he faintly heard whistling. Anqi was puzzled; his place was a forbidden area of the Yamada-gumi headquarters, and no one except Shinoda Kenichi was allowed to enter. Moreover, he was in the most secluded spot within this forbidden area.

"That's right, it's definitely a whistle!" Anqi listened intently for a moment, confirming his suspicions. He was immediately astonished, a sense of dread washing over him. This place was not only a forbidden area of the Yamada Group headquarters, but it was also heavily fortified, making it inaccessible to ordinary ninjas and assassins. Yet now, he was certain someone had entered, because the whistle was getting closer and closer!

October weather in Japan was already quite cold, but Anqi was still drenched in sweat—cold sweat! He sensed killing intent and realized he was trembling, a feeling he had never experienced before!

When the whistle sounded outside the door, Anqi already knew who it was.

If there was anyone in this world Anqi feared, it was the Immortal Bird! Of course, since he was human, he was definitely not a bird! But this Immortal Bird was truly indestructible. He originally had another name, but after being killed and reappearing seven times, no one called him by his original name anymore; instead, they called him the Immortal Bird. Actually, Anqi felt that "Bird God" would be a more fitting name.

The Phoenix had died seven times before, each time completely lifeless. Six of those deaths involved dismemberment, and in the last one, its head was shattered! Yet, the next day, the Phoenix reappeared! It was too eerie, too terrifying, too mysterious… Many of those who had dismembered it were scared to death when they saw it reappear unharmed and smiling the following night!

Why didn't the Phoenix die? Had the urban fantasy turned into a fantasy novel? Not at all! The secret to its immortality was known to very few in the world, except for the hidden weapon! Because he was one of those few who knew the secret!

Actually, it wasn't a secret at all. The Phoenix was a set of eight identical monsters, eight identical creatures, even their daily attire and speech were the same. Not mysterious at all!

These eight could truly be described as exceptionally talented. When the hidden weapon first joined the Iga Clan, these eight brothers were already high-ranking Jonin, the most powerful ninja in the Iga Clan. These eight men don't smoke, drink, boast, seduce, or do drugs; their only hobby is killing. If someone were to offer them a few beautiful young women as a gift, they would soon discover a brand-new, perfectly pieced-together human skeleton. If you'd seen it, you'd never doubt it was made from the bones of several people! Even if you're a medical student with considerable knowledge of human anatomy, you still couldn't do it! (Anyway, it's impossible for me!)

"Junior brother, long time no see. Ah, sorry, perhaps I should call you junior sister. How have you been lately?" The immortal bird coldly smiled at Anqi, a smile so ugly and eerie it sent chills down Anqi's spine. If there was one person in this world Anqi didn't want to see, it was this man before her. For no other reason than his extreme ugliness; he looked like a person pieced together from every deformed organ and limb in the world!

Another reason that disgusted and terrified Anqi was the extreme curiosity the eight brothers of the Immortal Bird had about his body. They would often capture him, pull down his pants, and examine and play with his genitals. At the time, Anqi was just a novice genin, so capturing him was effortless for the eight brothers. They would easily squeeze him down and then tease his tiny penis, arousing it with their hands. They would then forcibly peel back the foreskin and rub it up and down, trying everything to make him ejaculate. But strangely, no matter what they did, even if they captured a female genin and had actual sexual intercourse with her, he still couldn't ejaculate!

They didn't understand and couldn't find the answer! But if this question were given to Xiao Chong, he would immediately give them a definitive answer: Anqi couldn't ejaculate because he was a woman, a woman with genital deformities. Therefore, Anqi's "he" should be changed to "she" (女).

Before her ninjutsu with hidden weapons was fully mastered, these eight brothers tortured her in various ways every day, rubbing her slowly growing breasts, teasing her genitals, piercing her hymen with wooden sticks, and using steel pipes and dildos to have sex with her... Strange, isn't it? Why didn't they do it themselves? There's nothing strange about it. Who with hair wants to be bald? If their genitals weren't so twisted and deformed that they could do nothing but urinate, would they need someone else to have sex with them?

When she first entered the Iga Gate, she practically lived a subhuman life. These eight men were even more perverted than her, often causing her to scream in agony and weep. She secretly vowed that one day, when her ninjutsu was fully mastered, she would wipe out these eight men and tear them to pieces!

This is another reason why her personality is so cruel.

Under such inhuman conditions, she diligently studied ninjutsu. Seeing her so determined, whether out of love for her body or harboring other wicked thoughts, the eight brothers joined in teaching her ninjutsu – a truly baffling situation. Didn't they understand the principle of raising a snake to eat a chicken, or raising a tiger to cause trouble? Gradually

, the eight brothers could no longer easily capture her; even when they did, it took immense effort. Eventually, even all eight of them working together couldn't capture her! On this day, when their combined efforts failed, she launched her revenge. Finally, she failed, collapsing to the ground covered in blood. Even then, the eight men didn't let her go. They used their tongues, their fingers, wooden sticks, and anything else they could find to take turns raping her.

Finally, one day, her hidden weapon ninjutsu reached its peak, surpassing the eight of them. Just as she was about to unleash a massacre, she discovered that the eight had escaped. Enraged, she killed all the others who had aided and abetted her, along with several teachers and classmates who had bullied her!

Hidden Weapon was, in fact, a very unfortunate and tragic woman!

(Chapter Seventeen of the Finale: Desperate Measures

) Hidden Weapon was, in fact, a very unfortunate and tragic woman!

"You dare come again?" Hidden Weapon glared coldly at the Immortal Bird through gritted teeth. If the fury in her eyes could kill, this deformed man before her would have died at least 108,000 times over!

"Hehe! Junior Sister, I didn't dare come at first, but I heard you were injured, and that Yamada Kurosuke gave me a large sum of money. Besides, it's been many years since we've been intimate. I'm so lovesick I'm almost sick, so I came here specifically to see you!" The Immortal Bird said shamelessly.

"..." An Qi was so angry she couldn't speak. Normally, she could easily kill this man, and he wouldn't dare insult her again. But now her shoulder was in a cast, rendering her right hand immobile. Although the bullet in her other lung had been removed, the stitches hadn't even been removed! Such severe injuries made her movements extremely difficult, and this man had come at this time, determined to take advantage of her illness and kill her!

"Junior Sister, why are you looking at me like that? Trying to bite me? No way, I came all the way from far away to see you! Oh, right, I also brought a gift! Look!" The deformed man placed a box on the table and opened it. On the lid was a row of dildos, all sizes lined up, one even thicker than a grown man's arm! Below were handcuffs, chains, a massager, a barbed whip, an enema kit... It seems this man's way of expressing love is a bit unconventional!

Finally, the hidden weapon could no longer bear it and drew her Fusang longsword. She couldn't lift her right hand, so she could only hold it with her left.

"Hehe, junior sister, do you want us to warm up before we get intimate? Yes, that's necessary, to avoid leg cramps during your climax!" the deformed man leered. He already considered her his for the taking, so he continued nonchalantly, "Junior sister, what happened to your right hand? I remember you wield a knife in your right hand. That ultimate strike, isn't it your signature move? It seems no one has ever been able to dodge it. Sigh, it seems I..." "I won't have the chance to experience your move! Come on, let's just play around, okay? Don't use too much force, save some energy for moaning later, I remember your moaning is very seductive!"

The deformed man was too ugly, and his voice was like a broken gong. It was really inappropriate for him to come out and scare people in the middle of the night looking like that. (The fastest updates

are really not good.

) He drew a Japanese short sword, very short, like a dagger! This kind of dagger is suitable for close combat. The most powerful martial art of the eight brothers is Wind Ninja, and they were the ones who taught them the Wind Ninja hidden weapon technique! Then, with a single strike to a vital point, before the opponent could bleed, he vanished into the wind, escaping unscathed.

Because their martial arts skills were similar, the hidden weapon expert knew exactly where he had attacked. However, she was still severely injured, and even if she had guessed his location, it would have been useless. Her movements, slowed by her injuries, were far too slow to retaliate. Soon, she was covered in shallow wounds. She sadly realized that this deformed man, like her, wasn't in a hurry to attack his prey when he found it interesting. Instead of swallowing it whole, he wanted to torment her bit by bit, exhausting her until she was covered in wounds before finally swallowing! This was truly karmic retribution!

Before long, her body was covered in wounds. When her clothes fell to the ground piece by piece, she realized the man's purpose: he wanted her naked before him.

Soon, her upper garments were torn to shreds, revealing the tattered bra straps underneath, some of which were cut and hung loosely on her body.

"Huh? Junior sister, when did you learn to bind your breasts? This isn't good for your breast development. You're binding them so tightly. It'll make them very uncomfortable. How can you abuse such beautiful things like this! Come on, let your senior brother loosen them for you!" The deformed man finished speaking from afar, then disappeared into the breeze. Immediately afterward, the woman felt the straps on her body rattle several times, and a pair of full, round, white breasts popped out. They were a perfect pair of breasts, especially the two tiny pink nipples on the front, much smaller than those of other women, almost as if they were underdeveloped. However, this only accentuated the fullness of the breasts. Round and firm. The deformed man couldn't believe that in just a few years, the two small, fried eggs had blossomed into tempting peaches.

His grating voice rang out again from afar. "Wow, junior sister, you've hidden such a wonderful thing away! What a waste! Such behavior is immoral and utterly unacceptable!"

The hidden weapon trembled with rage. Blood flowed from the cuts on her shoulders, slowly trickling down to her breasts like two blood-stained roses, a poignant and beautiful sight.

The deformed man was somewhat mesmerized. It was such a waste to take such beautiful breasts to hell. Therefore, he made his decision: he would cut them off... He'd take them down and bring them back, using 10% formalin to maintain their shape and elasticity, but the color would probably turn a bit yellow. There was nothing he could do about it.

Once he made up his mind, Feng Ren disappeared again, and when he reappeared, he was beside the hidden weapon, his knife already sideways, piercing its breast. He was very careful with this cut; haphazard thrusting would damage their beautiful shape, so it was a bit slow. To cut it off completely, he had to be even more careful. As for the long knife in the hidden weapon's left hand, he completely disregarded it. He knew the hidden weapon's left hand was always inflexible, even... Even holding a bowl would make him tremble. Now, though he held a knife, it seemed to him like a blind man holding a cane—practically useless, especially since she was severely injured. He had ample time to cut off one of her breasts and escape unscathed.

But, yes, there's always a "but," and this "but" was no small matter! The deformed man, consumed by his grotesque desires, ignored the fact that the hand holding the long knife wasn't trembling.

As he twirled the dagger, intending to slice off the entire breast, a long knife pierced his temple in an instant, penetrating his entire brain.

"You—" Before his brain completely died, while he still had breath, he tried to question her, but only managed to utter the word "you" before his head exploded, and he went to meet the former emperor.

"Aren't you curious? Curious why I wield my left-handed sword so well? And so quickly? Heh, it's all because of you!" Her left hand, used for concealed weapons, had a slight congenital disability, a mild form of polio. Only one nerve in her left hand was slightly atrophied, and these eight brothers often exploited this weakness, specifically targeting her left arm when capturing her. Often, she was captured and humiliated because of the lack of dexterity in that arm. Therefore, in the years since leaving the Iga Clan, she had been practicing her left-handed sword, day and night! Now, she wielded her left-handed sword even better than her right!

When the deformed man fell, she fell with him. That last strike had exhausted all her strength! Her already severely injured body was now further weakened by new wounds, and with all her strength depleted, she could only fall backward. Now, she had no hope, only... Hoping no other immortal bird would ever appear, she wished to die quietly, ending her sinful life…

Chapter 18 of the finale: Being Trained by a Woman

. Coincidentally, on the night before Nami's wedding, not only were there hidden weapons, but Watanabe Hisayuki, Mutou Minamikawa, and three other ninja from the Yamada Group were also assassinated! And these were all people who opposed Yamada Kurozu!

Upon receiving this news, the Yamada Group's wakagashira, Shinoda Kenichi, suffered a relapse of his chronic illness and collapsed onto his bed! This greatly worried Nami. A huge change had occurred within the gang, and her father was seriously ill; how could she possibly get married in peace!

Lying on the bed, Shinoda Kenichi insisted on sitting up, his voice hoarse but strong, saying, "Nami, Father is fine. You can get married without worry. This concerns the future development and fate of the Yamada Group! Although there has been internal strife within the gang, the ninja who support Father are not all dead. I have the ability to eliminate the traitors!"

“Father…” Nami said, tears streaming down her face.

“Go ahead! Don’t worry! Father can handle it!” Shinoda Kenichi waved his hand firmly to his daughter, signaling her to prepare to go out in her best clothes.

Helpless, Nami could only leave her father's room with tears in her eyes, looking back every few steps...

Finally, Nami left the room amidst the welcoming party led by Sano Mita and the Yamada Group's entourage, boarded the wedding car, and departed in a grand procession of wedding carriages. Shinoda Kenichi finally felt relieved, his kind face vanishing and turning fierce and ruthless. Just as he was about to inform the Yamada Group's ninjas to prepare for a purge, Yamada Kurosaku, the instigator, walked into his room...

When Xiao Chong woke up, he felt like he was alive again. He was completely wrapped up, like a mummy. Fortunately, he only wanted to write an elementary school-level essay first; otherwise, he would probably be a zombie instead of a mummy.

He glanced around. It was still that dilapidated-on-the-outside-but-luxurious-on-the-inside room. He was lying on the bed where he and Zhu Xiaoyan had their fierce battle, an IV drip attached to the back of his hand. Xiao Chong gave a slightly annoyed, bitter smile. This woman was usually so clever, but why had she made such a blunder? Now that the ninja had found this place, if she escaped back, the Yamada Group would definitely come back. It seemed that you really couldn't expect a woman with big breasts to be too smart; her occasional displays of intelligence should be considered mere blissful ignorance!

However, thankfully, he had survived! At this moment, he suddenly remembered a song that Xie, the cuckolded man, had once sung: "You and I still have heartbeats, nothing else matters… Even if it's the end of the world, I'd still want to be on edge every second… I've played in the most spacious garden, just to be moved. If I could have a seat, I'd want to sit and witness this thrilling life!"

The Ice Queen was nestled beside him, lying there obediently like a little lamb, a thin trickle of drool escaping her lips—perhaps dreaming of seafood! Xiao Chong felt a mix of amusement and emotion. He wanted to laugh because of the name he'd given her—Ice Queen? But when she burned with passion, she was astonishing! He was moved by the happiness of the scene before him; opening his eyes to find his beloved beside him. Although he'd used that word for many women, this time it came from the bottom of his heart.

What is happiness? This is happiness. What could be happier than being with the one you love? Probably nothing! So, Xiao Chong was content. Sometimes, love doesn't have to be expressed through vows of eternal love and romantic moments; it can be shown… in bed! Xiao Chong and Zhu Xiaoyan didn't have much of a romantic history. Could the scene in the jeep count? Could the scene in the technical analysis department of Longxing Group count? They both seemed rather awkward! Although they had been intimate, they weren't really lovers. Yet, in this small house, their hearts sparked again and again amidst their mundane interactions. Perhaps they had simply found a temporary haven, but so what?

"Don't regret the past, don't yearn for the future, only cherish the one in front of you." Xiao Chong was past the age of sentimentality; now, he often let his lower body guide his thoughts, or his thoughts guide his lower body, but that didn't mean he was devoid of poetry and romance.

"You're awake! You can actually write poetry?" Zhu Xiaoyan was woken by Xiao Chong, rubbing her still red eyes!

She didn't know how long she had been lying down, but judging from her oily hair, it had been about four or five days. In those four or five days, Zhu Xiaoyan had lost weight, looked extremely haggard, and her once smooth hair was now a messy, disheveled mess—clearly, her work as a special caregiver was very demanding.

"How could that be? I was once a pure and innocent literary youth, but reality robbed me of the right to be a writer! I once had a pair of invisible wings, but my parents wouldn't allow them to soar in the literary sky. So, I had no choice but to put them in the pot to make soup!" Xiao Chong then exclaimed, launching into another postmodern poem.

Zhu Xiaoyan listened, stunned, and finally burst into laughter! Her laughter was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, breathtakingly beautiful, enough to shame the moon and flowers. Xiao Chong was momentarily speechless. This woman's smile was so beautiful; she should smile more to do justice to heaven and earth. Why did she always pretend to be so aloof?

After waking up, Xiao Chong noticed something: Zhu Xiaoyan was even more beautiful now. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful before, but rather that her beauty now possessed a more human touch. Before, she was like an ethereal fairy, unapproachable to Xiao Chong. Now, she gave him a very real feeling, making him want to get closer to her, even if not for sex, just to look at her and admire her alluring figure!

Thinking about this, Xiao Chong realized something else. He was serious for a couple of seconds, then his mind started wandering back to his lower body! However, he was still very impressed with himself. Despite being seriously injured, instead of asking for food, water, a bathroom break, more rest, or a suggestion to move to another place, he was chasing after girls! It would be a crime if someone like that didn't become a lecher!

"Yan'er, are you really sure you want to be with me?" Xiao Chong asked gently and sincerely, his address becoming increasingly affectionate!

Zhu Xiaoyan's body trembled slightly at his words. She sighed helplessly, "We're already like this, what else can I do if I don't go with you?" Her meaning was clear: I've already been with you, would anyone want me if I wanted to be with someone else?

"Hehe, that's wonderful!" Xiao Chong laughed, a silly and innocent laugh!

Seven days passed in a flash. Xiao Chong's injuries had healed considerably, thanks to Zhu Xiaoyan's skill in getting to know him better. She not only took good care of Xiao Chong, making him feel good both physically and mentally, but also gave him injections, medicine, and removed his stitches.

The longer Xiao Chong spent time with her, the more pleasing this woman became to him; she was truly a person of two contrasts, both inside and out. Far from being as cold as she appeared, she was incredibly tender and considerate.

For Zhu Xiaoyan to take good care of Xiao Chong while also keeping him happy was no easy task. Although he was bedridden and unable to move, Zhu Xiaoyan was uninjured and in good health with plenty of energy!

Since Zhu Xiaoyan had already agreed to be his girlfriend, being polite to her would seem too distant! So, after he made his first inappropriate request, which Zhu Xiaoyan agreed to, he began to push his luck and become increasingly demanding!

The first time, he only asked Zhu Xiaoyan to kiss him, using gentle and sweet words! Zhu Xiaoyan couldn't resist him and eventually

gave him a kiss.

Everyone knows that the human heart is insatiable; once there's one, there's another, and so on… especially the heart of a man with strong desires, which is even harder to satisfy. After Zhu Xiaoyu satisfied him the first time, he kept wanting more, to the point that she wanted to escape. Who would be so perverted as to spend most of the day kissing? Although it felt good, by the end of the day, Zhu Xiaoyan's naturally red lips had become even redder and a little swollen from Xiao Chong's kisses.

After countless kisses, Xiao Chong also felt that this way of dating was a bit old-fashioned, and as they kissed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. When he told Zhu Xiaoyan about this feeling, she shyly expressed that she deeply agreed.

Xiao Chong was overjoyed and quickly told her his idea! Zhu Xiaoyan immediately became furious and resolutely refused!

Why was she furious? Why did she refuse? Xiao Chong couldn't move, and the woman-on-top position would obviously aggravate the wound on his lower abdomen! Therefore, Xiao Chong's demands were easy to guess.

Zhu Xiaoyan refused, and Xiao Chong, like a child, started to argue with her. He wouldn't eat or drink, refused all medication, and spent all day lying in bed sighing and groaning, or throwing tantrums, finding fault with everything...

Finally, Zhu Xiaoyan could only tearfully part her lips and stick out her delicate tongue to do what she considered utterly disgusting.

Then Xiao Chong got even more worked up, saying, "Why are you crying? It's like I'm forcing you! If you're going to force me, you shouldn't come at all! Let me be consumed by lust!"

Zhu Xiaoyan was both angry and amused. He was forced into this situation, yet he still tried to justify himself! How could anyone be so unreasonable?! She really wanted him to die of lust, as she had said! But in the end, she was defeated by Xiao Chong's stubbornness and gave in! Who told her to lose her virginity to him? Who told her to fall so desperately in love with him? She forced out a tear, more painful than tears, to forgive him.

Xiao Chong was still not entirely satisfied, but he knew he couldn't go too far. Even if he had to, he had to take it slow. Women are like hot tofu; you can't rush them. They need to be slowly tamed.

Watching the once cold woman become more passionate and alluring day by day under his teasing and tutelage, he felt a sense of accomplishment, as if he had conquered heaven and earth.

On the day the stitches were removed, the two finally couldn't resist and once again indulged in forbidden fruit. Of course, it was a very gentle time, and Zhu Xiaoyan did most of the work. She did it willingly, afraid that his newly healed wound would reopen from excessive force! What a gentle and considerate woman! Xiao Chong often thanked his mother, Lin Xinlan, who was always burning incense for the gods! If it weren't for divine protection, how could he have met such a perfect woman? In public, she was an unapproachable noblewoman; in the kitchen, she was a skillful cook who could cook even without rice; in bed, she was a considerate and submissive woman. In this lifetime, to have such a woman, what more could a husband ask for?

In the final chapter, Chapter Nineteen

, the Yamada Group headquarters was raided. The convoy carrying Nami to her wedding had just departed when Yamada Kurosawa entered Shinoda Kenichi's room.

Shinoda Kenichi, seeing this rebellious villain daring to come, gritted his teeth in anger! However, he knew he was too late. Yamada Kurosawa's presence in his room proved that this person had destroyed all his defenses outside the door. He leaned weakly against the headboard, as if all his luster had vanished, and he had become a frail old man.

"Boss, are you feeling unwell? But if I told you that I placed a timer in Nami Shinobu's bridal car, would that make you feel better?" Yamada Kurosawa remained as respectful as ever.

"What did you say?!" Shinoda Kenichi glared at Yamada Kurosawa, his voice trembling with rage!

"Boss, don't be angry. You know you're old, and your heart isn't good. What if you die from anger? Yes, I had that timer placed… See, I told you not to be angry, and your heart condition flared up again." Yamada Kurosawa remained respectful and concerned.

Shinoda Kenichi clutched his heart with one hand and pointed at Yamada Kurosawa with the other, stammering, "You…you…someone, come quick!"

People arrived quickly, all of them Shinoda Kenichi's bodyguards. They hadn't died after all; Shinoda Kenichi breathed a sigh of relief. "Kurozo, if you admit your mistake now, I might consider giving you a proper burial!"

Yamada Kurozo looked at the people who had suddenly appeared, a panicked expression on his face. "Boss, I... what did I do wrong?" This guy is a real actor, his acting skills are far better than Xiao Chong's men, definitely professional level!

"Good! You, take him down!" Shinoda Kenichi roared, and his men immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Yamada Kurozo.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Yamada Kurozo said in a panicked voice, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his face, and then he said, "I was really wrong, I overestimated you! Boss, you're old, you should retire! Rest in peace, I'll manage the Yamada Group for you!"

Yamada Kurozo's calm expression surprised him greatly. He realized something was very wrong and was about to reach for the gun hidden under his pillow when he saw that all his guards had turned their guns around and pointed them at him!

"You?" Shinoda Kenichi stared in utter disbelief at his men who had followed him for so many years. He thought that even if everyone else betrayed him, these guards would never betray him. He never expected that they would ultimately point their guns at him.

"Boss, don't blame us! Our families are in his hands. If we don't kill you, he'll kill our entire families! We're sorry, Boss!" The leading guard said, pulling the trigger first. The other guards, equally remorseful, followed suit. Soon, the leader of the Yamada-gumi, the tycoon who had brought countless benefits to the group and dominated for years, lay on his bed like a swarm of bees. He died with his eyes open.

In his final moments, Shinoda Kenichi regretted only one thing: he shouldn't have let his daughter return. If she were still in China, still fooling around with that Chinese man, he might have lost face, but at least his daughter would be alive. But now, he would be reunited with his daughter in hell! It was him who killed his daughter with his own hands. How could he die in peace...?

Xiao Chong watched TV while enjoying Zhu Hongyan's warm mouth. This woman, who was once like an iceberg, was being melted away by him little by little, melted into molten lava. Sometimes, he couldn't even handle her passion! Of course, dating isn't just about sleeping together, nor is it entirely about taking someone out to dinner. It's more like... taking someone out to dinner plus sleeping together!

Zhu Xiaoyan felt like she and Xiao Chong were like two little pigs, spending their days eating, drinking, relieving themselves, and mating in bed! Sometimes, she couldn't even tell who was whose sex toy. She and he were like two magnets, their positive and negative poles attracting each other; once they were together, they were inseparable. Their desires were inexhaustible. They ate not out of physical need, but to have the energy to enjoy love in bed. She gave him such passionate service not because he liked it, but because after three times in a row, this was the only way she could quickly get him hard. But just as he became hard and she was about to rejoice, he suddenly pushed her away. She thought he was about to mount her, so she closed her eyes, waiting for that impending storm. But after a while, nothing happened. Opening her eyes, she saw the man anxiously dressing, about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Zhu Xiaoyan asked.

"I have something important to do, I have to go out!" Xiao Chong was watching TV, watching the live broadcast of the wedding between the Yamada Group and Sano Mita. The wedding procession was on its way, and the camera kept giving close-ups of Nami sitting in the luxurious Bentley. Similarly, the groom, Sano Mita's, pale face appeared on the screen. He couldn't let his woman marry someone else, not even if he was impotent! He couldn't bear to see his woman lying next to another man every night, even if that man was incapable of doing anything.

"Are you coming back tonight?" Zhu Xiaoyan was a little angry, caught in a dilemma, and then left!

"We'll see!" Xiao Chong walked out without looking back!

The man's figure disappeared outside the door. Only then did Zhu Xiaoyan withdraw her dazed gaze and turn to look at the television. Seeing the woman sitting in the bridal car, she finally understood why the man had left so hastily. Instantly, a deep sadness and melancholy washed over her…

Xiao Chong, driving his no longer flashy but still powerful Jeep, sped towards the road shown on the television. He was going to stop her; he couldn't let her marry someone else! He couldn't bear such a thing happening to him! He wasn't Xie GG; he couldn't tolerate being cuckolded, even if it was just a fake one.

The Jeep sped along, weaving in and out of traffic on Japanese roads, nearly causing several accidents, but he didn't care. He was a little crazy. Even if it meant sinking all of Japan, he would stop his woman from marrying someone else. In this world, he was willful and impulsive. He was Xiao Chong—a Xiao Chong who dared to love, hate, charge, fight, and even play with people to the death. He

made it! He made it! He finally made it! Actually... it wasn't very far, only two streets apart, and Xiao Chong stopped the bride's car.

He was driving very fast, at the maximum speed a Jeep could reach on this kind of road, so when he braked, the screeching sound could be heard even three blocks away. The tires of an ordinary car would stop spinning fifty meters before the brakes stopped, but the inertia kept the car lurching forward, kicking up a long plume of white smoke. Some unsuspecting people thought it was just a cloud of smoke moving slowly!

The car finally came to a stop at the intersection. All the vehicles were stunned by the frantic braking sound, which is usually followed by a crash. But after waiting for a long time, they heard nothing. It wasn't that their ears were lucky; it was that the person who braked so recklessly was lucky.

"Cough cough! Damn, what a lot of smoke!" Xiao Chong covered his nose and mouth with one hand and waved the other as he emerged from the smoke.

The cars carrying the bride from the Zuo Group and the Yamada Group stopped. Many Yamada Group members got out of the cars, some of whom were old acquaintances of Xiao Chong, the ones who had been chasing and following him. They all drew their guns, ready to shoot the guy who dared to steal the bride in the street! But no one fired yet, because their leader had said that they only wanted to capture this guy alive. A live capture would be worth ten million yen, while a dead one would be punished according to the gang's rules! However, they didn't know that their leader had already died, and the bounty had expired shortly after they left! (

Chapter 20 of the final chapter:

Chaos) The cars carrying the bride from the Zuo Group and the Yamada Group stopped. Many Yamada Group members got out of the cars, some of whom were old acquaintances of Xiao Chong, the ones who had been chasing and following him. They all drew their guns, ready to shoot the guy who dared to steal the bride in the street! But no one fired yet, because their leader had said that they only wanted to capture this guy alive. A live capture would be worth ten million yen, while a dead one would be punished according to the gang's rules! However, they didn't know that their leader was already dead, and the bounty had expired shortly after they left!

"Baka..." The gangsters didn't dare attack Xiao Chong with guns, but that didn't mean they wouldn't verbally attack him. So, they all started cursing at Xiao Chong in Japanese, from a distance, like a street brawl!

After a long conversation in Japanese with Anqi that night, Xiao Chong's Japanese had become quite fluent—very authentic, even with a Kobe accent, since Anqi was from Kobe. But Xiao Chong wasn't interested in using his fluent Japanese to curse them back. Instead, he stood there arrogantly, striking what he considered a cool pose: nose in the air, hands in pockets, a relaxed stance to show his disdain. Then, he made a megaphone and shouted in Chinese, "Nami, you piece of trash, get the hell out of the car!" He

had no choice; he'd been wronged, so he needed someone to vent his anger on!

Nami heard someone call her name and saw the car stop. Knowing something was wrong, she said to Sano Mita beside her, her tone gentle but devoid of emotion, "Wait a moment!"

Sano Mita remained expressionless and noncommittal. He had also recognized the voice calling his fiancée in Chinese, but he never expected it to be the barefoot doctor who had swindled him out of sixteen million US dollars, rendered him impotent, and shortened his lifespan by decades! And this barefoot doctor had, long ago, slept with his fiancée, and had tried every trick in the book!

He knew nothing. If he had, he wouldn't have waited another year or two; he would have died of a stroke on the spot! Today, he looked pale, his eyes lifeless, his face foul, his forehead dark, his eyebrows menacing, his face gloomy… It didn't look like a wedding celebration; it looked like a bloody disaster was about to strike!

As Nami got out of the car, she saw Xiao Chong, and her eyes lit up with joy, but then dimmed again. What good would it do to come? Sometimes, responsibility is heavier than Mount Tai. Faced with the rise and fall of the gang, for someone who grew up in a triad family, abandoning personal feelings was not her wish, but she had no choice. She could only sacrifice her own interests for the greater good.

"Put down all your guns!" Nami shouted coldly, then walked towards Xiao Chong! Just as she finally reached Xiao Chong, about to say something like "Don't be so willful," or "I don't like you anymore," the Bentley she was in exploded with a deafening roar. Flames shot into the sky, and the flying car tumbled several times in the air before crashing to the ground like a falling meteorite.

At the same time!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"... Explosions rang out continuously.

The Bentley's explosion caused the surrounding cars to explode in quick succession. The convoy was long, one after another, and once the explosions started, they seemed endless.

The scene was spectacular, like a Hollywood blockbuster film by a famous international director—a truly grand production!

Almost all the members of the Yamada Group and the Zuo Group perished in the explosion. Those who survived were roasted like suckling pigs, and the short-lived Zuo Mita was pitiful; his body was never recovered!

Xiao Chong reacted quickly. As soon as the Bentley exploded, he had already rolled to the ground with Nami in his arms. In fact, this was unnecessary, as they were far enough away that the explosion wouldn't have reached them. But this unnecessary action saved Nami's life.

Still reeling from the series of explosions, a luxury Mitsuoka-style car (never heard of it?) was also shaken. The driver, likely mistaking the accelerator for the brake, slammed on the gas. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. The car sped past the spot where Xiaochong and Nami had just been standing, crashing into a jeep parked at the intersection. No further explosion occurred, but the driver was beyond saving. The front of the car was severely deformed, the driver was decapitated, and the person in the back seat appeared to be seriously injured.

After everything calmed down, the fire from the explosions continued. The survivors remained stunned, unable to process what had happened.

"Now, do you have anything to say?" Xiaochong, however, was oblivious. He'd seen countless explosions like this during his time as a special forces soldier; it was commonplace for him.

Nami was still somewhat dazed, and when she came to her senses, she asked herself, "Yeah, what else can I say?" In just a fleeting moment, this nemesis had saved her twice! Knowing him, falling in love with him, wasn't her misfortune, but her blessing. Of course, she also had something to say: "...Thank you!"

"Sigh, we're husband and wife for life, what's there to thank! Just don't cheat on me!"

"Cheat on you? Do you think I could cheat on you in his current state?" Nami pointed helplessly to the unrecognizable remains of the Bentley's wreckage, saying this with a sigh. Before even getting married, she was already a widow! She truly regretted registering the marriage before the wedding banquet; if only it had been delayed until tomorrow! Yet, it all seemed destined! There was joy, but also helplessness!

Although she and Zuo Yetian were not husband and wife in practice, they were legally husband and wife. Now, although Zuo Yetian is dead, according to the agreement between Shinoda Kenichi and Zuo Yetian, the cooperation between the two families has taken effect. Therefore, Zuo Yetian's death cannot change any facts. The only thing that can change is that every night from now on, Nami will not be lying next to a strange impotent man, but most likely a familiar Chinese stud.

As people panicked and shouted, Nami's phone rang. After answering, her face turned deathly pale, and her hand holding the phone trembled...

Xiao Chong didn't notice Nami's change, because when Nami's phone rang, he walked towards the wrecked car. He didn't care much about the lives of the Japanese, and besides, it wasn't his business. Whether he appeared or not, the car would still explode. Judging from the intensity of the Bentley's explosion, he knew even with a brainstorm that someone had installed a timer in the car! So, the deaths of these people were none of his concern! But this Lincoln was a bit different. If his Jeep hadn't stopped blocking the car's path in the middle of the road, the driver, though panicked, wouldn't have died a horrible death! He felt a pang of guilt for his recklessness. He walked to the car, dragged out the severely injured man sitting in the back seat who was barely alive, and quickly inserted several acupuncture needles into his body...

Xiao Chong glanced at the man with a hint of guilt, not caring whether the man understood his Chinese. "I'm sorry, I've done my best. Whether you live or die is up to fate!"

The man looked at Xiao Chong with pain and weakness, his expression one of half-understanding. Xiao Chong was too lazy to pay him any attention; after all, a little Japanese soldier, his death was no big deal.

Xiao Chong walked back to Nami's side and saw her standing there, pale and lost, her eyes brimming with tears, but they didn't fall.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Chong felt very sad seeing her like this, but he didn't know what had happened. He had vaguely heard her phone ring, but he had been preoccupied with the people in the Lincoln and hadn't heard what she said.

"Nami! What happened? Don't scare me, okay?" Xiao Chong looked at Nami, who was standing there blankly, with a panic. After a

long

while, Nami cried out hoarsely, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her expression heavy with grief.

She looked as if her father had died. Xiao Chong didn't need to guess; just looking at her expression and hearing the sorrowful tone in her voice calling for her father, he knew!

The dead cannot be brought back to life! Even if she cried until she went blind, it wouldn't help! Xiao Chong simply stood silently by her side, offering no words of comfort. He understood Nami's feelings at this moment, because his own parents had faked their own death years ago. Although it was faked, his grief at the time was genuine! During that time, he often wept in private too! A man doesn't easily shed tears, only when deeply grieved. A man's tears are not a sin, let alone hers, a woman!

Cry! Cry! Crying can release pent-up emotions and is good for both body and mind!

Nami knelt on the ground, pale and weeping for a long time. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed to the ground. Xiao Chong then picked her up and slowly walked away, behind them still a sea of fire and a chaotic crowd…

In the final chapter, Chapter Twenty-One, the Scent of Jealousy is Strong:

Xiao Chong took Nami back to the house. When Zhu Xiaoyan saw Xiao Chong carrying a man, she felt a pang of resentment! She couldn't believe he had successfully stolen the bride and even brought her back. She was both impressed and resentful. But when she saw the woman in his arms, her face streaked with tears and filled with grief, for some reason, her heart softened. She quickly made the bed so her man could better place this woman on the bed where they had shared their passionate moments.

Nami fell asleep. The shock of the explosion and her father's death had left her mentally and physically exhausted. Even in her sleep, her nose was still twitching, and her face was streaked with tears, like a soft, helpless, and pitiful little kitten.

Xiao Chong covered her with a blanket, sighed helplessly, and tiptoed out.

"What happened to her?" Zhu Xiaoyan was somewhat impressed with herself for still having the mind to care about the woman who had taken her man.

"I'm not really sure, I guess her father died!" Xiao Chong said truthfully; Nami hadn't told him what had happened until this moment.

"No way, so pitiful!" Zhu Xiaoyan covered her mouth and exclaimed. Her elderly father in the countryside, though outwardly frail, was still vigorous at night.

"Yes, so pitiful!" Xiao Chong gazed at Zhu Xiaoyan, his eyes conveying a clear message: since she's so pitiful, you should try to get along with her!

Zhu Xiaoyan was a clever woman and naturally understood Xiao Chong's meaning, so she didn't say anything more. Since fate had arranged for her to be with Xiao Chong, and she had accepted him in her heart, she would try to accept everything about him!

Seeing her complex expression, Xiao Chong was about to offer words of comfort when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching in the distance. He quickly signaled Zhu Xiaoyan to be quiet and pricked up his ears, ready to listen...

The Japanese imperial dynasty was no longer in power, and the Japanese imperial family had declined, but it still existed. The Emperor remained the symbol of Japan and its people as a whole. However, according to rumors, extreme nationalists still held considerable power in Japan, hoping to restore the Emperor's prestige. Japanese analysts believed that Japan could not exist without the Emperor; Japanese history began with the Emperor, and the Emperor was the root of every Japanese person!

The Imperial Palace, the residence of the Emperor, is located in Chiyoda Ward in central Tokyo. It was built in 1590 by Tokugawa Ieyasu, the first shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate. This traditional Japanese building, covering 23,000 square meters, features green tiled roofs, white walls, and brown copper pillars. The main hall is the heart of the palace complex, where major imperial events and diplomatic ceremonies are held. The Chōwa-den (Chōwa-den Hall) is where the Emperor receives the court's greetings. The Hōmyō-den (Tōmyō-den Hall) houses a grand banquet hall, and the Jōgō-den (Chōgō-den Hall) is the Emperor's inner palace. In addition, the palace grounds include the Hanakage-tei (Flower Shade Pavilion), Kanpu-tei (Waterfall Viewing Pavilion), Shiōkin-tei (Frost Brocade Pavilion), a tea room, the Kōreiden (Imperial Spirit Hall), the Tōden (Hall of Relics), the Shrine, and the former Imperial Library, among others.

The Japanese Imperial Family exists in a somewhat awkward position, but their special status naturally leads to extraordinary consumption. Firstly, their residences and imperial villas throughout the country are state property, so they do not need to pay rent; their living expenses are directly allocated from the national treasury, enjoying a free lifestyle. This could be considered one of the few remaining powers of this declining aristocracy.

The living expenses of the Emperor, Empress, and Crown Prince and Empress are called "Inner Court Expenses," and the total amount is usually adjusted according to the inflation rate. In recent years, the annual inner court expenses of the Japanese Imperial Family have been approximately 300 million yen, equivalent to more than 20 million yuan. The living expenses of other members of the Imperial Family are called "Imperial Family Expenses." Each male member living alone receives approximately 27 million yen annually, which is not a large sum in RMB. The Crown Prince's brother's family of four receives 46 million yen annually in Imperial Family Expenses.

However, the Japanese Imperial Family does not rely on such subsidies from the Japanese government for survival. If it were solely based on this, how could they support their luxurious and extravagant lifestyle? According to rumors, one way the Japanese Imperial Family operates its assets is by fully utilizing its funds for stock trading. The number and types of stocks owned by the Emperor are kept secret, but they are managed systematically under the supervision of financial experts in charge of the Imperial Family's finances.

How much do they earn each year? Who knows! However, judging from their luxurious and extravagant lifestyle, it should be easy to guess that it is no less than that of the Longxing Group! Just look at the sheer size of the Imperial Family's staff. The Emperor alone has four doctors on call 24/7, five attendants dedicated to helping him dress, and eleven staff members specifically for preparing ceremonies for Japan's state religion, Shintoism. The total number of staff serving the Imperial Family exceeds one thousand, including a twenty-four-piece orchestra, thirty gardeners, twenty-five chefs, seventy-eight plumbers, electricians, and other laborers. There are one hundred and sixty maids alone. To put it simply: a maid responsible for wiping tables cannot also wipe the floor. It

's truly extravagant! In modern terms, it's decadent! But can this be related to Xiao Chong? Of course, otherwise why would I have written such a short essay of a thousand words?

If anyone has a keen sense of smell, they've probably already guessed! Yes, the car that collided with the jeep was a Nissan Mitsuoka Prince limousine, a state limousine. This type of car costs hundreds of times more than a Rolls-Royce, and it's not something you can just buy with money. In Japan, only two people have the right to ride in it: the Prime Minister and the Emperor. Unfortunately, the man who was seriously injured while sitting in the back of the limousine was none other than the 127th Emperor of Japan—Emperor Ninmei! (The 126th character hasn't appeared yet, and you've already shown the 127th? Just bear with this bug! If you don't want this book to be censored, end it in this chapter!)

After Emperor Ninmyō was injured, his four doctors, who were on standby 24 hours a day, arrived at the scene before the hospital's ambulance and worked together to send Emperor Ninmyō to the Imperial Hospital. However, after a thorough examination, the four authoritative doctors dared not rashly treat the Japanese Emperor, because the strong impact had damaged Emperor Ninmyō's heart valves, causing them to lose their ability to open and close, and thus unable to supply blood normally. In theory, this situation would be certain death. However, there were three silver needles inserted into his heart. These three seemingly inconspicuous silver needles played a very crucial role at this time. They were inserted into the heart in a triangle shape, and a strange magnetic field and force were slowly causing the heart to supply blood.

This work is exclusively published in text form on 16k.com. Reproduction or excerpting without permission is prohibited. For more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit…k.! The four imperial physicians, though highly knowledgeable in medicine and experienced in clinical practice, had never witnessed such a needle technique before. While marveling at the incredible skill of the needles, they were helpless. Given the situation, Emperor Ninmyō needed immediate surgery to repair or replace his heart valves. However, the prerequisite for surgery was to remove the three long, thin silver needles—a simple pinch would suffice. But they dared not; experience told them that if the needles were removed, their emperor would be joining the previous emperor in just a few seconds.

Everyone was at a loss. The only solution was to find the person who performed the needles…

Xiao Chong sensed at least twenty people approaching the house, and the orderly yet light and steady footsteps told him that these were rigorously trained samurai. He could handle them alone, but simultaneously ensuring the safety of two women would be difficult.

Zhu Xiaoyan had already retreated into the room at his signal. His focused, prepared demeanor was somewhat strange; he gripped the Black Star pistol in one hand and a handful of silver needles in the other, but this was what he considered his strongest defense! However, if someone were to open fire directly on the house with a machine gun, even if he were a master of wind magic, could he dodge it?

The twenty-odd men outside stopped just ten meters from the house. Xiao Chong was shocked, thinking they were really going to open fire with a machine gun. As they stopped, he immediately dropped to all fours, waiting for the frenzied gunfire.

After a long while, no bullets flew in, only a knock on the door.

"Hello..." The person outside knocked a few times and then spoke a string of gibberish, roughly meaning: Hello, did you just treat a car accident victim on the road? I am his doctor, can we talk?

Chapter Twenty-Two of the Finale: Is the Princess Really That Great?

"Hello..." The person outside knocked a few times and then spoke a string of gibberish, roughly meaning: Hello, did you just treat a car accident victim on the road? I'm his doctor, can we talk?

Damn it! That gave me a false alarm! Xiao Chong cursed under his breath and stood up, but still didn't dare open the door. He was a little afraid the person was trying to trick him, so he hid behind a sofa and spoke to the person through the door in broken Japanese: "Yes, I just gave that person acupuncture. You can say what you need to say outside the door, and then leave!"

"Oh, sir, hello, it's like this, because the needles you used are very strange, and his condition requires immediate surgery, we're afraid that removing the needles might cause some accidents. Could you please come with us to remove the needles?" The person spoke politely, but his tone revealed anxiety.

"Damn it, I don't even know him! Why should I go whenever you say so? It'll make me lose face!" Xiao Chong grumbled, dissatisfied.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, sir. Please lend a helping hand, okay?" the man said, still speaking in a refined manner. Xiao Chong found this politeness rare among the Japanese, as he considered them barbarians!

Just as he hesitated, another clear, slightly arrogant voice rang out anxiously from outside the door. "Why are you arguing with him so much? Let me handle this!" The voice stopped abruptly, and the door was kicked open in a few kicks. The door was made of solid wood and had three locks; the woman had opened it so easily, indicating considerable skill.

As soon as the door opened, a young woman rushed in. She immediately spotted Xiao Chong hiding behind the sofa, quickly moved to his side, pointed a gun at his head, and yelled, "Are you going or not? If you don't, I'll shoot you!"

"Fuck your mother! Who do you think you are!" Xiao Chong was furious. He'd only ever had a gun pointed at his head once before—by Old C—but he'd paid $100,000 in damages. This was the second time, and a Japanese woman at that. He felt utterly humiliated! "Chinaman?"

The woman was a little surprised, because Xiao Chong had cursed in Chinese in his anger.

"I curse your whole family of women!" Hearing these three insulting words, Xiao Chong flew into a rage. Seeing that the woman understood Chinese, he didn't bother with Japanese anymore, and as he uttered these words, he gave her the middle finger!

"You...you believe I'll shoot you dead!" The woman trembled with rage, pressing the gun barrel firmly against Xiao Chong's head, her finger itching to fire. She looked like she really dared to pull the trigger.

This woman was a bit crazy. Xiao Chong's back was soaked with sweat, but he still retorted defiantly, "Go ahead and shoot! If you have the guts, shoot! If I die, who'll pull the needle out of that person's body?! I'll fuck your ass!" The woman had truly enraged him, so her foul language was understandable.

"You—" The woman's eyes widened, her teeth clenched in fury. She was also enraged; from childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to speak to her so brazenly.

The scene was tense, on the verge of exploding. The woman was in a berserk state; no one dared to predict whether she would fire next. At this moment, the gentle-spoken doctor approached and respectfully said to the woman, "Your Highness, please calm your anger! The Emperor is still waiting for this person to treat him!"

The woman, addressed as "Princess," was stunned for a moment before glaring fiercely at Xiao Chong and reluctantly putting away her gun.

"Princess? Emperor? I'm Qin Shi Huang!" Xiao Chong thought, suspicious but too lazy to care what kind of emperor she was. Now it was his turn to be smug; he wanted to vent his anger first. So he pointed at the woman and cursed, "You think you're so capable? You want to kill me? Come on! Come this way!" "Xiao Chong pointed to his head and leaned closer to her.

The woman was truly enraged; she dropped the gun and swung it at Xiao Chong's head...

"Agh—" Xiao Chong's scream rang out deafeningly, chilling to the bone. Had he been hit? How pathetic! Of course not, he had been kicked. The woman's hand gesture was a feint; her footwork was the real attack! Xiao Chong was only focused on dodging the gun handle and hadn't noticed her lightning-fast groin kick. He carelessly lost his groin and was struck squarely!

"Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!" Xiao Chong, clutching his penis in pain, jumped around the room like a monkey. Even Zhu Xiaoyan, who appeared at the door, couldn't help but laugh; it was just too comical. Nami, standing behind Zhu Xiaoyan, couldn't laugh. She was just a little surprised. It was rare for a woman to make Xiao Chong suffer like this! Although she didn't recognize this woman, she knew she was Princess Tomoko of the Japanese Imperial Family. She hadn't expected this seemingly delicate and refined princess to be so deadly. Looking at her smug expression, she couldn't help but feel worried for her. Women who offended Xiao Chong never had a good ending, even princesses were no exception. Back then… she was the best example!

Zhu Xiaoyan's smile quickly faded. With anxious worry, she went over to support Xiao Chong. "How are you? How are you? Did you break it? What if you broke it… I still need it!" "If it weren't for the presence of so many people, she probably would have pulled down Xiao Chong's pants to take a look. But her words made the women present change their expressions.

After Zhu Xiaoyan comforted Xiao Chong and helped him sit down on the sofa, she said to the woman, "How could you do this? A gentleman uses words, not fists! Why did you even use your feet! If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

The woman sneered disdainfully. "I'm not a gentleman. There are plenty of men like him on the street! You'd better find someone else sooner rather than later!"

Although the doctor didn't understand Chinese, he knew what had happened and guessed what they were talking about. However, none of this concerned him. He was concerned about Emperor Renmei, who was still lying in the hospital bed waiting for surgery. "Sir, would you please come with me?" Xiao

Chong had finally calmed down from the pain and was now sitting on the sofa, panting heavily. The kick hadn't broken him, but it had shattered his manly dignity. He was furious. Whether your Emperor lives or dies, it doesn't matter! You want me to save him? There's no doorframe left! So he simply gave the doctor a cold look, which was his answer.

"Sir..."

The doctor was about to say something more when Xiao Chong interrupted him. "I'm injured and feeling unwell. I need to rest. This is my private residence. If you have the right to enter, stay here. If not, get the hell out of here! If you still want to kick me, I won't be a gentleman anymore!" Xiao Chong finished speaking and went into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

He spoke Chinese; whether they understood him or not was none of his concern. If they didn't understand, he could find a translator. He didn't want to waste any more time with these people.

The Japanese woman finally remembered the true purpose of her trip and secretly regretted her impulsiveness. If there were a pill for regret in a pharmacy, she would definitely buy one immediately. If heaven gave her another chance to kick him, she probably... she would still do it! But now, she had completely offended him. Given his arrogant demeanor, it was impossible for him to save her dying brother.

The doctor and the woman stood there dumbfounded, staring at each other, at a loss.

Zhu Xiaoyan didn't want to pay attention to these Japanese people and followed Xiao Chong into the room. She wanted to check if Xiao Chong's little brother was really injured.

Nami was Japanese and respected the Japanese Imperial Family! At this moment, she came up and bowed to the woman, saying, "Princess Tomoko, hello!"

"Oh, hello! Do you know that person from earlier?" Princess Tomoko was usually very polite, but she had only angered herself because she was worried about her brother's illness and Xiao Chong's carefree and roguish behavior.

"He... is my boyfriend!" Nami said a little shyly.

"That's wonderful! Please let him go and save the Emperor!" Princess Tomoko exclaimed with delight.

Nami's face showed a troubled expression. "Princess, it's not that I don't want him to save the Emperor, but I can't make that decision for him! He's known for his bad temper!"

"Then at least help me persuade him! As a citizen of Japan, do you want to watch the Emperor die?" Princess Tomoko appealed to her emotions and reasoned with her.

"I...I'll try!" Nami knew it was pointless to persuade him. She knew Xiaochong better than anyone else what kind of person he was, but as Princess Tomoko said, as a Japanese citizen, she truly didn't want Emperor Ninmyō to die, because Emperor Ninmyō was Japan's spiritual leader. (

Chapter 23 of the final chapter: I didn't mean that

) Nami came out of the room less than a minute after entering, because before she could even speak, Xiaochō said to her, "If you're going to speak for that woman outside, I advise you to save your breath. Talking about this again will make me very angry and affect our relationship!"

Nami hesitated, thought it over, and then left.

"How was it?" Princess Tomoko could guess just from Nami's expression, but she couldn't help asking.

Nami shook her head and said, "He didn't give me a chance to speak! His lower body, like his face, is not something anyone can touch! Here he can say he's nothing, but in China, he's more like an emperor than the emperor himself!"

"Sigh—" Princess Tomoko sighed. If her willful and capricious behavior caused her brother's death, she would suffer the torment of her conscience for the rest of her life.

“I think the problem ultimately comes from the people… no, I mean, a heart ailment requires a heart remedy. If the princess really wants him to save the Emperor, I think you might have to apologize to him first!” Nami said.

“Me? Apologize to him? No way!” Princess Tomoko immediately flew into a rage at the thought of having to apologize to that Chinese man she looked down upon!

Nami wanted to say something more, but opened her mouth and ultimately didn't speak.

“Princess, I think this young lady makes a lot of sense…” The doctor didn't finish his sentence because he saw his princess staring at him with a cold gaze!

After a long while, Princess Tomoko calmed down and hesitantly asked the two, "Do you really want to apologize?"

Nami and the doctor remained silent, simply looking at her, clearly asking in silence: What do you think?

Princess Tomoko was distressed. She had never apologized to anyone before, and now she was being asked to abandon her dignity to a Chinese man. How could she bear it? But thinking of her brother lying in the hospital bed, her brother who had almost died, her only brother, for the sake of her family, she finally put aside her personal dignity and honor. It was a very poignant feeling: apologies are inevitable in life, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai.

Right now, a Mount Tai stood before her.

"For my brother, I've decided to go all out!" Princess Tomoko said resolutely and calmly.

Seeing this, Nami wanted to go into the room and call Zhu Xiaoyan out first. Apologizing is sometimes like dating; without a third party present, there's less awkwardness. However, after knocking on the door for a long time, Zhu Xiaoyan finally opened it, her lips red and glistening with saliva...

A few minutes earlier, after Nami left the room, Zhu Xiaoyan immediately locked the door. Regardless of Xiaochong's willingness, she stubbornly took off his pants because she was very worried that this thing, which was ugly on others but precious on her man, might be injured. Injury to this place could be a big or small matter, and she dared not joke about the sexual happiness of her lower body.

Xiao Chong was completely passive. His naked lower body felt a bit chilly, but he couldn't resist her, so he had no choice but to lie there and undergo a urological examination. Zhu Xiaoyan took on the role of doctor, examining him carefully from all angles, fiddling with his penis. She didn't see any injuries, but still asked with great concern, "Are you really okay? Do you feel any pain anywhere?"

"Is it okay? It's really nothing!" Xiao Chong would have been happy to do anything else, but having his penis handled like a toy by Zhu Xiaoyan made him feel a little embarrassed. After all, this kind of handling wasn't what you'd call playing with!

"No, I have to try. If there's a problem, we shouldn't delay, we should go to the hospital right away!" Zhu Xiaoyan said, her first time willingly, purely out of concern and without lust, she opened her mouth and took the soft thing into her mouth. She didn't dare to use too much force, but gently rubbed and entwined it with her tongue...

The woman's considerate care moved Xiao Chong deeply, and his technique had been adjusted to a level that could be described as superb. In just a short while, he got an erection. The comfortable feeling made him unable to help but breathe softly. Seeing that he was reacting normally and seemed to be enjoying himself, the woman quickly increased the intensity of her sucking, using all her skills. But just as Xiao Chong was feeling the pleasure, there was a knock on the door.

Helpless, Xiao Chong and Zhu Xiaoyan had no choice but to call it a day.

"Just say I'm tired and fell asleep, send them away, and come back quickly!" Xiao Chong was caught in a dilemma, feeling both physically and mentally uncomfortable. He hurriedly threw out the words, without taking the thing back, and just pulled the blanket over himself and pretended to sleep.

A moment later, Zhu Xiaoyan's high heels clicked, followed by the sound of a door closing. Xiao Chong, overjoyed, threw off the covers and impatiently cried, "Quick, quick, quick!"

"Ah—" A long, drawn-out scream rang out, high in the front and low in the back, but the voice was unfamiliar. Xiao Chong looked up and saw, damn it, it was that Japanese woman.

Princess Tomoko was furious again. Apologizing to him in this way was more painful than killing her.

When Xiao Chong saw it was her, his face immediately darkened. His aroused little brother, startled by the abruptness, became slightly limp. He quickly hid it back, cursing angrily, "You little bitch, you got off easy. You got to enjoy your sight for free." He coldly said, "What are you doing here? Please leave!" It

took Princess Tomoko a while to recover from her shock. His thing was so ugly and huge, the size of an infant's arm, and blood red in color. With one eye open and a fierce look on his face, it gave her a very strong visual shock. After finally calming herself down, she stammered in Chinese, "I...I'm here...to apologize!"

Xiao Chong glanced at her but didn't speak, as if waiting for her sincere apology.

Princess Zhizi, seeing the man remain silent and only glare at her, hesitated for a long time before finally saying firmly but stiffly, "I'm sorry, please go save my brother!"

Silence... a deathly silence!

After a while, Xiao Chong said to Princess Zhizi, word by word, "If apologies were useful, what would be the point of the police!" A classic line, it seems like something a jerk would say!

"You—" Zhizi was furious. She really wanted to beat him up, tie him up like a pig, stuff him into a car, and take him to her brother's bedside. But she didn't dare. Although she was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, impulsive, and had a large chest, she wasn't brainless. She knew that doing so would backfire. Experience had shown that this Chinese man, even more stubborn than her, would never succumb to violence.

"What exactly do you want?" Zhizi thought of her brother still in the hospital bed, and her tone softened.

Xiao Chong, who had just been so arrogant, could hardly believe these words came from her mouth. Upon closer inspection, however, he found that while she was only considered pretty, with features that weren't particularly delicate, her flowing long hair and distinctive bangs made her quite captivating. She was the kind of beauty that grew on you, the kind that never became tiresome. But what was most alluring was her figure: a 36D bust, a slender waist, and a large, round, pert, yet not exaggerated, shapely bottom—truly a devilish figure.

Seeing that Xiao Chong didn't speak, but instead leered at her body, Zhi Zi suddenly felt a chill. Did he want…?

“You want a woman? If you agree to go and rescue my royal brother, I'll get you any woman you want!” Princess Zhi Zi said, her heart pounding with fear.

Xiao Chong remained silent, his eyes still fixed on her.

"..." Zhizi fell silent. She understood something from his eyes. She was furious and helpless. Who could blame her when only this bastard could save her brother? A fierce internal struggle raged within her, the pain unbearable. To be humiliated by this despised Chinese man was worse than death, but to let her brother die because of her stubbornness was worse than death itself.

Helpless, she yielded, enduring the shame, tears welling in her eyes, silently reaching for the buttons on her clothes, unbuttoning them one by one... "

I swear to God, I never said I wanted her to apologize this way! This is purely her own wishful thinking... but I don't object at all!" Xiao Chong watched with a mixture of surprise and admiration, while simultaneously proclaiming his innocence to the world in his heart.

He had just been aroused by Zhu Xiaoyan, his desire still burning. When such a beauty offered herself up, he naturally accepted without hesitation, especially since... he wasn't exactly a saint to begin with!

Although Zhizi felt ashamed, she had no time to dawdle. She feared that if she were violated by this pig-like man, her brother would be utterly destroyed. Therefore, she had to get rid of him as quickly as possible! She had prepared for the worst: if she sacrificed her body and her brother couldn't be saved, she would tear this man apart to make him pay with his life!

Zhizi quickly stripped naked. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her breasts were round and firm, perfectly erect. The only slight imperfection was that the nipples were slightly concave, but it didn't detract from the overall beauty. Her abdomen was smooth, with a slight curve due to her martial arts training, giving it a softness with more elasticity than other women. Her buttocks were round and firm without any excess fat, and the deep crevice between them revealed a mysterious allure. And the most mysterious part of a woman's body—her pubic hair—grown in an inverted triangle, thick and unkempt, shiny as if it had been oiled!

"So beautiful! I never imagined there could be a woman with such a perfect figure in the world." Xiao Chong's eyes lit up as he gazed at her, and he couldn't help but sigh repeatedly.

In the final chapter, Chapter Twenty-Four, she had no

practical experience with Zhi Zi, but she possessed rich theoretical knowledge. As a member of a major AV country, whether she liked it or not, promiscuity was rampant in almost every corner of this nation. Although the royal family was a symbol of the spirit, it also represented another fact: decadence. The workers and maids in the house, having spent years in the deep, secluded palace, inevitably engaged in illicit affairs. Her brothers, uncles, nephews… needless to say, she had long since gained a deep understanding of matters between men and women through constant exposure.

To buy time, she quickly got into bed after undressing, and before Xiao Chong could react, she reached out and grasped his erect penis, already stimulated by the erotic images, and slowly lowered herself down…

"Ah—" A scream rang out in the room. Without foreplay, and being a first-timer, fueled by resentment, the dryness intensified the pain of deflowering, making it nothing short of cruel torture.

"What's wrong? Princess! What happened?" A subordinate's tense voice rang out from outside the door.

"No, nothing! Don't come in!" Tomoko bit her lip several times to avoid groaning in pain.

This sound was familiar to Nami and Zhu Xiaoyan outside, as they were both experienced women. They exchanged a silent glance, their expressions revealing complex emotions. They hadn't expected the two people in the room to be intimate so quickly. Was it the man's coercion and enticement? Or was the woman's willingness? They desperately hoped it was the latter, because neither of them wanted their man to be such a despicable person who would kick someone when they're down! But based on their understanding of this man and his usual behavior, that possibility was too small! The former was almost 99.9999% likely…

Xiao Chong was innocent; he hadn't asked for anything at all. It was this Japanese woman who raped him, although… he was quite willing to accept this rape.

Inside the room, Tomoko endured the excruciating pain in her lower body, moving up and down with an extraordinary willpower. It was strenuous, arduous, and exhausting, but none of that mattered compared to the physical and psychological torment she was suffering. She had no choice; she had to satisfy the man's lust as quickly as possible so he could save her dying brother!

She worked tirelessly, her tightness causing Xiao Chong some pain, but mostly, it was pure, boundless pleasure. As he watched this sweat-drenched woman thrusting on top of him, her face contorted in agony, yet she stubbornly clenched her teeth and remained silent, he felt a sadistic pleasure, knowing she was a high-ranking princess of the Japanese Imperial Family.

Tomoko felt her lower body being torn apart, crushed, her heart bleeding with each movement, while the blood flowing from her body was less than a fraction of that. She wanted to cry, to moan, but she refused to show weakness to this Chinese man, even though she had been violated, and had been the one who initiated it.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She didn't know how much longer this man would take; she had already lasted almost thirty minutes, and he still stood with his hands behind his head, watching her with a mocking and carefree air.

It was like a war, and the ultimate loser would inevitably be this Japanese woman, but she refused to admit defeat. The spirit of Japanese imperialism sustained her desperate struggle! She silently swore an oath in her heart, regardless of whether he saved her brother or not, she would tear this despicable bastard to pieces.

The woman was anxious, but Xiao Chong was not. Besides, his stamina was renowned far and wide. Even if he exerted himself fully and didn't use any fancy techniques, it would still take him at least forty minutes to ejaculate! This Japanese woman dared to challenge his patience; she was simply courting death!

After thirty minutes, the woman felt as if her body was weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder. Her legs felt like two soft cotton balls, and her lower body had long since gone numb. Her movements were now unconscious and driven by inertia. She really couldn't hold on any longer; she was about to collapse. The powerful spirit of Japanese imperialism had long since vanished, but she still refused to give up. This was directly related to her brother's life or death!

Just as her body swayed and was about to collapse, Xiao Chong sat up and grabbed her slender waist, which seemed to bend in the wind. The feeling of being raped was pleasant, but now he was going to take the initiative, representing the hundreds of millions of men of the Chinese nation in resisting rape. He began to thrust vigorously, penetrating the Japanese woman's body again and again, each time going deep inside, each time feeling as if he wanted to pierce her body…

Xiao Chong felt an unprecedented excitement at this moment. While he was trampling on the woman's body, it was as if he was also trampling on her soul. He wanted to crush her strong self-esteem, he wanted to tear off her mask, he not only wanted to… He wanted to conquer her body, and he also wanted to conquer her mind…

He kissed her lips, a rough, irresistible kiss. The woman wanted to keep her mouth tightly shut, to prevent his large tongue from invading her small mouth and ravaging her delicate tongue, but the fierceness of his lower body made it difficult for her to breathe. She had to open her mouth to gasp for air from time to time, and Xiao Chong seized this opportunity to kiss her. He sucked her tongue hard, drawing it into his mouth, constantly kneading it, humiliating it, stirring it, and occasionally biting it lightly… This was the first time he had ever kissed a woman so roughly.

The woman felt a stinging pain in her mouth and a stinging pain in her lower body. The double pain was driving her to the brink of collapse, but what made her feel even more ashamed was that she was actually excited. The pain was mixed with a pleasure that she didn't want to face, a pleasure that she deliberately ignored but had to admit.

This work was exclusively published in text form on 16k.com. Reproduction or excerpting without permission is prohibited. For more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit k.! This was a humiliating battle, and she ultimately couldn't escape the defeat she suffered, just like her ancestors. As Xiao Chong unleashed wave after wave of molten lava within her, she collapsed weakly to one side, as if she had died once more, still managing to say, "Now, you should go save my brother!" But Xiao Chong's reply was one that plunged her into hell.

"How ridiculous! When did I answer that I should go save your brother?" Xiao Chong asked.

"You—" Zhi Zi's eyes rolled back in anger, and she fainted! This blow was too heavy for her, more painful than death; she was literally driven unconscious by rage!

Xiao Chong pinched her philtrum a few times before she slowly awoke. As soon as she opened her almond-shaped eyes, she opened her mouth to bite Xiao Chong!

Fortunately, Xiao Chong released her quickly, causing her to collapse weakly onto the bed. "Damn it, why are you biting like a mad dog!"

The woman didn't want to bite; she wanted to kick him in the groin, but after such a brutal battle, she was too weak to do so. Faced with the man's sarcastic remarks, she could no longer hold back her tears! For the first time, she revealed her weakness in front of this man she despised. This was wrong; even when she was being humiliated, she hadn't shown this side of herself! But now, in despair, she could no longer control her fragile emotions and collapsed!

Xiao Chong feared nothing, he didn't care about being cunning, ruthless, or forceful, but what he feared most was a woman's tears! Even heroes have difficulty resisting the charms of a beautiful woman, and it seems Xiao Chong wasn't invincible after all; a woman's tears were his fatal weakness.

"Alright, stop crying! I'll go!" Xiao Chong said, standing up to put on his clothes.

The woman, already on the verge of collapse, collapsed again. If she had known this trick worked, why had she given herself to him?

As Xiao Chong finished dressing and was about to leave, he saw the woman still lying on the bed and couldn't help but ask, "Huh? You seem to be enjoying yourself? Still not over your climax?"

Hearing this, the woman exploded again. "You bastard, if I had the strength, would I need you to remind me?"

Xiao Chong was speechless. He thought she was so strong? It was all an act! He had no choice but to come over and help her dress and tie her belt. Although the woman was unwilling, her body was limp, and her lower body was still burning with pain, leaving her powerless. So the man used his hands to manipulate

her again. After she was dressed, Xiao Chong picked her up and carried her out. When the doctor, Nami, Zhu Xiaoyan, and the others saw the two of them like this, they were somewhat surprised, but quickly understood. Although there had been no other sounds in the room except for the woman's scream, the creaking bed constantly reminded them of the thrilling human battle unfolding inside.

Zhu Xiaoyan felt a pang of sadness, absentmindedly watching the news. The news was reporting on a fishing fleet catching several fish weighing over a hundred pounds! Fish? Xiao Chong had also caught a fish, weighing less than a hundred pounds, but it was a mermaid.

Nami was shocked. Even the inviolable princess of the Japanese Imperial Family had been won over by Xiao Chong; she couldn't help but admire the power of men in their conquest.

On the way, Princess Tomoko lay on Xiao Chong's lap like a docile kitten, the scene appearing warm and romantic. However, a careful observer who noticed Princess Tomoko's eyes would likely think otherwise, for they were filled with resentful anger. Xiao Chong, clearly enjoying the woman's focused gaze, gently placed his strong, powerful hairy member on her 36D breasts, caressing them tenderly again and again…

If looks could kill… well, looks can't kill, so let's skip the absurd description. (

Chapter 25 of the finale: If it doesn't work, step aside)

At the Japanese Imperial Family's private hospital, the anxious members of the Imperial Family finally welcomed the belated, mysterious acupuncturist. Upon learning that the man was from China, they were even more astonished. However, with life and death at stake, no one dared to dwell on the past or speculate on the man's motives for saving lives.

After Xiao Chong disappeared from the operating room, Empress Dowager Teiko, Emperor Ninmei's mother, immediately asked Princess Tomoko, "Who is he?"

Princess Tomoko, having rested somewhat, was slightly recovered. Aside from a lingering numbness and pain in her lower body, general weakness, and a slightly pale complexion, she appeared otherwise healthy. She dared not tell anyone what had happened. She didn't want any member of the Japanese Imperial Family, any Japanese citizen, or even Emperor Ninmei himself, to know that their spiritual leader had survived only because his sister had sold her body to a Chinese man!

"I don't know!" Princess Tomoko truthfully replied. Although she had been intimate with this man, she knew nothing except that he was bad-tempered, wild, strangely behaving, physically strong, and incredibly skilled in bed.

"Go and find out quickly!" Empress Dowager Teiko ordered one of her attendants. The attendant agreed and hurried off. His position was unclear, but it was likely some kind of Grand Councilor.

The royal family was indeed extraordinary. They found Xiao Chong's information online based solely on a self-portrait, and soon printed it out and gave it to Empress Dowager Zhenhui. Printed out? That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? Not at all. Didn't you see that this autobiography is over two million words long? What she had in her hand should be a brief introduction.

Xiao Chong, full name: Ouyang Chong! American citizenship, ancestral home in Guangdong Province, China. Born in Yetan Hekeng, Yuancheng Dong County, 26 years old. CVO of Longxing Kuaguo Group, Dean of Longxin Hospital, Honorary Principal of Guangzhou Medical University, member of the International Medical Association's non-governmental organization. Known as the Arrogant Divine Doctor, the Desired Doctor, the Iron-Willed Soldier, the Father of Cancer Drugs, etc. He has performed no fewer than a thousand difficult surgeries and researched and developed the new anti-cancer drug, Zhonghua No. 1, which became the top-selling cancer drug in Japan after its launch…

The members of the royal family were somewhat astonished by this thick stack of information. Although it was insignificant compared to their long-established royal family, such achievements and prestige from a 26-year-old were indeed remarkable.

As Princess Tomoko looked at the information, she felt a mixture of shock and joy. No wonder Miss Nami said he was more like an emperor than the emperor himself in China. But joy? Upon reflection, she couldn't quite pinpoint the source of her joy. Subconsciously, she was probably relieved that the man who had entered her body wasn't some nobody. At that moment, her feelings were somewhat complex.

While everyone was astonished, they didn't forget to keep their eyes glued to the monitor in the operating room…

Xiao Chong entered the operating room, glanced at Emperor Renming lying on the bed, and didn't need any examination. He already knew the emperor's condition perfectly well; as long as he wasn't dead, there was no problem. He only said a few words to the four doctors: "From the moment I remove the acupuncture needles, you only have three minutes to establish extracorporeal circulation and replace the artificial valve! And I'm only responsible for removing the needles; the surgery is none of my business!" Xiao Chong originally didn't want to say "repair the heart valve" but rather "replace the heart valve," considering the Japanese capabilities, he felt that replacing the heart valve was more in line with their national conditions and technology.

The four doctors, who were considered authorities in Japan, didn't dare to be negligent at all when Xiao Chong spoke so casually; instead, they nodded very cautiously! In fact, Xiao Chong's later words were purely wishful thinking. In China, he was a top-notch surgeon whom any hospital would pray to gods and Buddhas for, but in Japan, he was really nothing. Not to mention that these people didn't know his identity, even if they knew he was the world-renowned Dr. Qi Zhang, they wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting the Japanese emperor to a Chinese person for surgery.

The equipment and preparations for extracorporeal circulation were already in place, the best artificial heart valve was on the table, and the surgeon, assistants, anesthesiologists, nurses, and other surgical personnel were all on standby. Everything was ready; everything was in place except for Xiao Chong, who was like a rare, hard-won opportunity.

Seeing everyone waiting for him, Xiao Chong didn't stand on ceremony. He quickly flicked the three silver needles with his qi, using the "More Difficult Needles" technique, and immediately withdrew them. Although the needles were removed, the qi remained, and the heart continued to slowly pump blood within this inertial magnetic field. It was like a car that had braked at high speed but still moved forward a little due to inertia. In Emperor Ninmyō's body, this movement took three minutes. Actually, there were many other methods, such as having Xiao Chong continuously apply qi to further restore his vital signs and make his heart beat more powerfully. With his current internal energy, he could have sustained the procedure for at least thirty minutes. Even the least skilled surgeon should have completed the extracorporeal circulation surgery within thirty minutes. But he wouldn't do such a laborious and thankless task, especially not for a Japanese person.

Xiao Chong, based solely on personal preference, disliked all Japanese people, regardless of gender or character, except for Nami. He couldn't help it; she had a beautiful yet misguided relationship with him. So, he suppressed his conscience and ignored her nationality—a self-deceptive method, but one he had no other choice.

The four doctors, as expected of Japan's leading experts, completed the bypass surgery in just over two minutes. However, all four were covered in a fine layer of sweat, because if they had been even a few seconds slower, their 127th emperor would have been in grave danger.

The next step was straightforward: valve replacement. But then, a serious problem arose: the emperor's heart wasn't simply suffering from shattered valves; both the atria and ventricles were perforated!

(This involves a rather technical term, which I'll briefly explain to those observing. The heart is essentially a hollow organ. Besides the pericardium and myocardium, it contains four chambers: the left ventricle and left atrium, and the right ventricle and right atrium. Each chamber is separated not only by doors but also by walls. The valves are like doors, and the septa between the atria and ventricles are like walls. These four doctors only noticed the damaged doors but failed to notice the leaking walls—a serious oversight!)

Upon discovering the problem, the four doctors wore deathly expressions. It wasn't that they lacked the ability to repair it, but time was of the essence. Repairing the myocardial wall is a delicate procedure requiring considerable time and must be performed under a microscope. Unless a surgeon possesses exceptional eyesight and can repair it quickly using only their anatomical knowledge and intuition, the heart, temporarily deprived of blood supply, simply cannot withstand such a long recovery! But they had never heard of such a surgeon!

This grave mistake deeply saddened them. Had they conducted a more thorough examination before the surgery, fully understanding the condition of Emperor Ninmyō's heart, they would have opted for a heart transplant. Finding a living heart was difficult, but among the millions of people in Japan, there was bound to be one willing to sacrifice themselves to ensure their spiritual leader's survival. If no one was willing, they would use money; if money couldn't buy it, they would cruelly kill one. In any case, if they wanted to, obtaining a suitable heart for Emperor Ninmyō wouldn't be too difficult. But now, it was all too late!

"Frustrated, aren't you? Out of options? Do you know how heartbroken and devastated you are?" Xiao Chong practically sang to the four top-notch surgeons.

These four authoritative doctors were all seasoned veterans; they had never been humiliated like this, especially by a young man twenty or thirty years their junior. In the past, any one of them would have been furious. But now, they simply stood there, their faces ashen. At this moment, their grief, sorrow, and regret outweighed their anger. If they hadn't placed so much faith in the diagnostic instruments and had instead examined the clinical presentation more closely, they probably could have fully understood the situation! Now, it was all too late. Their Emperor Ninmyō had almost indirectly died at their hands. Others might not know, and they could deceive others, but they could not deceive themselves.

"Gentlemen, please step aside! Don't think you're so great just because you're senior. Old ginger may be spicier, but young chili peppers are spicier... Enough talk, it's time to show you what Cainis's kung fu is all about!" Xiao Chong finished his sarcastic remarks, struck a Bruce Lee pose, and shouted a few times before deftly pulling out his ever-present small surgical kit—yes, the very same small surgical kit his uncle Zhang Weijie had given him. The sophisticated surgical instruments inside, besides being suitable for genital regeneration surgery, were also perfectly suited for this delicate heart repair surgery.

Chapter Twenty-Six of the Finale: The Assassin -
Sorry, there was a power outage at home yesterday, so I had the update done by someone from the Western Hemisphere. That bastard must have eaten lard and got it all wrong! The ban is lifted, and I'm giving everyone back their 6kb!

"Gentlemen, please step aside! Don't think you're so great just because you're senior. Old ginger is spicier, but young chili peppers are spicier... Enough said, it's time to show you Cai Nisi's kung fu!" Xiao Chong finished his sarcastic remarks, struck a Bruce Lee pose, shouted a few times, and then deftly pulled out his ever-present small surgical box—yes, the one his uncle Zhang Weijie had given him. The delicate surgical instruments inside, besides being suitable for genital regeneration surgery, were also perfect for this delicate heart repair surgery.

After opening the surgical instruments, Xiao Chong immediately began the surgery that they considered difficult, but which he found child's play. Surgeons with eyesight sufficient to perform heart repair surgery without a microscope are rare, but Xiao Chong was one in a million. So he operated with practiced ease, and because he was Japanese, he was very relaxed during the surgery. His surgical instruments spun rapidly and deftly, like a dragon soaring through the sky.

Several authoritative doctors were dazzled and dumbfounded. They had never seen such abnormal eyesight or such rapid manipulation. What brought them almost to the brink of unconsciousness was that this young and arrogant doctor could whistle while performing the surgery at such a rapid pace. Although the whistle wasn't very common in Japan, they recognized it as: "...I am a little little bird, wanting to fly,

...

Upon exiting the operating room, members of the Japanese Imperial Family rushed forward to inquire about the surgery. In fact, they had witnessed everything on the monitor and had also caught a glimpse of joy in the eyes of the four authoritative doctors, who looked both horrified and unusually excited. They asked questions simply to put their minds at ease.

When the doctor informed them that Emperor Ninmyō had been pulled back from the brink of death, the Japanese Imperial Family erupted in cheers, naturally expressing their immense gratitude to the young Chinese doctor.

Xiao Chong maintained his usual low profile, offering only a curt response. He desperately wanted to leave, but his surgical instruments were being sterilized at high temperatures—a set of priceless equipment. So, although he disliked the scene, he had to endure it. He seemed distracted by the gratitude expressed, his gaze frequently lingering on Princess Tomoko.

Princess Tomoko wasn't as excited as her uncle, aunt, brother, sister-in-law, and younger brother… nor did she come forward to thank him. She simply looked at the man who had brought her both pain and joy with complex emotions. Her initial contempt had long since vanished, and her desire to kill him wavered slightly when she saw on the monitor that the renowned doctors were helpless as Xiao Chong stepped forward to operate on her brother.

When her gaze met his occasional glares, she felt flustered for the first time in front of a man, her eyes becoming unfocused and shifty, her heart suddenly pounding wildly. What was this feeling? It was complex, indescribable, and could also be described as a tangled mess.

Xiao Chong's surgical instruments finally arrived. He elegantly declined the Japanese Imperial Family's lavish hospitality and generous gifts, mainly because he felt guilty. Towards the end of the surgery, his mindset suddenly became extremely complex. When he realized the surgery was about to succeed, and the patient under his knife was the Japanese Emperor, his composure crumbled! Although this man wasn't the mastermind behind the invasion of China, his ancestors were. As he turned the pages of history, reading through the bloody and cruel scenes, his heart bled. He hated those cold-blooded villains! Now, he was saving a Japanese emperor! This caused him immense pain.

The tiny crack in his heart wall, barely detectable even by the most advanced instruments, yet capable of greatly impacting his heart in the future, became his final hesitation. His conscience and reason battled repeatedly, and finally, Xiao Chong decided to ignore it! Let him die a few decades shorter; after all, he had given his life to him.

Before leaving, Xiao Chong gave Princess Tomoko a meaningful look, tinged with mockery. A Japanese princess, pshaw, she still got to be sexually assaulted by me!

Princess Tomoko, being so intelligent, saw through his meaning immediately, gritting her teeth in hatred, yet utterly helpless!

When Xiao Chong returned to the house, still dilapidated on the outside but magnificent on the inside, it was already dark!

Upon entering, he saw a large, dark-skinned group of people sitting inside. Looking closer, he saw Lin Meimei, Shuangxi, Xiaozhi, Zhang Zhijie, Zhang Sanfeng, Shen Yue, Yang San, Hua Di… all the relatives, friends, and even those who shouldn't have come were there.

“Why are you all here?” Xiao Chong’s mouth dropped open in astonishment, big enough to fit two eggs.

“What? Didn’t you want me to come? Look at you, so successful! You’ve only been here a short time and you’ve already hooked up with another one!” Lin Meimei said sourly, giving Zhu Xiaoyan a disapproving look.

Both of them felt a little wronged. Zhu Xiaoyan really wanted to say, “I was forced into this.” Xiao Chong tried to argue that he had seduced not just one, but two! One? They underestimated him!

Knowing that arguing with her would be pointless, Xiao Chong simply ignored her and instead pressed Shuangxi, "Junior brother, didn't I tell you to go back? Didn't you go back?"

Shuangxi retorted confidently, "I went back! How could I disobey you? But you didn't say I couldn't come back, so I came again after I went back!"

Xiao Chong was speechless.

Zhang Sanfeng chimed in, "Boss C said you were injured here, and I heard from Shuangxi that your situation is dire, so I brought everyone here!"

"But it seems you're alright, living quite comfortably, huh? Old flames in the air, new girls at your beck and call!" Lin Meimei still had that sour plum drink look on her face.

Xiao Chong remained speechless, but at that moment, his brows furrowed, not because of their words, but because of the commotion outside. Zhang Sanfeng and Shen Yue also became alert, presumably because they had sensed it too. Xiao Chong was a little surprised. Did his cousin and younger cousin also know Qigong? Then he understood; it must have been taught in Shenyang!

Seeing their tense expressions, Lin Meimei sneered, "Just a few bugs, watch me pinch them!" With that, she floated away!

Everyone stared in disbelief as the woman's ghostly figure disappeared from the house, too astonished to speak. They'd seen many cars drift, but never a person drifting like this.

They knew this woman from the legendary Guanyin Pavilion was extraordinary, but they hadn't expected her to be this powerful.

A moment later, several screams echoed from afar. Lin Meimei appeared at the door, carrying a ninja dressed entirely in black. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed him into the center of the living room, saying disdainfully, "I thought Japanese ninjas were so powerful, but they only know some pathetic, cowardly skills. Completely useless. Sigh, this trip was basically a waste!"

Xiao Chong broke out in a cold sweat. Pathetic skills? He had narrowly escaped death twice from such rudimentary skills. Remembering the female assassin and her hidden weapons, his anger flared. He stepped forward and kicked the ninja twice, roaring, "Tell me, who sent you?!"

The ninja only whimpered, his words like those of a mute with their vocal cords stuck together. Everyone looked closely at his mouth and realized it was bulging, filled with something!

"Huh? What's he eating?" Shen Yue asked curiously, looking at the ninja.

What was he eating? Xiao Chong had been defeated by her; who would be in the mood for food at this moment? But could it be a bomb? The Japanese were known for their despicable methods. Just as she was worrying, Lin Meimei said, "What could he possibly eat? A stone. I stuffed it in. When I captured them, some committed seppuku, some swallowed poison, all rushing to commit suicide. Only this one who wanted to bite his tongue was stopped by me!"

"A death squad assassin?" Nami exclaimed in shock.

"What are assassins?" Xiao Chong asked, puzzled.

"Assassins are a specialized department for assassinations. The price for killing someone is extremely high. They're all ninjas, and once they receive a mission, they'll do anything to complete it! If the mission fails, they'll commit suicide! They'll never reveal the name of the person who hired them!" Nami said, still shaken. This assassination organization had almost never failed since its inception, but she hadn't expected Lin Meimei to subdue them before they even made a move. This was unprecedented. Just how high was this woman's martial arts skill? It was truly unfathomable.

Lin Meimei smiled after hearing Nami's words, a smile as radiant as a budding flower. But Xiao Chong's hair stood on end because of that smile; only he knew the meaning behind it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Lin Daiyu's Strike Has No Deadly Agents

"Never reveal the name of the person who hired the assassin? Hmm, I've never seen such a tough nut to crack. Fine, I'll see if your bones are made of iron. If they are, I'll melt them down!" Lin Daiyu said, quickly stepping forward and swiftly tapping the ninja's body a few times. Then, she stepped on his mouth and gave it a light kick. The stone, almost the size of a goose egg, flew out of his mouth, filled with saliva, blood, and teeth. It seemed Lin Daiyu had put in some effort.

Everyone had expected a beautiful woman playing a sadomasochistic game, but they were all disappointed by the few blows. Could a few blows really make him confess? They underestimated the Japanese ninjas. They were famous for their endurance; even severe torture and beatings might not make them confess. A few blows were nothing!

No one among them disagreed with this opinion. If there were any, it would be the young man far away in China and the now-ash-red Nine Wolves, for they had both experienced this torture more unbearable than death. Xiao Chong's father felt it most acutely, for he and Xiao Chong were alike—stubborn as oxen! That experience left an indelible shadow on him, so now, whenever he sees his daughter-in-law, his pupils instinctively contract, and his pores stand on end!

To others, it might seem like just a few fingers, but Xiao Chong's father knew it was a pressure point technique far more terrifying than dislocating tendons and bones, enough to make one experience the exquisite beauty of being unable to live or die.

At first, the man could endure it, but slowly he began to howl, rolling and struggling on the ground, his face contorted in agony. The feeling of thousands upon thousands of insects drilling into his flesh was countless times more unbearable than broken tendons and eroded bones. Soon, he felt as if his entire body was riddled with holes, and he no longer had the strength to even howl.

The scene was somewhat brutal. The ninja was left only with the strength to struggle, twitch, and throb on the ground. Lin Meimei then tapped him a few times, and the ninja felt a release and let out a wailing cry. Lin Meimei frowned and asked Nami, "What did he say?"

"He said he'd tell us everything, and he'd tell us whatever we wanted to know!" Nami translated.

Damn! Everyone wanted to give the ninja the middle finger. How could someone like that be a ninja? It was an insult to the word! It seemed the Japanese had serious character issues!

"Sigh, so spineless!" Lin Meimei was even more disappointed, looking like she hadn't had enough. The ninja saw this and felt a chill run down his spine!

The ninja clearly didn't understand Chinese and looked at Nami with pleading eyes.

Xiao Chong crouched down, coldly staring at the ninja, and said in broken Japanese, "Tell me, who sent you! This lady said if you don't behave, she'll play this game until dawn tonight!" Upon

hearing this, the ninja, who had only recently joined the assassination organization, burst into tears. "Boss, how long has it been?" he sobbed. "Yamada Kurosaku sent us! Please... kill me! Stop torturing me!"

"Yamada Kurosaku? Who's that?" Xiao Chong asked, puzzled.

"He's a ninja from the Yamada group, my father's subordinate. He's the one who killed my father!" Nami said through gritted teeth.

*Oh, that's none of my business. I'm not interested in this kind of gang warfare. They're here to kill you!* Xiao Chong wouldn't be foolish enough to say these things. He thought this way because he could tell from Nami's reaction today that although she was grieving, she was able to face the fact that her father had been killed very calmly, presumably preparing for a counterattack! Thinking of this, he kicked the ninja again, then asked sharply, "What are you doing here, Yamada Kuro's faction?"

"He ordered us to kill Miss Nami..."

Sure enough, he guessed correctly, and Xiao Chong couldn't help but admire himself! But the ninja's next words enraged him.

"...He also ordered us to force you to sign this contract, and then kill you!" The ninja said, trembling as he pulled a contract from his pocket. Xiao Chong immediately recognized it as the share transfer agreement that the hidden weapon had wanted him to sign.

"Fine, you son of a bitch, you really think I'm a pushover if I don't show my power!" Xiao Chong roared furiously. He'd been bullied for too long; it was time to retaliate! The feeling of being arrogant was too damn unbearable!

"Then what about this person?" Lin Meimei asked, pointing at the ninja.

Seeing Lin Daiyu point at him again, the ninja assumed she was about to torture him again. The fear of that agony, worse than death, made him decide to punch himself in the temple with all his might. It hurt, but only once, and he was completely relieved. This was much easier than the torture itself.

"What else can we do? He's done for!" Xiao Chong felt no sympathy for this deserved killer; on the contrary, he felt that such a person's death here would taint his place.

Yamada Anzai finally took the position of head of the Yamada Group. The ninjas who didn't support him, the members who opposed him, had all been killed. The remaining Yamada Group ninjas had all submitted to his tyranny! And the daughter of the former head, Shinoda Nami, would also die a horrible death. Although he regretted not being able to personally humiliate her before her death, he had to endure it to ensure things went smoothly and to secure his position as head of the group. In his view, an assassination organization that had never failed would never be unable to deal with a defenseless, weak woman; her death was a foregone conclusion, a sure thing.

With money, power, and the throne of the head of the family, he could finally do whatever he wanted without restraint. Now, his house was filled with a dozen or so women, a dozen or so trembling women with faces full of fear. These women were all his wives, mistresses, lovers, sisters, sisters-in-law, daughters… all the women in his family were here!

Before this, Yamada Kurosawa had lost his temper once because his incompetent subordinates, whom he had sent to capture these women, had actually brought back the mothers-in-law of the ninja clan members, leaving him both amused and exasperated. Were they supposed to be bringing these old women back to live out their retirement? To reward his subordinates for their competence, Yamada Kurosawa ordered them to rape these five old women three times in a row, or else each of them would lose a hand. Having just ascended to the throne,

it had a bit of a "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" feel to it. The confused subordinates, looking at the wrinkled, white-haired old women and thinking about raping them, felt a wave of nausea wash over them, but it was better than having a hand chopped off! However, after this incident, no one ever saw them touch a single woman again.

While his subordinates were committing those heinous acts, Yamada Kurosawa himself, with a few trusted confidants, staged a perverted and shameful act of rape in a large room.

After Yamada Kurosawa and several of his men took turns raping the female relatives of the ninja clan members, they began playing a game called "Firefly."

They inserted a lit cigarette into the anus of a ninja clan member's young daughter, then turned off the lights and made her crawl on the ground. He and several of his men, each holding a long whip, stood in a corner and whipped the girl until she crawled all over the house. The red cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, like fireflies. This game wasn't invented by Yamada Kurosawa; it originated from their long-standing AV country. It seems that what kind of person does what kind of thing is predetermined—this game is his favorite! He is a person with an extremely twisted and abnormal mentality.

After the game ended, the lights in the room came back on. Yamada Kurosawa ordered a young female ninja to come and perform oral sex on him, while his men continued to rape the women…

Time slowly approached midnight, and the rape continued. The moon was too ashamed to look at these shameless people; only one or two stars occasionally couldn't resist peeking out out of curiosity…

Yamada Kurosawa felt something was wrong, because the assassins he had hired still hadn't replied to his messages. What was going on? Could that woman have escaped from this shadowy organization that had never failed? Possibly, absolutely impossible!

He was somewhat uneasy, yet he continued to indulge in debauchery, eating after waking up, playing after eating, and sleeping when he was tired, until dinner the next day. He was eating stir-fried fish gizzards, braised fish belly, and ginseng fish head soup in the main hall… Suddenly, deafening explosions erupted from the large canteen in the distance and several adjacent office and dormitory buildings.

Yamada Kurosawa panicked immediately. More than half of his men were eating in the canteen at that moment. He rushed out to check, only to find that the canteen and surrounding buildings were already engulfed in flames…

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Show Begins Again

After the ninja committed suicide, Xiao Chong decided to launch a full-scale attack on the Yamada Group headquarters to wipe out this cancer in one fell swoop. However, the Yamada headquarters was heavily guarded and easily defended, making it a treacherous place that was difficult to attack. Firstly, they lacked weapons; secondly, they didn't have enough manpower; and finally, they lacked tactics. Simply charging in with just a few people would be suicidal.

At this moment, Nami knocked on the dining table, signaling everyone to come over. Everyone gathered around and saw a map laid out on the table, with the words "Yamada Group Headquarters" written in large characters at the top!

Xiao Chong looked at Nami suspiciously, seeing her sly smile, and he began to understand. Nami had definitely been prepared all along.

"I have the manpower, I have the weapons, and we can discuss and decide on tactics together. The question is, are you interested in participating in this great adventure game?" Nami said with a smile.

Treating the battlefield like a game, remaining calm and composed even before the hail of bullets—truly a woman who doesn't yield to men!

"Yes, yes, I haven't fought in ages. Back in my day..." Zhang Zhijie immediately expressed his keen interest and began reminiscing!

"Step aside, Xiao Jie! It's not your turn to reminisce now! Senior brother, you speak!" Shuangxi grabbed Zhang Zhijie by the back of his collar and pulled him behind the table, gesturing for Xiao Chong to speak on behalf of everyone.

Xiao Pang and Wula looked at Zhang Zhijie with a touch of pity; he couldn't distinguish between the main and the secondary—no wonder he couldn't get a chance to speak.

"Actually... I haven't fired a gun in ages either! Let's go get the hell out of here, whether it's to bring glory to our country, to vent our anger, or to avenge Nami's father's death! What do you all say?" Xiao Chong wanted to say that since they were killing Japanese devils anyway, he was afraid of hurting Nami's pride, so he kept quiet! But the meaning behind his words was clear.

"Alright, let's fucking get them!" the men roared manly, even the usually silent Zhang Sanfeng was excited!

"Then let's study the map!" Xiao Chong said, just like when he led Shuangxi and the others to the Hero Assault Cup, fully displaying his leadership qualities. The

men gathered around the map, pointing and discussing, while Nami, the main character, was left out, somewhat amused and exasperated, and could only sneak away to make a phone call! Informing her father's secretly trained reserve force to prepare and arrange weapons and other matters.

"Senior brother, do you think we should ambush them? Or attack them? If it's an ambush, I think just a few of us are enough to make them pay! But if we attack, we need to discuss a plan. We've already studied the map, you give us an idea!" Shuangxi knew Xiao Chong always had a lot of bad ideas, although he wasn't bad himself, but this time he didn't dare to act as the boss.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Chong skillfully passed the buck back. How many men did they have? How many men did the enemy have? What kind of weapons did they have? " It's too early to draw conclusions like this.

My idea is... let's ask Nami first!" Xiao Chong was cunning, and Shuangxi wasn't stupid either; they wanted to find out the truth first.

Nami, having finished her call, quickly stepped forward to explain: "The Yamada Group's headquarters is on Haruyoshi Island in Kobe City. From the outside, it looks like an estate, nestled against the mountains and facing the sea. There's a road leading to the island, and it's monitored. The island's population is small, and the wealth gap is significant; it's either fishermen's flat-roofed houses or villas for the rich. The estate is the largest building on the island. The headquarters has eleven divisions, but most of the ninjas are scattered across different cities, managing their own territories. They only gather together for regular meetings, when something happens, or when the 'wakagashira' (chief clerk) summons them. It's like the imperial palace in ancient China.

Currently, the Yamada Group headquarters probably has around eight hundred people! They possess pistols, machine guns, submachine guns, sniper rifles, and grenades, but no advanced weapons like rocket launchers!

Also, I have two pieces of news to share, one good and one bad!

The bad news is that the backup force my father secretly trained was somehow discovered by Yamada Kurozumi, and none of them survived!

The good news is that I've found an arms smuggling supplier; as long as we can afford it, they can provide us with even the newest weapons!"

"Just a few of us?" Shuangxi and the others exclaimed in unison. A dozen or so people taking down eight hundred, in a place that's easy to defend and difficult to attack—this joke is a bit too much!

Xiao Chong said, "Tch, what's so great about that? We only had seven people back then! Besides, we still have the Centennial Elder..." As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Meimei, and seeing her sharp gaze, he immediately changed his tune. "...Lin Meimei, as beautiful as a flower, delicate and charming, invincible like a dragon, as long as the tactics are good, that's enough!"

"Brother-in-law, no, boss, I'm calling you boss now, okay! Each of us has to take down nearly a hundred people on average? You're not kidding me, are you!" Wu Yueyang said with a bitter face.

Xiao Chong rolled his eyes at him, "We're not going to fight them head-on, who cares how many Japanese devils are guarding us."

"Then what's your plan, senior brother?" Shuangxi asked, following his lead.

"We need to think about this carefully!" Xiao Chong said, also feeling troubled. After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the map and said, "Although the manor covers a large area, the buildings are very concentrated. If we could blow it up, that would be great!"

"But how do we get the explosives in? The manor covers nearly ten acres, and although the buildings are concentrated, how much explosives would we need to blow it all up?" Nami said.

"We could use a chain bombing, which should take it all down at once. Come on, tell me about their living habits, their daily activities, and so on!" Xiao Chong said.

"Okay..." Nami then told him everything she knew about the Yamada Group's internal affairs.

Xiao Chong nodded thoughtfully after listening and shared his idea. Everyone nodded in agreement, and they immediately set to work.

The next day, several fishermen appeared in the poorly managed market on Chunji Island. It seemed unlikely that several people would sell only three fish! How many people would need to sell three fish? Yes, there was no mistake, because these three fish were all over 100 pounds of sea fish.

It seems there are quite a few big fish in the Japanese waters. Just yesterday, a fishing fleet caught five large fish weighing over 100 pounds each, and now three more have appeared? Could it be that all the large fish have migrated from the Pacific Ocean to the Sea of Japan? Perhaps they're drawn to the auspicious feng shui here?

Many people came to see the fish, and many asked questions, but no one actually wanted to buy them. The chubby fisherman spit out several bowls of saliva, but no one was willing to pay for the fish.

Actually, this isn't surprising. Each fish weighs over 100 pounds; how many people would it take to finish one? Unless they buy it to make salted fish, but there are many fishermen on Chunji Island, and they have no shortage of fish, although fish this big are still very rare, only catching one or two every few years.

The chubby fisherman leaned against the agricultural water tanker truck, sighing and looking distressed, probably lamenting that no one had the discerning eye to recognize the fish's value. A few well-meaning onlookers suggested he go further afield, to the large farmers' market in downtown Kobe, where someone might have the appetite to eat the fish.

The fat man, however, pointed to the three large, almost dead fish and said, "You can't just sell them anywhere in Kobe's big markets. Besides, look at them, can they even make it to Kobe? If they die there, who'll buy them? Even if someone does, they won't fetch a good price!" He then sighed self-pityingly, saying, "Why did I catch such big fish? It's such a waste of time and effort, and in the end, I'll probably just be throwing money away."

The fat man sounded pitiful, and everyone offered him advice. Some suggested he sell them near the villa area, where there are many wealthy people; maybe someone will be blind enough to buy his fish! Others suggested he kill the fish, cut them into pieces, and have everyone help him buy some. Others suggested that you shouldn't buy live fish at all; just take them home, make them into salted fish, and dry them. They might even fetch a higher price than live fish...

Many opinions were offered, but none were practical. Finally, a kind-hearted woman suggested that her sister-in-law work as a cook for a wealthy family with dozens of members. She suggested calling the woman to see if she could get one of the fish. Everyone cheered and urged the woman to make the call – truly a case of the eunuchs being more anxious than the emperor!

Soon, the cook from the wealthy family arrived. She and the fat woman were a perfect match, a match made in heaven! When she saw the three large fish, her eyes lit up. Wanting to negotiate a good price and pocket a commission, she casually asked, "How much do you want for these fish?"

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