[Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 3

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Volume 1, Chapter 12: Chaos (
Part 1) Updated: 9-22 4:50:47 Word Count: 3377

After being beaten for a long time, I felt something was wrong. Was the lack of any interrogation just for revenge? This fat police chief wouldn't be so stupid as to arrest me in front of the media and then beat me to death. But thinking about it that way didn't make sense…
Even with internal energy protecting me, I couldn't withstand their beating. It seemed I had no choice but to pretend to be unconscious. Just then, a policeman burst through the door, frantically shouting to the fat police chief, “Reporting, Chief, there's serious chaos in this district! Someone is deliberately fighting and setting fires, and has robbed several shops. More than forty emergency phone lines have been overwhelmed!”
“Who has the audacity to run wild in my territory! Have the police been dispatched?” the fat police chief roared furiously.
"We've sent out all the officers we can, but it's far from enough! Should we call headquarters for help?"
The fat chief kicked over the chair beside him and pointed at the reporting officer, yelling, "You report even petty thugs causing trouble to headquarters? Aren't you deliberately embarrassing our branch? Did you ask the Green Leaf Gang? After all, they know best about things in the underworld. Who did it?" "
I asked, but the Green Leaf Gang said they don't know!" The officer looked anxious, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction with the fat chief's scolding.
"Oh?" The fat chief became serious, glancing at me, who was being beaten. Just as he was about to say something, another officer burst in, clutching half his head, his right cheek covered in blood. "What happened? What's going on?" the fat chief asked in surprise.
"Chief, someone... someone attacked the police station, there are over a thousand people, all armed!" The officer stammered, finally managing to explain the situation.
"What?" The fat chief looked incredulous, pacing anxiously around the doorway. Then he glared at me and pointed to the stun guns at the officers who had stopped. Someone understood, grabbed a stun gun, and jabbed it at me.
I was powerless to dodge; a sharp numbness instantly spread throughout my body, burning and aching. The terrifying thing was that my consciousness was surprisingly clear; the numbness and pain reached my nerve endings, yet not a drop of sweat appeared on my face, despite my contorted expression. My eyes were already closed, and several more stun guns struck simultaneously. I finally passed out, but my mind remained sharp enough to remember things I had deliberately tried to forget.
"Chief, he's unconscious. Where should we put him?"
"The dungeon."
"But what if the military comes to demand him?"
The fat chief revealed a sinister smile: "It's precisely because the military might come to demand him and his vehicle that I'm putting him in the secret dungeon."
The officers exchanged glances, not understanding the chief's meaning, but obediently followed his instructions and sent me to the secret dungeon.
The South Branch of the Paradise City Police Department was relatively open, isolated in the bustling city. According to the fat chief, this was for the convenience of the police. However, this situation conveniently provided an opportunity for a group of thugs to besiege the police station.
Over a thousand disheveled thugs, dressed in bizarre outfits and wielding baseball bats, machetes, and other weapons, surrounded the station, shouting insults. The insults were one thing, but the real problem was their constant throwing of glass bottles; some were just glass bottles, others contained gasoline; some contained only gasoline, yet they also threw in cigarette butts…
In short, over a hundred riot police officers, disheveled and battered by the smoke and gas, were struggling to stay upright, their eyes watering. Only after changing into full gas suits did they finally regain their composure, their initial bravado completely gone.
When they got tired of throwing things, they would repeatedly shout, “Release them! Release them…” Their shouts were surprisingly synchronized, without any disorder.
Chief Zhang stepped out of the interrogation room, greeted by a scene of black smoke and a colorful crowd. The acrid smell of smoke in the air made him want to vomit, but nothing came out. He sensed something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint what the problem was. Sweat poured down his face, and his trusted confidants beside him also noticed the unease. They hurriedly said, "Chief, the underworld in the south of the city is entirely controlled by the Green Leaf Gang. These people are probably Seventh Master's men from the Northwest. We have no dealings with Seventh Master, but we also have no grudges against him. There's no need for our men to go through all this trouble! Why don't we ask Director Tang from headquarters to intervene? He has extensive connections with Seventh Master..."
"Shut up! I have my own methods. I don't need their interference!" The fat chief wiped the greasy sweat from his brow, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
After a long while, just as the fat bureau chief was getting impatient, a lazy, aged voice finally came through the phone, utterly bureaucratic: "Little Zhang, you handled this well. I deeply mourn your son's death. However, our family will not mistreat you. Once those soldiers start causing trouble, this matter will be half successful, and you can expect a promotion!"
"Yes, yes, thank you, Secretary-General! But now there's a bit of trouble..."
"Oh, haha, let them cause trouble, the bigger the better. Don't worry, I'll call them later and have them do everything they can to help you."
"Yes, yes, goodbye, Secretary-General!" The fat bureau chief hung up the phone, his expression much calmer, even a little pleased. He stared at the noisy thugs, humming a smug tune. The fat man thought to himself, "Hmph, damn it, what mourning? I don't mourn, so what are you mourning for! Who knows whose child that bastard was? He's so delicate and fair-skinned, he doesn't look like me at all! Luckily, I took care of that bitch early, otherwise it would have been a real problem!"
Just then, his phone rang again.
"Chief, as you instructed, the body has been cremated. What should we do with the urn?"
The fat man seemed relieved, casually replying, "Bring it back. No, the branch office is surrounded; we can't come back now. We'll leave it at the cemetery for now, and bury it when I have time!"
Among the thugs, some sharp-eyed individuals spotted the fat chief and hurled gasoline bottles at him. Protected by several trusted men behind him, the fat man was also struck by shards of glass, the pain making him want to draw his gun. However, he knew that while arresting people indiscriminately was acceptable, firing a gun indiscriminately would be disastrous.
At this moment, the group of thugs suddenly quieted down, automatically making way for someone to walk through. Zhang Xiao, smoking a cigarette and followed by several henchmen, swaggered to the police station entrance, laughing and waving at the fat chief.
The fat chief knew that the real boss had arrived. He had expected the people from the Paradise Military Region to cause trouble first, but it turned out to be this group of thugs, and the one who appeared was Zhang Xiao, the boss of the East District.
The fat chief was already furious, but seeing that it was one of the weaker forces in the city, he suddenly became interested. He grabbed the megaphone and shouted, "Zhang Xiao, what are you doing? Gathering a crowd to cause trouble is a crime! Before things get out of hand, quickly call your men back, or you'll face the consequences!"
"Haha, not out of hand? Not out of hand my ass! I'm here to take him away. Release him, and we'll leave immediately!"
"Damn it, you bastard, don't be so arrogant! Have some self-awareness. When the other branch officers return, your thousand-plus men won't be enough!"
"What's self-awareness? Hahaha, did you bring any?" Zhang Xiao also grabbed the megaphone, his laughter deafening. His men laughed along, replying in unison, "No!"
Zhang Xiao laughed again, "You fatso, you can't just arrest anyone. Don't you find it strange that no one from the other branches has come?"
The fat chief knew who he was talking about; today they were arresting a blue-haired youth. The fat man assumed the blue-haired youth was from the military region, and that his actions were intended to provoke their anger. Having someone back him up made him feel less intimidated. Just as
the fat man was about to retort, a commotion erupted outside, and a group of men in black suits surrounded the area – members of the Green Leaf Gang. The people from the East District discreetly dispersed, allowing the Green Leaf Gang to approach the branch office's iron gate.
"Ye Zhicheng? What are you doing here?" Zhang Xiao asked.
"I'm not here to help you!" Ye Zhicheng sneered. "This is Green Leaf Gang territory. Go back to where you came from!"
"Arrogant! Even your father wouldn't dare say that. Paradise City isn't your Ye family's territory yet. It's a bit premature to say that now." Zhang Xiao didn't back down at all, waving his hand, and more than a thousand thugs surrounded the four hundred-plus of them in the center.
"Hmph, this bunch of trash thinks they can trap us?" Ye Zhicheng curled his lip, "Let this trash see what the Green Leaf Gang's strength is!"
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat~~" A burst of machine gun fire rang in their ears, and the group that was about to start a fight suddenly stopped, motionless. The cowardly ones had already thrown away their weapons, covered their ears, and squatted on the ground.
Four fighter jets descended from the sky, circling above the police station. The surrounding roads were already under lockdown, and more than forty military vehicles filled with fully armed special forces soldiers sped over, instantly surrounding the police station and the more than a thousand thugs who were about to start a fight.
Zhang Xiao had never seen anything like this before and was dumbfounded. "Isn't it supposed to be a military-political conflict? How could that fatso have mobilized the army to deal with us? We're here to help the blue-haired kid!"
His henchman muttered, "Boss, Seventh Master won't let us take such a risk. These special forces soldiers definitely weren't hired by Zhang the fatso."
The fighter jets were still circling overhead, and a voice came from the loudspeakers on the planes: "Listen up, people in the police station! Put down your weapons, open the doors and surrender! If there is any resistance, you will be treated as an anti-terrorism officer!"
The fat police chief was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the military to be so ruthless. In the past, any friction was just minor skirmishes, a fight with bare hands, and then a special commissioner from the capital would mediate. Now, they were actually deploying thousands of special forces soldiers and fighter jets, talking about an anti-terrorism level battle. What is an anti-terrorism level battle? It's a real battle with live ammunition, using all the most advanced and violent weapons to achieve a specific objective.
One of the fighter jets flew to the street behind the special forces and landed. A middle-aged officer stepped out, followed by Linlin and Ni Xiu, whose heads were wrapped in bandages. Four guards followed closely behind.
The fighter jets in the sky repeated their announcement: "Listen up, people in the police station! Put down your weapons, open the doors and surrender! Any resistance will be treated as counter-terrorism!"
The police officers holding riot shields were almost exhausted, their legs trembling as they slowly retreated. "Chief Zhang, what do you think we should do?"
The fat chief wiped the oily sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat tricked. He muttered to himself, "What exactly happened up there? Who did I offend? How could there be such a commotion?"

Volume 1, Chapter 13 Chaos (Part 2)
Wan Juan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:48 Words in this chapter: 2359

Author: Wang Shao
After I fainted, my mind was unusually clear. The sealed past events were beyond my control, flashing rapidly through my mind.
Wildflowers were in full bloom, and bees and butterflies were dancing.
After practicing the Illusionary Sword Technique, my senior sister and senior brothers played in the fragrant valley. My senior sister's clothes were very beautiful, perhaps because they were girls' clothes, the senior brothers wore different ones. I loved seeing my senior sister smile, though she rarely smiled at me. I couldn't play with them because I had to tend the fire in the kitchen, which was a fragrant place, I suppose.
My master's wife often said that she found me as a baby at the foot of the mountain and raised me. I was always very grateful when I heard that, but after hearing it so many times, the gratitude faded. My master's wife also said that I was like half a son to her. At first, I believed it, but as time went on, I became suspicious. If that's the case, why couldn't I practice martial arts and play like my senior sisters and brothers? Why couldn't I wear new clothes and use a good sword like them? Why couldn't I be like them… My master impatiently interrupted, "What nonsense are you spouting? Go to the kitchen and get to work!"
Once, when my senior sister was practicing her sword, she accidentally killed my master's wife's cat, and she made me take the blame. I initially disagreed, but after my senior sister pleaded with me softly and shed a couple of tears, I softened and agreed. The other senior brothers said that even if you disagreed, they would make you agree. My master's wife was furious when she heard this. She beat me with fifteen bamboo sticks and punished me by making me face the wall in the back mountain for half a month. From then on, I hated cats, hated using swords, and disliked my master's wife; I only still liked my senior sister and still liked to secretly watch her smile.
After ten days of facing the wall, the wound on my buttocks was completely healed, but I was very hungry. They only gave me three steamed buns a day. That night, the little mute girl I hadn't seen in a long time came. She brought me fragrant and hot food.
The little mute girl was a disciple of the Ice Palace named Xia Yu. She was very beautiful and liked to wear all white clothes, as white as snow. Her hair was also white. She said that her master's hair was also snow-white, and all those who practiced the Ice Palace's internal energy were like that.
I heard from my master that the Ice Palace was a mysterious sect with ridiculously high martial arts skills. Each generation only produced one disciple, all of whom were masters of mystical arts. Therefore, everyone in the Illusion Sword Sect was very respectful to the little mute girl, although it was out of respect for her master.
As far as I can remember, the little mute girl had only come three times. Each time, I left her here alone because her master had something to do and was afraid that no one would take care of her. She only liked being with me, and she didn't even get angry when I called her "Little Mute." Although she couldn't speak, she could communicate with me using her mental powers. Using mental powers was exhausting, so talking for a while was very tiring. Later I learned that Little Mute had only communicated with me and her master using mental powers.
I wolfed down the food Little Mute brought me and was about to thank her when she suddenly hugged me and burst into tears. She cried for a long time before telling me why. She said her brother had made a mistake and was locked in a secret room by their parents, but the mechanism in the room was broken. She took out a cute pink cell phone and said her brother hadn't called her in a long time…
I comforted her, saying, "Your master's martial arts and mystical arts are extremely high; she'll definitely be able to rescue your brother!"
She nodded, somewhat doubtful, but still hugged me tightly.
Before, whenever she came, we slept together. Tonight was different; I felt her fragrance was too strong, making me feel hot and bothered. She said she smelled of snow lotus, the lightest fragrance imaginable, and that one had to inhale its scent to cultivate the Ice Palace's internal energy. She added, "Don't you like it?"
I laughed, "I love it! The first time we slept together, I smelled your whole body!"
Her face flushed slightly. "Before we came here, my master said we'd both grown up and couldn't sleep together anymore."
I was very disappointed and asked, "Where have you grown up?"
Her clear, jade-like face showed a hint of anger as she glanced at her slightly protruding chest. A look of confusion crossed my eyes; it had only been two years, yet her chest seemed to resemble my senior sister's more and more.
Besides being adept at undressing myself, I was most skilled at undressing her. She was startled and resisted slightly, but softened when she met my curious and anxious gaze. She said, "I'll show you one last time, or my master will scold me!"
"One last time, please. I just want to see what's inside."
Her skin was cool and smooth, as white as snow, as soft as water. She shyly closed her eyes, letting me turn her into a naked lamb. Her breasts indeed appeared as two snow-white mounds, about the size of a fist. Two pale pink nipples shimmered alluringly.
A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen; something hardened, pressing uncomfortably against my clothes. Later, I don't know what happened, but I just kept kissing her, from her small breasts to her cold lips, then from her pink neck, sucking on her soft nipples. Her cold body grew hotter and softer until we were both naked, entwined. A thick, white liquid sprayed onto her smooth abdomen, and we stopped. She blushed and
nestled into my arms, avoiding my gaze. I was also bewildered, unsure what to say. We fell asleep in each other's arms, into a deep sleep.
That night marked the beginning of my physical maturation, though I didn't become a man. I was thirteen that year, and Xia Yu was twelve.
The next day, I was still being punished in the cave. Her master returned and took the little mute away. My fellow disciples told me that the little mute cried very sadly; I guessed that something might have happened to her brother. Later, when I understood matters between men and women, I felt extremely sorry for the little mute. I never saw her again until I was expelled from the sect. When I think of her, I always feel guilty because I often told her that I liked my senior sister.
I often feel that the change in my personality stemmed from the blue pool in the Misty Mountains. I always feel that while I was unconscious, a blue spirit entered my body, and after waking up, I am often confused about who is controlling my body. During that time, I was very crazy and did many evil things in just four short years.
Later, I seemed to have become my old self again, living in seclusion in a dilapidated slum, obediently being a decadent youth, playing online games and carving gems to pass the time. I really wanted to forget the bad things I had done before, but... it was difficult.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion interrupted my thoughts. The deafening explosion shook the dungeon of the South City Police Station for quite some time.
Outside the station, General Qiu Guangmo chuckled coldly, "If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll think we're here for a drill!"
Ni Xiu and Linlin were speechless with shock, staring at the blasted-away heavy steel gate and the innocent three or four zhang of wall. After a long pause, they finally said, "Dad, do we need so much liquid explosive to blow up a gate? We could blow up a whole building with that!"
Before Qiu Guangmo could answer, the police officers in the smoke and dust threw away their protective shields and surrendered en masse. The fat police chief knelt on the ground, his face ashen.
"Linlin, did you see that? This is called subduing the enemy without a fight! Let's go, let's break him out of prison!" Qiu Guangmo laughed heartily.
Ni Xiu rubbed his eyes and whispered to Linlin, "Can a prison break be this brazen?"

Volume 1, Chapter 14: Chaos (Part 3)
Wan Juan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:48 Word Count: 3396

Author:
Wang Shaoqing Ye Bang.
Gang leader Ye Yongshun felt extremely unlucky these past few days. The brocade box that had just arrived from the family was stolen. The contents inside were exactly what he needed for his current training, and it had been stolen right in his headquarters. No, it was robbed. The disciples guarding the secret chamber were all afflicted by the Heavenly Demon Chant, the Heavenly Demon Chant of the Taiyin Sect. He invited two former friends from the Xuanwu Alliance, hoping they could retrieve the brocade box, but they couldn't be allowed to see what was inside. Ye Yongshun's head throbbed at the thought of this. That brocade box contained something he had painstakingly cultivated for over forty years to finally see, and it was related to a major family secret.
He thought the task assigned by the family's upper echelons would be completed smoothly, but unexpected complications arose, leading to a small-scale riot. Just now, another call came from above, ordering the Qingye Gang to support Director Zhang. Feeling terrible, and really not wanting to see the fat director, Ye Yongshun had no choice but to send his son, Ye Zhicheng, instead.
"Boss, Mr. Yao and Mr. Fan from the Xuanwu Alliance are back."
"Oh? Quickly, invite them in!" Ye Yongshun nervously rubbed his hands, hoping they would bring good news. Only his son, Ye Zhicheng, and a few trusted confidants knew about the lost brocade box, and even those confidants had forgotten about it. Only death can erase all memories.
"Brother Yao, Brother Fan, did you find it?" Seeing their empty hands, Ye Yongshun knew there was no hope, and his face betrayed his disappointment and helplessness.
"Uh, we only found a Taiyin Sect demoness in Tiantang City. To be honest, we chased her for two days, and she escaped."
"Brother Ye, what exactly is missing that makes you so anxious?" Yao Dong, with his impatient nature, couldn't help but ask.
"Hehe, it's nothing, just an account book. You know, our family inevitably has some shady dealings, some signatures, some contracts! If these things fall into the wrong hands, it will be very detrimental to our family, and they could even be used as evidence! So, we must get that thing back."
Yao Dong and Fan Pingsong exchanged glances, clearly not believing his explanation. "We heard the Ye family is a family of cultivators specializing in mystical arts, and we brothers thought the lost item was a cultivation manual. If it really is a cultivation manual, we absolutely cannot let the demoness of the Taiyin Sect get it, otherwise our entire Xuanwu world will be in trouble. Since Brother Ye said it's an account book, it's not convenient for us to ask other brothers in the alliance for help, so we can only investigate slowly."
Ye Yongshun's face twitched involuntarily when he heard "cultivation manual," and he quickly laughed, "Hehe, now only the Ice Palace and a few ancient sects have the inheritance of mystical arts. Although our Ye family has a history of several hundred years, we only know some ordinary martial arts, so where would we get the idea of cultivation?"
"We brothers just heard nonsense from others, hehe, Brother Ye, don't mind it. It's a bit chaotic outside now, we'll investigate the whereabouts of the brocade box when things calm down!"
"Thank you both!"
"Chief, it's bad! The brothers outside have all been poisoned!"
Ye Yongshun was shocked. Before he could find out what kind of poison it was, he heard gunshots and explosions outside.
"Enemy attack!"
The Qingye Gang still had more than two hundred men left at headquarters, plus servants and servants, totaling no more than four hundred. The enemy who launched the sneak attack numbered over two hundred, mostly firing submachine guns indiscriminately, along with grenades, and occasionally the infrared beams of heavy sniper rifles.
Ye Yongshun was stunned when he saw this; even with his profound internal energy, he couldn't deal with so many skilled gunners. Yao Dong and Fan Pingsong beside him activated their protective internal energy and shouted, "Brother Ye, the enemy's firepower is too intense, let's run!"
Yao Dong suddenly turned to the side, his hands flying, and with a series of "crackling" sounds, he knocked down more than a dozen hot bullets from the floor. "Get out of the way!" Fan Pingsong casually conjured an energy wall, transparent like a mirror, yet with flowing ripples. "Brother Ye, let's get out of here and avoid trouble!"
"You two are both Xuan-level experts? Congratulations!" Ye Yongshun's eyes gleamed with fervor as he watched the two use Xuan techniques. "Uh, there's a secret passage inside. Luckily, no family members are here, or we'd be in trouble."
The three talked as they fled, and Yao Dong cursed, "I didn't expect anyone would dare to mess with your Ye family. You don't seem surprised at all. Did you already know who the enemy was?"
"Sigh, the Ye family can't stand firm in Paradise. After a few years of operation, we were just starting to make a name for ourselves when we were ambushed. We really can't explain this to the family!"
At the South City Branch, Fatty looked at the empty dungeon, feeling like he wanted to die. He could only be described as wanting to cry but having no tears.
"You fatso, where is he?"
"We clearly locked him in the dungeon. There are only four iron cages here. There's no way he could escape! Xiao Luo, Xiao Song, come here. Where did you take him?" When Fatty saw the general from the Paradise Military Region, he had lost all his arrogance and even called out to his subordinates weakly.
"It's...it's right here! That's strange, we clearly put him in this cage!"
"Damn it, what kind of lousy cops are you? Why did you put him in the dungeon? What crime did he commit?" Linlin panicked upon hearing this, grabbing the injured fat man with her uninjured right hand and shaking him violently.
Ni Xiu crawled into the damp, dark iron cage, picked up a strand of blue hair, and cried out, "He really was here! This is his hair. Fatty...Director Zhang, release my friend immediately!" Ni Xiu almost called him Fatty too, but thinking about his future life in the south of the city, he decided not to make any absolute statements. Unlike Linlin, he didn't have a general father to rely on.
“General Qiu, I really don’t know. Maybe he’s escaped! Heh, on the contrary, you’ve mobilized a large number of special forces, which might be difficult to explain. Paradise City is a tourist city, with countless tourists from all over the world. What you’ve done will cause trouble for Coral Country. If the higher-ups investigate, you…”
“Damn it, how dare you threaten our general!” One of Qiu Guangmo’s guards stepped forward and slapped the fat man twice. “I’ve always disliked you police, and today I finally get my revenge!”
General Qiu waved his hand to stop his violent actions: "Little Zhou, don't do anything, and don't tell this pig the truth! Mayor Xiao, Director Tang, and Director Hu all treat me with utmost respect, unlike this stupid pig who always causes trouble for our military region! Tens of millions of people across the country have seen this fatso arrest people, and now that the person is missing, let's see how he explains himself! Send the brothers outside back to camp, and leave three hundred men to guard the branch office until they find the person."
"Dad, I want to stay here and wait for news!"
"Nonsense! You're injured like this and you still shouldn't stay home! Come on, let's go upstairs first."
The fat man and several trusted henchmen were escorted out of the dungeon.
The more than a thousand gangsters outside the branch office covered their heads with their hands and obediently squatted on the ground, not daring to move. The aerial battle also landed in a safe place, and the surroundings were quiet.
"Huh? Another plane is coming?" Everyone looked up at the sky with curiosity.
"General, it's a military plane from Qianshi City!" Qiu Guangmo's communicator received a report from the crew.
"I know, with such a big incident, it would be strange if no one came!" Qiu Guangmo chuckled, staring at the landing plane.
Three people stepped off the plane. Qiu Guangmo recognized one of them very well: Song Shikuan, the director of the Internal Coordination Committee.
"Oh, it's Director Song! Long time no see!" Qiu Guangmo greeted him warmly with a hug.
"Hehe, General Qiu, has it really been a long time? I remember being here just last month!" He pointed to the surrounding ruins. "It looks like there was a terrorist attack here!"
"Oh, Old Song, I've learned something new! What would I need special forces for if there weren't terrorists?" Qiu Guangmo said with a smile.
"So what did the terrorists do?" A middle-aged man with glasses to Song Shikuan's right asked, his tone rather disrespectful. "General Qiu, you wouldn't be abusing your military power, would you?"
"And this is?" Qiu Guangmo smiled as he stared at the clean-cut middle-aged man, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Song Shikuan slapped his forehead and laughed, "Look at me, I forgot about the important matter as soon as I saw this messy place. Old Qiu, this is Secretary Wang from the Vice President's Office, mainly in charge of the investigation of this incident."
"Hmph, him? You didn't even watch the news! You did? You watched it and you still ask me what the terrorists did? Don't you have a brain? Taking hostages in the street, abusing your power, and most importantly, losing the hostages! Isn't that terrifying? Isn't that abusing military power? Which school did you graduate from? What? National Defense University? With your level..."
"Hey, hey, Old Qiu, don't get so excited. At least he's from the Vice President's Office!" Song Shikuan winked at Qiu Guangmo with a grin. This wasn't trying to mediate; his face was full of schadenfreude.
Secretary Jiang, unable to get a word in edgewise from Qiu Guangmo's reprimand, his pale face flushed red, finally managed to get him to stop talking before pointing at him and saying, "You, you're just making excuses, you're disrespecting the law, you're..."
"Secretary Wang, remember to get down to business. What did the Vice President tell you before you came?" a dark-faced man to Song Shikuan's left spoke up. This man was tall and strong, more like a bodyguard, but his gaze towards Qiu Fangmo was quite unfriendly. Judging from his tone, he seemed to be from the Vice President's faction, a higher rank than Secretary Wang.
"General, this dark-faced man is a master of mystic arts; I can sense his energy fluctuations!" came the adjutant's voice transmission.
"And who is this?"
"I'm just a bodyguard, no need for the General to worry about me. Everyone calls me Little Wu!" the dark-faced man said coldly.
Another roar came from the sky; another military aircraft was approaching.
Qiu Guangmo chuckled, "How many planes came to Qianshi City? Why didn't you all come together?"
Song Shikuan, Secretary Wang, and the dark-faced bodyguard were clearly surprised, and even more so when they saw people stepping out of the planes. Six people emerged from the planes this time. Leading the group was a young woman, fair-skinned and beautiful, with a voluptuous figure. She wore black high heels and a well-fitting grey suit that accentuated her tall and slender frame. Her short, glossy black hair reached past her ears, framing beautiful, even darker, and brighter eyes. She walked calmly across the scrambled ground, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Behind her followed Mayor Xiao Zhengzhuang, Director Tang Tianping, and Northwest Branch Director Hu Si. The last two were bodyguards from Shizhong City, dressed in loose suits with name tags and Shiwei numbers on their chests.
"Old Xiao, Old Tang, hehe, what brings you here?" Qiu Guangmo asked somewhat awkwardly with a forced smile.

Volume 1, Chapter 15: Chaos (Part 4)
Wanjuan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:48 Word Count: 2305

Qiu Guangmo, Xiao Zhengzhuang, and Tang Tianping have been friends for many years. Although their military and political positions differ, they all support the current President Li Yuantu. Since Vice President Jin Mei usurped the power of the previous presidential cabinet, the power struggle between the president and vice president has become increasingly bloody and intense. The political situation has been divided into three factions: the pro-President faction, the pro-Vice President faction, and the neutral faction.
Although Qiu Guangmo was embarrassed to see his old friends under these circumstances, seeing Li Yun in the president's office, he felt that something interesting was about to happen.
"I am Li Yun, from the president's office. This is my identification and the documents related to the investigation of this incident." The beautiful woman, who had just gotten off the plane, was a little tired, but her smile remained natural. She stared at the secretary in the vice president's office with a playful expression.
"I...I'm also here to investigate this incident!" Secretary Wang was somewhat embarrassed, her face very unnatural.
"Is that so?" Li Yun glared at him. "These are supposed to be internal coordination duties. You have neither official authorization nor the authority to handle this matter. What gives you the right to interfere!" Though she smiled, her words were sharp and cutting.
Mayor Xiao, Director Tang, and the others watched helplessly as the tension escalated, unable to utter a single word. They were secretly alarmed; they hadn't expected the conflict between the President and Vice President to have reached such an irreconcilable point, with their subordinates engaging in heated arguments the moment they met. No, there was no argument. It seemed the Vice President's secretary was terrified of this woman and dared not refute her, only blushing with anger.
"You're just a secretary yourself. What gives you the right to talk about our Secretary Wang! This happened suddenly. The Vice President personally authorized us. Without orders, how could we be here!" It was the bodyguard surnamed Wu who chimed in, retorting without hesitation.
"Oh? Hehe!" Li Yun smiled and glanced at the bodyguard, then suddenly changed her tone, "Ignorant of the law! Without the signatures of the parliament and the president, it's all invalid! Director Song, don't you agree?"
Song Shikuan was suppressing a laugh as he listened to the smiling Li Yun berating the vice president's men. Suddenly seeing her turn on him, he quickly said, "Well, Minister Li is right. They wanted to come with me, and I couldn't stop them, hehe!" Sensing the situation was turning sour, he quickly stated his position—a basic skill for politicians. Song Shikuan did it perfectly, immediately noticing Li Yun's smile.
"Minister Li?" The bodyguard surnamed Wu clicked his tongue, then lowered his head and remained silent. He knew he had lost this round.
Qiu Guangmo, belonging to the president's faction, had long heard of Li Yun's reputation. While they were arguing, he had already ordered his soldiers to retreat, leaving only one hundred special forces soldiers, while the gangsters were also dismissed. With a roar of engines, the brightly colored special forces soldiers disappeared, and dozens of military vehicles sped away. Seeing her father give her a meaningful look, Linlin pulled Ni Xiu and quietly slipped into the impounded military vehicle, carrying Wang Xiaoyin's package out of the branch office before fleeing in a taxi.
Therefore, when everyone quieted down, the scene felt too quiet. Looking around, they found the place deserted, with only a hundred special forces soldiers guarding the area.
Li Yun glanced admiringly at Qiu Guangmo and said, "Since you're here, let's resolve this together! Director Zhang, please use your office for now; everyone can have a hearing!"
The fat bureau chief, like a defeated rooster—and the fattest, dumbest one at that—felt utterly stupid. He felt hopelessly foolish for having instigated the conflict and then foolishly waited for someone to rescue him. He cursed the man a thousand times over in his mind, but for now, he still needed that man's help to get out of trouble. He wanted to slap himself hundreds of times for arresting people arbitrarily, especially in front of dozens of cameras. Look at the situation now: thousands of people were rioting, besieging the Chengnan branch, yet not a single reporter dared to show their face to film. Even a pig could see the trickery involved.
After some discussion and deliberation, the following decision was made: Bureau Chief Zhang, having abused his power for personal gain, caused social unrest, and damaged national honor, is suspended from duty pending investigation. A final ruling will be made after the investigation is complete. His position will be temporarily managed by the General Administration.
Everyone present understood that there was no discussion; it was all Li Yun's decision. And yet, everything she said was legally sound and without any loopholes. As for the refereeing of Qiu Guangmo, it was simple, or rather, it wasn't even a refereeing process. It was practically praise: "General Qiu led the troops to quell the unrest and ensure the safety of the Chengnan Branch. I will write that in my report."
Qiu Guangmo's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly overjoyed. "Ah, people, haha! Every time I lead the troops to beat up these policemen, it's like this. After the beating, there's even a reward! Old Li is really generous; it's not for nothing that I've always supported him!"
Li Yun concluded, "Alright, there are still many places of unrest in the city. Please keep an eye on things, Director Tang. We'll discuss it again after the incident is investigated!"
"Wait!"
Everyone looked and saw that it was Qiu Guangmo who had spoken. They were all puzzled, wondering what complaints he could possibly have after all this.
Li Yun, as if she had anticipated his move, smiled broadly and said, "General Qiu, are you asking about Wang Xiaoyin?"
"Oh? You know him? He's missing now. How could they let Zhang Pangzi go? Who knows where he's hiding him!" Qiu Guangmo was slightly surprised. His daughter had told him that Wang Xiaoyin was just from the slums; how could even the higher-ups know his name?
Li Yun smiled, "Tens of millions of people saw Director Zhang detain him. Of course I know him. I think Director Zhang isn't lying; perhaps he really was rescued. However, I will send someone to track down Wang Xiaoyin's whereabouts and give the world an explanation." Seeing her
confident expression, Qiu Guangmo couldn't help but be a little suspicious. He nodded and didn't pursue the matter further.
After the meeting, Tang Tianping made a few phone calls, and the riot in the south of the city immediately stopped. The thugs who had been smashing windows just moments before instantly became cleaners, righting the overturned trash cans. The thugs who had seized the opportunity to plunder territory suddenly withdrew, discarding their wooden clubs and machetes, their faces harmless, even more benevolent than ordinary citizens.
Half an hour later, everything returned to normal, except for the extreme scarcity of pedestrians on the streets, as if nothing had happened.
While I was unconscious, I felt myself being carried away. My mind was clear, and I tried desperately to open my eyes, but I couldn't. After being carried for several hundred meters, I got into a vehicle and drove for about ten minutes, when I heard the roar of an airplane engine. After a few swaying moments, I regained my balance and knew I was on an airplane. I could hear a woman's voice nearby, but I was a little sleepy and couldn't hear her clearly.
"Number 5, who do you think we rescued?" a delicate female voice said softly.
"Who knows? We finally got a three-day vacation, and this blue-haired kid ruined it again! Our Stone Palace Ability Group is so miserable! The President wants us to hand him over to Madam Mo. Also, stop calling me Number 5 all the time, my name is Lu Chuan!" a gruff male voice said, very dissatisfied.
"Hehe, I know, number 5... uh, Lu Chuan! Your wall-penetrating ability..."
"Your invisibility ability..."
Although I didn't hear clearly, I heard the words "Madam Mo" very clearly. I sighed and truly fainted.

Chapter 16 of Volume 1 Still Have to Escape
Wanjuan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:48 Words in this chapter: 2224

When I regained consciousness, I still couldn't open my eyes. I only felt an abnormal soreness all over my body. The place I was lying on was very soft and comfortable, and I smelled a faint fragrance in my nose. Sui Love perfume, a light and sweet orange mixed with lavender. This was also Mo Xin's scent. I liked and was familiar with this scent.
At this moment, I was completely naked. My left hand was grasping a smooth and soft nipple, and my right hand was through her pink neck, rubbing the nipple ring on her other peak. Even more terrifying was that my hard penis was wrapped in the familiar cavity, hot and tight. I knew this fragrant body all too well; it had been my companion in three years of madness, so familiar that even in my unconscious state, I could still be with her.
Emerging from that mysterious blue pool, my mind had remained clouded, and over the years, I had ravaged countless women. Mo Xin was one of them, only our relationship was closer.
Feeling my movement, she cried out coquettishly, "Oh, you're awake?"
I ignored her, only greedily kissing her entire body. Her skin was still smooth and tender, her body still sensitive. The pink nipple rings on her breasts were handmade by me; I loved pink, just like the color of her nipples. I was infatuated with her body, just as she was infatuated with my Vajra Spiral. She was the one who gave me this strange name; she liked to call me that, and after hearing it so many times, she was used to it. Vajra Spiral was the shape of a penis; when erect, it had a faint spiral of fleshy texture. This texture played a crucial role in intercourse, always bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
My body could move again, and my eyes could open, but I kept them closed, expertly teasing her sensitive nerves. My mark was also found among the dense, fragrant grass, a moonstone inlaid on the ring, making every drop of moisture in her cleavage visible even in the darkness.
Several high-pitched screams, several surges of passion, finally subsided. Mo Xin slumped in my arms, whimpering, "Why don't you open your eyes? Are you afraid to see my aging face?"
Mo Xin, twenty-eight years old, was at the peak of a woman's beauty. Because I had always tried to avoid her after I regained my senses, she began to doubt her own beauty. In truth, apart from Mi Xiang, no one could compare to her in terms of looks and figure.
"I don't need to open my eyes; I know every expression of yours perfectly, like it's imprinted in my mind. I'm afraid that if I open my eyes, I won't be able to resist your allure and will ejaculate too quickly, failing to satisfy you," I said casually. Because I completely understood her temperament and knew how to make her happy, I didn't need to think before saying anything.
Sure enough, she laughed happily. "Hehe, you're so glib! But that's what she likes to say to me the most. It wasn't for nothing that I went to all that trouble to rescue you. And then that old fox swindled tens of millions in donations."
The old fox she was referring to was, of course, President Li Yuantu. Mo Xin had married several times, all to incredibly wealthy merchants, but each time she became a widow, so much so that no man dared to marry her again. From then on, the upper class secretly called her the Black Widow, a poisonous flower to be admired from afar. Her immense wealth naturally attracted covetous eyes, and it was only thanks to Li Yuantu's support that Mo Xin remained safe. He even entrusted the experts of the Stone Palace to Mo Xin, at the cost of a huge sum of money.
"You have to give to receive! I'm tired!" Actually, I couldn't sleep at all, but I didn't know what to say to her. Since suppressing the unknown substance within my body, I gradually lost interest in seducing wealthy women. But after regaining my self-awareness, the more I ignored them, the more attractive they became. So, I had no choice but to escape, to flee the absurd capital, to flee Thousand Stone City.
Mo Xin sighed softly, "Little Silver, where have you been hiding for the past six months? I've sent people to search the entire Coral Kingdom, but we haven't found you anywhere. I don't know how much everyone misses you. My other sisters come to my place every day, they think I've hidden you..."
"Achoo... kick it out, you wretched cat! How many times have I told you not to put it in the bedroom!" I rudely interrupted her, not wanting to hear anything more from her. Poor white cat Beibei once again became my shield.
I have a nose allergy, and I'm allergic to fine animal fur, so I always hate cats. Mo Xin loves cats and often puts her on the bed, which is often my reason and excuse for getting angry. What infuriates me even more is her love for taming humanoid pets. These are real people, trained to look like dogs, and she says it's a popular pastime among upper-class ladies.
My cat, Beibei, always tries so hard to please me, probably knowing I dislike her and hoping that pleasing me will change my opinion of her. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand allergic reactions or human psychology. Although I haven't used violence, I absolutely avoid her.
"Haha, you still hate Beibei, but she's really cute!" Moxin said, but still left the cat outside the door.
I often wonder, what exactly is "love"? Moxin often says she loves me, but I always feel something's off. We spend more than a third of our time together in bed, and the rest shopping and playing games; we rarely talk. Perhaps the most frequent thing she's said is not to let the cat into the bedroom, and not to keep a human-shaped pet. If she truly loved me, she would do as I say; at least when I liked my senior, I listened to her in everything.
Sometimes I doubt my own judgment; listening to my senior in everything before seemed like indulgence. And it seems like my senior never liked me. So, I'm often confused about "love." I haven't told Moxin and the others because I feel that our relationship is mostly lustful, with little emotional connection.
Looking at Mo Xin's mature, fair body, my first thought was of her writhing and submitting in bed. I often loathe myself for getting involved with so many women, even though I was out of control at the time. Given the chance, I would still run away, hoping that one day I would find the taste of love again. I hold no hope for them.
Mo Xin was truly exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in my arms. Apart from soreness, I had no marks on my body, thanks to the mysterious pool water. The pool water's greatest effect might be turning hair blue, or healing wounds, or more likely, making people lewd. I once saved a female ninja from the Wild Hook Kingdom. When I brought her back, she had over thirty knife wounds all over her body and was in critical condition. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I took her back to the blue pool and threw her in. Thus, I gained another blue-haired kin, and also a sex slave. Later, many women were thrown into the blue pool until it became transparent. From then on, the Coral Kingdom gained a new assassin group, the "Blue Demons."
I quietly slipped out of bed and put many of my clothes in the closet, still arranged in their original places. I hadn't expected she'd still kept them. Touched, I still decided to leave, to escape this house. It seemed that escaping this place would bring unlimited freedom.
"Xiao Yin, don't go!" Mo Xin's murmured voice sounded behind me.

(Chapter 17, Volume 1: The Slaughter Continues
- Updated: 9-22 4:50:49 - Words: 2341 -

Author: Wang Shao)
Hearing Mo Xin's call, I hurriedly turned around. It turned out she was just talking in her sleep, turned over, and drifted off to sleep again.
I've lived here for three years; I know every guard post, so it's easy to slip out of the yard. Night had fallen, the streetlights were dim, and there were few pedestrians. Before I could even appreciate the scenery, I was startled by the siren coming from Mo Xin's villa. She must have woken up and couldn't find me, so she pressed the alarm.
A freight truck happened to be approaching at the intersection, and as it slowed down, I secretly climbed onto it. The truck wasn't carrying cargo, but people. More than twenty burly young men were sprawled out inside, fast asleep. No one noticed me enter; they slept soundly, the atmosphere somewhat unsettling. Soon after, dozens of cars scattered and caught up, but no one paid any attention to the dilapidated delivery truck.
I felt a pang of sadness, feeling guilty towards Mo Xin. I hoped that one day I would come back and have a proper talk with her after I had sorted things out. The truck began to bump, as if we were leaving the city. The surroundings were quiet, save for the chirping of insects.
At this moment, many people in Paradise City were still awake, especially the fat bureau chief. He had just returned from the vice president's secretary, arguing for half a day, but still unable to change his fate of being dismissed. He slammed the iron door to his room angrily and casually turned on the living room chandelier.
"Director Zhang, you've kept us sisters waiting!" The voice was so soft and seductive, almost boneless, yet it sent a chill down Zhang's spine.
He stared at the two young girls on the living room sofa, momentarily stunned. Long blue hair, an alluring face, rosy lips, a seductive figure, and a long, narrow samurai sword. The two wore the same clothes, the same weapons, the same blue hair… that sky-blue hair made the fat man feel extremely uneasy.
“You… who are you?” After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out these words.
“Who we are isn’t important. Just answer our questions honestly. Where did you hide the person you arrested this morning?”
“What? It’s that blue-haired kid again! I told you, he’s missing. I didn’t hide him!” The fat man flew into a rage at this. First, he was beaten by General Qiu, then scolded by Du Yun, and then angrily berated by Vice President Wang’s secretary—all because of the mysteriously missing Wang Xiaoyin.
“Slap! Slap!” Two loud slaps calmed the fat man down. The blue figure flashed back to the sofa, as if it hadn’t moved at all.
The fat man clutched his swollen cheeks, a look of fear on his face. He spat out two teeth, and several mouthfuls of blood gushed out. "I...I really don't know, he's really missing..." The fat man recounted the events of the day, especially the fact that everyone was demanding his return.
"Don't give us any nonsense, we already know your excuses. We're here to ask you for his return, Xiao Jiu, teach him a lesson!"
A similar blue light, mixed with a hint of anger, flashed, a long sword was drawn, an arm fell to the ground, and the blue light returned.
"Speak, or die!" The figure that hadn't moved slowly raised the sword, ignoring the fat man's screams, its voice even colder.
Xiao Jiu whispered, "Third Sister, he might really not know where his master is, let's just kill him with one strike."
"If we can't find our master, how will we explain to the instructor! Besides, we volunteered to come here, if we come empty-handed, the other sisters will laugh at us!" As
the two were whispering, the stone slabs above their heads suddenly shattered, and someone fell through the dust.
The two women's figures flickered and disappeared into the dust, leaving only the fat man clutching his severed arm, spitting blood in the hall. As the dust settled, a tall, strong figure stood in the center of the hall; the newcomer was none other than the secretary and bodyguard surnamed Wu. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, ignoring the injured fat man.
A gleaming longsword appeared out of thin air, transforming into streaks of light as it slashed towards him. The blade was too fast for him to dodge. So, he didn't dodge, but simply grabbed the cold blade with his hand. At that moment, another longsword appeared out of thin air, stabbing at his back. He had no choice but to dodge, his tall body moving with lightning speed, retreating several meters to stop beside the fat man.
"Divine Hand Wu Xiao?" the blue-haired sisters asked simultaneously, disappearing again as they spoke.
The man cautiously surveyed his surroundings, offering no rebuttal. He shouted, "Are you ninjas from the Wild Hook Kingdom?"
"Bah, you're the one from the Wild Hook Kingdom!"
Wu Xiao's figure blurred, instantly unleashing more than ten attacks in the direction of the voice, his hands and sword clashing more than ten times before returning to calm.
Suddenly, the fat man screamed in agony as his other arm was severed at the shoulder.
Wu Xiao's face turned green with rage, roaring, "You...you're too cruel!" As he spoke, he drew his pistol, revealing his murderous intent.
The two blue-haired women remained silent, only responding with a shower of darts. Hundreds of tiny triangular darts were launched from different angles, striking different people. Wu Xiao cried out in alarm, grabbing a table to shield himself, no longer caring about the fat man.
The screams abruptly stopped; the fat man was riddled with bullets, dying a rather comfortable death.
Wu Xiao hid for a long time; the hall was eerily quiet, with only his own breathing.
"Are you 'Blue Demons'? Who hired you?"
After a tense silence, no one answered; the two blue-haired women had already left.
The Green Leaf Gang, having been ambushed, naturally wouldn't let it go unpunished and planned revenge that very night. Gang leader Ye Yongshun, of course, knew who the enemy was; besides Seventh Master of the Orchard, who else would dare to attack the Ye family? When they stormed into the orchard with over four hundred elites, they were caught red-handed by the police. More than ten who resisted were killed, and the rest surrendered. Including Ye Yongshun, a total of four hundred and twenty-seven people were all imprisoned in the Northwest Police Station.
At dawn, I was still in the car, and strangely, I had fallen asleep again. In my drowsy state, I realized the car had stopped, and there were people talking outside.
"Can a month of training be enough? Don't ruin our company's reputation!"
"There's no other way, this is what the higher-ups ordered, we have to do it. Maybe we took on a bad security company a few days ago, and they lost too many men, so they want to use these people to fill the numbers! There are about thirty people here, we'll trick them into signing security and welfare contracts, and we'll take care of their lives."
"Bad security company? You mean that singer in Paradise City, the one whose more than twenty bodyguards died?"
"Yes, otherwise the company wouldn't have used them to fill the numbers. They haven't signed any contracts yet, we'll just give them some benefits to trick them into signing. After they sign, we'll send them to Paradise City to pick up that bad security company!"
My head hurts so much, like I've been drugged. Could it be the smell in the car? After listening to their conversation, I knew this was a bodyguard company's training base, and there was something fishy going on. But I didn't care anymore, I'll just stay here for a few dozen days and avoid Mo Xin's investigation first.
During the month I was undergoing closed training here, I had no chance to contact the outside world, and I didn't know how anxious "Blue Demon" was. In their search for me, they assassinated thirty-seven former high-ranking officers from the South City Police Department, shocking Paradise City. However, compared to the chaos caused by the Green Leaf Gang, it attracted relatively little attention. The Ye family sent more experts to Paradise City, and despite facing numerous restrictions, they refused to withdraw from Paradise's underground influence.
The killing continued, and the blood continued to flow…

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