[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 11

"I apologize
for being late, everyone. Chairman Mo had important business to attend to and couldn't come, so I'll be in charge of this meeting." Ding
Fei, carrying a black briefcase, hurriedly entered the conference room at the Black Dragon Society headquarters.
The conference room was almost full of Black Dragon Society elites. To the right was the newly appointed Hall Master of the Heavenly Gang Hall, Ghost Shadow Luo Li; Hall Master of the Earthly Fiend Hall, Poison Claw Ren Yuantian; and Hall Master of the Heroic Hall, Demoness An Yuren. After Feng Tiandong, the Wind and Thunder Whip, died in the battle to rescue Kim Xiaoji by North Korean agents, Luo Li, who came from the Dark God Cult headquarters, succeeded as the Hall Master of the most important of the eight inner and outer halls. No one knew his background, nor did anyone know the depth of his martial arts skills.
To the left sat the Hall Master of the Black Flag Hall, Boxing King Taikes; the Hall Master of the Red Flag Hall, Mountain Opening Palm Liu Xiong; and the Hall Master of the Yellow Flag Hall, Divine Calculator Li Sanshan. The Hall Master of the White Flag Hall, Zhao Po, and the Hall Master of the Purple Flag Hall, Liao Hai, were unable to attend the meeting due to other matters.
Ding Fei inserted a floppy disk into the projector, projecting a picture of an ancient sword onto the large screen behind him.
The sword was about 1.5 feet long, with a simple and ancient shape. Its blade gleamed with a golden light, and strange patterns were carved on both sides.
"This sword has always been hidden in the underground vault of the Palace Museum in Beijing. When Chairman Mo came to Hong Kong, the Black Emperor ordered that the sword must be found within three years. A year ago, we finally located the sword. We sent experts to try to steal it several times, but the underground vault's defenses were impenetrable, and we failed each time. Finally, we had to come up with this method: by hosting an ancient sword exhibition, this ancient sword will arrive in Hong Kong tonight," Ding Fei said.
"Even in Hong Kong, it's still our territory," Tex said, making everyone laugh.
Ding Fei's face darkened. He said, "Before I came, Chairman Mo instructed me that if this mission fails, not only will we be punished, but he too will face the Black Emperor's most severe punishment."
The words "Black Emperor" seemed to carry immense authority, and everyone immediately fell silent, no longer daring to laugh.
Ding Fei continued, "This Millennium Divine Weapon Exhibition will be held at the World Trade Center from the 25th to the 30th of this month. I have already discussed it with Chairman Mo. The operation at the World Trade Center is located in a bustling area with tight security, making it very difficult. Today, these 500-plus swords, after arriving in Hong Kong from Beijing, will be placed in the vault of the Central Building."
Ding Fei paused, then continued, "I have made arrangements. Our people are already stationed in the Central Building. The operation will take place at midnight tonight. Luo Li and I will lead the three leaders of the Black Flag Hall, Red Flag Hall, and Yellow Flag Hall to be in charge of the operation, while Ren Yuantian and An Yuren will be responsible for providing support."
Ding Fei pressed a button on the remote control, and a beautiful woman in military uniform appeared on the screen. Everyone, including An Yuren, stared wide-eyed, completely captivated by the beautiful woman before them.
Ding Fei sighed; he had reacted exactly the same way when he first saw the photo. He coughed lightly, reminding everyone not to lose their composure. "Gentlemen, her name is Xie Hanyan, and she is the deputy head of the Investigation Section of the National Security Bureau. However, based on the intelligence we have, we have reason to believe she is a member of 'Phoenix.'" After
a brief moment of shock, the Black Dragon Society elites, except for a few like Taikes and Liu Xiong, recovered. Hearing the word "Phoenix," they immediately focused their attention even more intently. In the past two years, dozens of Black Dragon Society elites and three hall masters had perished at the hands of members of the "Phoenix" organization. No one dared to be careless when "Phoenix" was mentioned. Among
the crowd, only Luo Li's eyes flashed with a ferocious, beast-like light, quite intimidating.
"She killed our Black Dragon Society brothers from the mainland, the tyrant of the South China Sea, Luo Hai," Ding Fei said.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Luo Hai was Mo Zhentian's right-hand man, and his martial arts skills were among the top three in the Black Dragon Society. Even he was no match for this woman, so one could imagine how high her martial arts skills were.
"I'll handle her," Luo Li said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment. Only he knew that Luo Hai was his brother.
Immediately afterward, another girl, no less impressive than her, appeared on the screen. "Her name is Fu Xingwu, also from the National Security Bureau. Her background is rather mysterious, but she shouldn't be underestimated."
Ding Fei glanced at his watch and said, "The plane from Beijing should have arrived at the new airport by now. In four hours, we'll begin our operation. From now on, no one is allowed to leave this conference room." He remembered Mo Zhentian's instructions, "If this operation fails, don't come back to see me," and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He cleared his throat and continued, "Now I'll explain today's operation plan..."
...
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the evening glow crimson. A Boeing 757 passenger plane from China Civil Aviation was parked on runway 18. Dozens of police officers carried dozens of large boxes, orderly loading the national treasures transported from Beijing into bulletproof vehicles.
"Welcome, welcome!" Liu Rihui smiled broadly as he greeted the last girl in military uniform to disembark from the plane. Following behind Liu Rihui were Shui Ling, Guo Yanni, and Yan Lanyin from the Special Operations Team. Shu Yiping, who had just returned from Indonesia, was deeply traumatized, so Shui Ling arranged for her to rest abroad for a while.
"Hello, I'm Xie Hanyan. Thank you for your help this time," Xie Hanyan said with a beaming smile. Behind her stood her two assistants, Wang Jing and Xu Hui.
Holding her soft, delicate hand, Liu Rihui couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Although he had seen her photos, the beauty they couldn't capture was in comparison to hers, especially her pure, cloud-like气质 (qi zhi - a kind of refined elegance/aura), which almost made him lose his composure.
The handshake lasted longer than usual before Liu Rihui released her hand. "Miss Xie, what are you saying? This is our duty. Don't worry, there won't be any problems. Oh, where's Miss Fu?"
"Xingwu had some urgent business and will be here a few days later," Xie Hanyan replied, casting a friendly glance at Shui Ling behind Liu Rihui. Two years ago, when Shui Ling accompanied Chief Executive Peng (Note: to avoid unnecessary trouble, Chief Executive Dong's name was changed to Chief Executive Peng) to Beijing, Xie Hanyan was in charge of security. Although they didn't spend much time together, perhaps because they were both outstanding, they naturally felt a sense of mutual appreciation.
"Miss Xie, please get in the car." With such a beauty before him, Liu Rihui seemed much lighter.
In the car, Shui Ling explained the security plan for the exhibition in detail, and Xie Hanyan couldn't find any flaws. After the national treasure was delivered to the vault of the Central Building, Liu Rihui strongly invited Xie Hanyan to a banquet prepared for her. Although Xie Hanyan declined, she couldn't resist Liu Rihui's repeated invitations and had to leave Wang Jing and Xu Hui behind while she went to the banquet.
When she left, the Black Dragon Society elites had already quietly arrived at the Central Building.
...
The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle was falling. Sitting in the taxi, Fu Shaomin anxiously looked at her watch, "I'm going to be late again," she murmured. Yuan Qiang had arranged to have dinner with her at the World Trade Center today, at six o'clock. Because she had interrogated two suspects and gone home to change clothes, plus there was traffic, it was already 6:15.
"Driver, can you hurry up?" Fu Shaomin exclaimed.
The driver smiled obsequiously and said, "Miss, look at the road, cars on both sides, how can I go fast?"
He was telling the truth. "Kunming's traffic is getting worse and worse," Fu Shaomin didn't say aloud, after all, the traffic police were practically family to her.
"Sigh, let him wait a bit, what can I do, he's a man," she thought to herself. Yuan Qiang had been pursuing Fu Shaomin since they were in police academy, a three-year pursuit before finally winning her heart. The usually tough Yuan Qiang was known for his good temper in front of her, almost always yielding to the somewhat capricious Fu Shaomin, so it was common for her to make him wait half an hour or an hour.
After another twenty minutes of crawling like a snail, they finally arrived at the World Trade Center. As she walked through the hotel lobby, she attracted the attention of many men. Because she was going to a concert that day, Fu Changmin wore a black evening gown under her purple fur coat, and with a little makeup, she was even more radiant.
Entering the reserved private room, Yuan Qiang was pacing anxiously back and forth.
"Sorry I'm late." Fu Shaomin took off her leather jacket and hung it aside. The black dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.
"You look beautiful today." Yuan Qiang's gaze became intense.
Fu Shaomin smiled slightly and teased, "So you mean I'm not pretty usually?"
Yuan Qiang quickly waved his hand with a smile, "That's not what I meant. I meant that you usually look naturally beautiful without makeup, but today you're wearing makeup and this dress, which makes me feel amazed."
Fu Shaomin chuckled and said, "Your flattery skills are getting better and better. Why don't you flatter your boss? You could get promoted faster that way." Recently, Fu Shaomin had heard that Yuan Qiang didn't get along well with several leaders in the bureau. During the democratic appraisal by the Party Committee, many people said he was stubborn, competitive, and eager to take credit.
Yuan Qiang forced a smile and said, "What rumors have you heard now that I need to get promoted by flattering others? I'd rather not get promoted."
Fu Shaomin noticed that he seemed a little unhappy and quickly comforted him, "You know why I like you? It's because I like your stubborn personality. If you were a sycophant, I wouldn't like you."
Yuan Qiang was immediately amused by her, and he said with a hint of excitement, "Do you remember what day it is today?"
Fu Shaomin didn't realize it for a moment, but then the waiter brought over a two-tiered cake, and the bright red words "Happy Birthday" made her remember immediately that it was her birthday.
“Last year on my birthday, we were all on duty at the station to catch that bank robber. The higher-ups were setting a deadline for solving the case, and everyone was feeling heavy-hearted. I didn't dare say anything; the year before last, you went to Beijing for further studies, and I could only send you my blessings from Kunming; the year before that, I went to Fuzhou on a case and couldn't come back; the year before that…”
Yuan Qiang wanted to continue, but Fu Shaomin grasped his large hand tightly. A warm current surged through her heart, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.
“Don't say anymore, today is the happiest day of my life.” Fu Shaomin's voice trembled slightly.
“Make a wish.” Yuan Qiang lit the candles on the cake and got up to turn off the lights in the private room. The candlelight illuminated Fu Shaomin's joyful face. She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
“May every year have this day.” She was silently reciting this when suddenly the dark figure from her nightmare flashed before her eyes, and her heart leaped. “Yuan Qiang—” she cried out.
"I'm here, what's wrong?" Seeing her pale face, Yuan Qiang rushed over and put his arm around her shoulder. He noticed that Fu Shaomin's hand holding his was ice-cold.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. That Mo Tian won't get away. I'll catch him myself." Yuan Qiang knew what was on her mind. Ever since Fu Shaomin was almost assaulted at the Haitian Hotel ten days ago, she had been depressed. Yuan Qiang could only comfort her constantly. Three days ago, Mo Tian escaped from the detention center. Indignant and worried about her safety, Yuan Qiang offered to let Fu Shaomin stay at his home. The stubborn Fu Shaomin refused his offer and spent several days searching for clues to bring Mo Tian to justice, but Mo Tian seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
In a moment, Fu Shaomin snapped out of her nightmare and returned to normal. Leaning against the tall and strong Yuan Qiang, she felt safer. Seeing Yuan Qiang's worried expression, she comforted him, "Let's not talk about this today, okay? Come on, let's blow out the candles together."
They blew out the candles together, and Yuan Qiang quickly turned on the lights. Seeing Fu Shaomin's smiling face, he finally felt relieved. He picked up his glass of red wine, clinked glasses with her, and smiled, "What did you wish for?"
"I—" Fu Shaomin was about to answer when Yuan Qiang interrupted her, "Don't say it, it won't come true if you say it. I made a wish while waiting for you, I wonder if it will come true."
Fu Shaomin asked curiously, "What did you wish for? Tell me."
Yuan Qiang smiled mysteriously and said, "I prepared a special birthday gift for you today. If you accept it, my wish will definitely come true."
"Tell me quickly! Don't keep me in suspense." Fu Shaomin laughed and playfully punched his arm.
"Close your eyes, I'll tell you when to open them." Yuan Qiang said.
Fu Shaomin obediently closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Yuan Qiang patting his pocket.
"Okay." Yuan Qiang's voice betrayed his nervousness.
"What are you up to?" Fu Shaomin opened her eyes with a smile. In front of her was an exquisite jewelry box containing a platinum ring set with a sparkling diamond, shimmering and dazzling under the light.
"W-what are you doing?" Fu Shaomin finally understood what his wish was, and her face flushed crimson with shyness. Although they had been engaged two years ago, it was to fulfill the last wish of Yuan Qiang's parents who were seriously ill. Afterwards, Yuan Qiang proposed marriage several times, but Fu Shaomin, who was extremely career-oriented, politely declined each time. Today, Yuan Qiang finally used his trump card.
Yuan Qiang stammered, "I...I'm formally proposing to you. I'm sincere. Should I kneel down and propose?"
Fu Shaomin composed herself and said seriously, "Qiang, marriage is a big deal. Are you really sure?"
"I'm sure. Through thick and thin, my love for you will never change. I will spend my whole life taking care of you, protecting you from any harm or injustice..." Yuan Qiang went on and on with a string of vows. Although Fu Shaomin found it a little awkward, she couldn't help but be moved by his sincere feelings. After hesitating for a while, she generously extended her hand and said, "Okay, seeing how sincere you are, I'll say yes. Here, put this on me." The events of ten days ago made Fu Shaomin feel the need for a man to protect her, which was a major reason why she readily agreed to Yuan Qiang's proposal.
Immersed in their love, they didn't notice how time flew by. They talked and talked until almost 9 o'clock before Yuan Qiang remembered he had a concert. The two laughed heartily, showing no regret for missing the concert.
"Come to my place today," Yuan Qiang said cautiously. They had been dating for six years, but Fu Shaomin remained conservative about sex. Although she had succumbed to Yuan Qiang's persistent persuasion and given him her virginity, she insisted on not living together before marriage. Although Yuan Qiang was filled with desire for her alluring body, their busy work schedules, coupled with Fu Shaomin's deliberate avoidance, meant they had only made love a handful of times.
Fu Shaomin blushed and nodded, making Yuan Qiang even more overjoyed. As they walked hand in hand out the door, Fu Shaomin's phone rang.
"Please, not another assignment," Yuan Qiang said, clasping his hands together in a comical gesture.
Fu Shaomin answered the phone; it was Deputy Director Ge Tianling's voice, "Shaomin, come to my house now. There's an important case to discuss. I live in Building 16, Lily Garden." Before she could speak, the call was cut off.
“Director Ge wants us to go to his house; he says there’s an important case,” Fu Shaomin said.
“What important case does he have? He knows nothing about it and is just getting involved,” Yuan Qiang said. He’d never liked his superior; there were many rumors about him—that he got his position through connections, that he was having an affair with a pretty policewoman, and so on. Plus, the last time Fu Shaomin was almost humiliated because of his misjudgment, which only fueled Yuan Qiang’s prejudice. “He’s the kind of guy whose eyes light up when he sees a pretty girl. Calling you so late, and wanting to go to his house, what good could it be?”
Fu Shaomin hadn’t known him much, but since her boss said he had important business to discuss, she couldn’t refuse. After thinking for a while, she said, “Don’t say that. How about this, Qiang, you come with me.”
“Okay,” Yuan Qiang said, he couldn’t have been happier with Fu Shaomin’s response.
The two drove to Lily Garden on the outskirts of the city and found Building Sixteen, as Ge Tianling had mentioned. It was a two-story villa, completely dark from top to bottom, with no lights on.
"What's going on? Why did you call us here when no one's home?" Yuan Qiang reached out and pushed the door open. It was ajar. The two exchanged glances, both sensing something was wrong. Fu Shaomin opened her purse, took out a small automatic pistol, and gently pushed the door open.
The hall was pitch black, with only a few faint lights coming from the rooms on the second floor.
"Shaomin, you stay here. I'll go upstairs and check," Yuan Qiang said, holding the gun in his left hand. "Call the station and have Captain Xing send some men."
"Be careful," Fu Shaomin said anxiously. Yuan Qiang disappeared into the darkness, his movements swift and stealthy, but Fu Shaomin's unease grew stronger. In the darkness, she sensed someone approaching her. She turned around, pointing her gun at the darkness, but there was no one there. She breathed a sigh of relief, took out her phone, and dialed a number.
Before she could even finish dialing the number, a sharp whistling sound suddenly filled the air. Out of the corner of her eye, Fu Shaomin saw a dark figure lunge at her with a bat. In a fraction of a second, Fu Shaomin twisted her body to dodge, but felt a powerful impact under her right shoulder, and her pistol slipped from her hand.
Before she could catch her breath, the dark figure launched a second lightning-fast attack, catching Fu Shaomin off guard. Although she couldn't dodge, Fu Shaomin retaliated as she was struck, her palm striking the dark figure squarely on the neck. The
figure staggered and fell to the ground. Before Fu Shaomin could even celebrate her victory, another iron pipe swept across from nowhere, striking her shin. Fu Shaomin collapsed onto the man who had fallen earlier. Another dark figure, wielding an iron pipe, mercilessly swung it at Fu Shaomin's head.
In the nick of time, Fu Shaomin picked up the iron pipe dropped by the fallen man and blocked the attack. She spun and leaped into the air, turning the tables and swinging her weapon at her attacker.
The assailant was no pushover either; he swung his iron bar wildly, blocking Fu Shaomin's storm of attacks. Just as he was secretly impressed by her skill, Fu Shaomin delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen, sending him tumbling and tumbling several times, unable to get up.
Having taken down two enemies, Fu Shaomin dared not be careless, gripping her iron bar and intently watching her surroundings.
Suddenly, the lights in the hall came on, the bright light blinding Fu Shaomin, who had already adjusted to the darkness.
"Excellent, excellent! Truly worthy of being called the flower of the special police! You took down two of my capable subordinates in the blink of an eye!" A short, stout man clapped his hands on the second-floor corridor.
Fu Shaomin recognized this man as Fei Yuhen, the owner of the August Flower Nightclub, Kunming's largest entertainment complex. A few months ago, Fu Shaomin had come to the August Flower Nightclub to investigate a case and had met him briefly. In her memory, this Mr. Fei, who claimed to be from Hong Kong, was a friendly and unsuspecting man. She never expected him to be here today.
Fu Shaomin hooked her toe, bent down, and picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, pointing the muzzle at Fei Yuhen. "Where is Director Ge?"
Looking at Fu Shaomin's cold and beautiful face and dashing figure, Fei Yuhen was greatly moved, thinking to himself: No wonder Mo Tian is so obsessed with her; she truly is stunningly beautiful. Fu Shaomin didn't know that Fei Yuhen, on the surface a legitimate businessman, was actually a key member of the Black Dragon Society's mainland branch. After learning that Mo Tian had been captured, he immediately used his extensive network of connections and methods to easily rescue Mo Tian. The proud and arrogant Mo Tian naturally refused to swallow this insult, and to curry favor with him, Fei Yuhen patted his chest and promised to capture Fu Shaomin for Mo Tian's enjoyment.
"Officer Fu, you only have one gun. Look around; if you move, you'll be surrounded by a hornet's nest," Fei Yuhen laughed.
Fu Shaomin glanced around and, sure enough, four or five men in black were pointing their guns at her. "I may only have one gun, but I can still blow your head off with one shot," Fu Shaomin said coldly.
Fei Yuhen hadn't expected her to refuse to surrender. Faced with the guns, he dared not act rashly, fearing she would fight to the death.
As Fei Yuhen hesitated, a figure staggered out, followed by Mo Tian.
Fu Shaomin's gaze met Mo Tian's sharp eyes, and her heart sank. For some reason, seeing this man filled her with a strange fear; perhaps the nightmares of the past few days had torn down her defenses.
Mo Tian laughed wildly, "Beauty, you really have character. I really like you so much. Heaven has eyes, we meet again."
Faced with Mo Tian's arrogance, Fu Shaomin's face turned pale with anger, her beautiful eyes wide.
Mo Tian pressed the gun against Ge Tianling's temple and said mockingly, "Director Ge, your men should all listen to you. Order this beautiful policewoman in front of you to put down her gun."
It was clear Ge Tianling was quite frightened. A large part of his position as director was due to his brother-in-law being a vice-governor. Although he had worked in the police force for many years, he had mostly been issuing orders and hadn't experienced much action. With a gun pointed at his head, his usual decisiveness and power vanished. His already overweight body trembled uncontrollably, his face ashen like a half-cooked pig's head, muttering incoherently.
"Speak, or I'll blow your head off," Mo Tian suddenly roared in his ear. Ge
Tianling nearly wet himself in fear. He no longer cared about saving face and hissed, "Shao Min, put the gun down."
Fu Shao Min's gun was still pointed at Fei Yuhen's head.
Ge Tianling heard Mo Tian pull the trigger beside him, the death knell sounding like a death knell, making his heart race. "I order you, put the gun down!" he shouted hoarsely. When he saw that Fu Shaomin still didn't react, he grabbed the stair railing and slumped down, pleading, "Shaomin, I beg you, put the gun down."
Fu Shaomin was filled with conflict. She couldn't watch her boss be killed before her eyes, but she also didn't want to give up her last chance to resist. She knew very well what would happen if she fell into their hands; she would rather die than be defiled by a man.
Two men in black appeared in the corridor, carrying the unconscious Yuan Qiang. Mo Tian turned the gun to Yuan Qiang's head and said coldly, "This is your lover, isn't he? You can't just watch him die, can you?"
Fu Shaomin's heart trembled, her hand holding the gun began to shake, and her eyes were suddenly blinded by a bright light—the reflection of the chandelier from the diamond ring she had just put on. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed, and the gun barrel slowly lowered…
“Take her gun,” Fei Yuhen hurriedly ordered, after all, having a gun pointed at your head was no pleasant experience.
Mo Tian pulled a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his pocket and threw them in front of her. “Ten days ago, you made me wear these handcuffs. Heh, the tables have turned, and today you’re the one wearing them. Hahaha…” Mo Tian laughed wildly.
Mo Tian and Fei Yuhen descended the steps and stood before Fu Shaomin, whose hands were cuffed behind her back. Their eyes simultaneously blazed with intense desire as they brazenly appraised the beautiful, ethereal woman.
“Yuhen, go check if this policewoman has any weapons,” Mo Tian suddenly said.
Fei Yuhen was taken aback. Was there any need to search a woman who couldn’t resist? When he met Mo Tian’s cold gaze, he immediately understood that the show he had prepared was about to begin.
“We need to check.” Understanding Mo Tian’s intention, he swaggered over to Fu Shaomin, who was half a head taller than him, his obese body swaying. He placed his hands on her shoulders, then slid them down to her sides, and suddenly grabbed her prominent breasts, laughing, “Is this a weapon? And it’s so big, it must be very powerful.”
“How can this not be a weapon? I was tricked by this thing back then, which is why I stumbled.” Mo Tian said with a fierce glint in his eyes, he still considered being captured a great humiliation.
Fu Shaomin was incredibly intelligent and understood their intentions perfectly. The more she resisted and the angrier she became, the happier her enemies were. She tried to remain calm, ignoring Fei Yuhen's insults, but her heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly with a small knife. This was unlike the Haitang Hotel, where she had her comrades around her. Now, she saw no hope of escaping her tragic fate.
Fei Yuhen smiled smugly, continuing to rub her breasts for a while before moving his hand down her lower body, slowly lifting the hem of her evening gown. The men around them stared wide-eyed at Fu Shaomin's perfectly proportioned, rounded legs—perfectly proportioned, neither too thin nor too plump.
"Officer Fu is even wearing such sexy underwear," Fei Yuhen said, stroking her round, firm buttocks through her black silk lace thong.
“Your ass is too perfect. It’s a waste for you to be a policeman. Come work for me as a prostitute, and I guarantee you’ll be the most famous in ‘August Flower’.” Fei Yuhen, though he had seen countless women, couldn’t help but be lustful upon seeing her devilish figure.
“Shameless!” Fu Shaomin couldn’t help but scoff.
Mo Tian ignored her and said to Fei Yuhen, “Isn’t she your ‘August Flower’ prostitute now? Her first customer is me, haha.”
Fei Yuhen laughed along. He had been somewhat attracted to Fu Shaomin when he first saw her, but because of her status, he was afraid of being blamed by his superiors for meddling, so he didn’t dare to act rashly. This time, thanks to Mo Tian, although he couldn’t win the first prize, he would still get a good one. Overjoyed, he increased the pressure on her buttocks.
“Release Ge Tianling and Yuan Qiang, and I’ll go with you. Do whatever you want.” Fu Shaomin endured Fei Yuhen’s lewdness and gritted her teeth.
Mo Tian chuckled and said, "Let them go. What are your conditions for bargaining? Without them, how can I put on my show? Come on, take them all."
The group pushed Fu Shaomin, supported the limp Ge Tianling, and carried the still unconscious Yuan Qiang out of the villa and into an Iveco van.
The drizzle had turned into a downpour, and Fu Shaomin was soaked through in the short distance from the door to the van. Her purple velvet evening dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating her exquisite figure, making the men sitting around her drool.
Mo Tian laughed, "Why are all your men so lecherous?"
Fei Yuhen chuckled dryly, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "They're all men, all the same." He tried his best to agree with Mo Tian, not daring to offend this important person from the headquarters.
"Alright, you've all done a good job today. Since you're all free anyway, feel free to touch her if you like. Be gentle with the girl, don't hurt Officer Fu, and don't tear her pretty clothes," Mo Tian said generously.
Fei Yuhen's men hesitated to act. Fei Yuhen pressed Fu Shaomin onto the back seat, saying, "Young Master Mo said you can touch her, so touch her. What are you hesitating for?" He grabbed her breast and began to vigorously rub it. Several men also got up and surrounded her, eagerly reaching out their hands. Fu Shaomin was filled
with bitterness. Seven or eight hands were grabbing at her body, some even rubbing her private parts through her thin underwear, making her feel unbearably ashamed. At this moment, she hoped Yuan Qiang wouldn't wake up; she couldn't bear to be played with by so many men in front of her fiancé.
"Please stop swarming around her like flies. Turn her face towards me and see what our Officer Fu is thinking," Mo Tian said.
Fei Yuhen, of course, understood Mo Tian's intentions perfectly. He directed the group to force Fu Shaomin to kneel before Mo Tian, one of them grabbing her hair and forcing her face towards him.
Although being molested by a man, Fu Shaomin, aside from her pale face, appeared relatively calm; she had always been stubborn.
Mo Tian leaned down, lifted her chin, and said, "You're quite tough, much more fun than that Zhu Xiaoyi. I'd like to see how long you can stay tough, hahaha..." Mo Tian laughed wildly. Fu
Shaomin looked at his smug face, her ears ringing with his maniacal laughter, and felt a pang of pain in her heart. She stared at the raging storm outside the window, "Can I hold out until dawn?" she silently asked herself...
Chapter 3 The Battle of the Divine Swords (Continued)
On Christmas Eve, the streets of Hong Kong were filled with a festive atmosphere. Shops along the streets displayed Christmas trees of various sizes, adorned with colorful baubles. Xie Hanyan had no heart to appreciate the lively street scene; such a huge change had already occurred in less than twenty-four hours since she arrived in Hong Kong. During the banquet the previous night, she learned that robbers had broken out at the Central Building. By the time she arrived, the robbers had already left. Upon taking inventory, she discovered that ten of her most precious antique swords had been stolen, and her two assistants were also missing.
All night, Xie Hanyan worked with the Hong Kong police, searching for clues, but to no avail. Just as she was becoming increasingly anxious, she received a call from Ji Xiaoyun, inviting her to meet at Central Park.
Xie Hanyan rushed to the meeting place. A tall girl walked towards her, winking at her. Xie Hanyan was slightly startled, but quickly recovered and followed her to a quiet corner of the park. The two sat down on a bench.
A warm feeling welled up in Xie Hanyan's heart. Although she had never met Ji Xiaoyun before, she felt she wasn't fighting alone, and her confidence surged.
“I was so worried! Last night, Superintendent Liu dragged me to dinner, and suddenly all ten swords were gone, and even my two assistants were kidnapped,” Xie Hanyan said.
Ji Xiaoyun’s expression was grave. After a long silence, she spoke, “This matter is extremely serious. If it were just ordinary ancient swords, it wouldn’t be so bad. Among the ten ancient swords stolen by the Black Dragon Society, one is called the ‘Sword of the Yellow Emperor.’ This sword contains a tremendous secret; it is said to be the only key to unlock the ‘Tomb of the Yellow Emperor.’” As she spoke, she took out a picture of the stolen “Sword of the Yellow Emperor.”
Entering the 21st century, although human science has developed rapidly, both the “Phoenix” and the “Dark Emperor Cult,” despite possessing advanced technology, still rely on “ancient martial arts” to determine strength and victory.
The top masters of both the “Phoenix” and the “Dark Emperor Cult” are no longer afraid of modern weapons such as ordinary guns and cannons. In the concept of "ancient martial arts," humanity is a vast treasure. Whoever can unlock this treasure will grasp the mysteries of the universe, even comprehend life and death, and achieve a state of oneness with nature.
Although "ancient martial arts" have gradually been lost in modern times, both the "Phoenix" and the "Dark Emperor Cult" have preserved its essence and continue to search for ancient manuals lost for thousands of years. Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor was one of the founders of ancient martial arts, and the "Yellow Emperor's Heart Sutra" is the legendary highest treasure of ancient martial arts. Therefore, the sword that can open the Yellow Emperor's tomb is far more valuable than ordinary divine weapons.
Jie Hanyan opened her mouth, her face changing drastically. She took the photo and examined it carefully, saying, "This, this, how could we not know? If we had known there was this 'Yellow Emperor's Sword' inside, we wouldn't have brought it to Hong Kong, and none of this would have happened."
Ji Xiaoyun sighed and said, "I only just found out about this myself. It seems this whole thing was meticulously planned by the Black Dragon Society."
Jie Hanyan calmed down. Self-pity was useless; the only way to salvage the situation was to find a way to retrieve the sword. "Can you find out where the Black Dragon Society hid the sword?"
"I'm investigating. I should have news soon, and I'll let you know as soon as I do." Ji Xiaoyun suddenly remembered something. "By the way, wasn't Fu Xingwu with you this time? Where is she?" She deeply felt the seriousness of the situation; every additional helper meant a greater chance of success.
“Here’s the thing, we received information that the Kunming Public Security Bureau arrested someone who seems to be Mo Zhentian’s son, Mo Tian. He escaped from prison a few days ago and took several police officers hostage. Xingwu is going over there to check on the situation,” Xie Hanyan said.
“Try to contact her and ask her to come over as soon as possible. We also need to inform Lan Xingyue about this as soon as possible so she can give us some advice, or even better, bring in a few people from elsewhere.” Facing such a formidable opponent, Ji Xiaoyun dared not be careless in the slightest.
Xie Hanyan nodded and said, "I understand. Let me know as soon as you have any news. I'm leaving now." She stood up and left.
A sudden gust of wind swept through, swirling withered yellow leaves everywhere. Watching Xie Hanyan's receding figure, an ominous premonition swept through her heart, making her even more depressed.
She stood up, shook off a few withered leaves clinging to her coat, and strode into the crowd.
...
Xie Hanyan received another call from Ji Xiaoyun around 8 PM on her second day in Hong Kong. Ji Xiaoyun told her she knew the whereabouts of the "Yellow Emperor's Sword" and arranged to meet her at midnight outside Black Dragon Manor in Sai Kung.
Black Dragon Manor was built on a cliff overlooking the sea in Sai Kung, a strategically important location with only a narrow path leading to the manor's gate. This place was originally a coastal fort. Two years ago, the Black Dragon Society bought it and spent a fortune building two four-story buildings on the cliff top, reportedly including a basement dozens of meters deep, turning it into a secret hideout for the Black Dragon Society.
Jie Hanyan arrived at the meeting place ten minutes early. After carefully observing the terrain, she looked up at the night sky. The crescent moon had somehow hidden behind thick clouds, making the night even more obscure.
"Moon! Please don't come out again, can't you just rest for a while?" Jie Hanyan thought to herself. There were patrols at the entrances and key locations of Black Dragon Manor. To infiltrate the manor silently, the darker the night, the better.
As she pondered this, Jie Hanyan felt a warning. Although she couldn't hear a sound, she sensed someone approaching—a latent reaction of a master.
"It's me," a soft voice sounded from her left.
"It's Ji Xiaoyun." Xie Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly feeling ashamed. Although she could sense the approaching person, Ji Xiaoyun was less than two zhang away, and she still couldn't pinpoint her exact location. This showed that Ji Xiaoyun's skill was even superior to hers.
Dressed in tight black clothes, Ji Xiaoyun appeared before her like an elf. She wore a metal mask, revealing only a pair of bright, clear eyes.
"Why didn't you change your clothes?" Ji Xiaoyun frowned when she saw that Xie Hanyan was still wearing her police uniform.
Xie Hanyan smiled embarrassedly and said, "I left these night clothes in Beijing and didn't bring them." After receiving Ji Xiaoyun's call, she rushed over without pausing for a moment, not even having time to change.
"You should know that loose clothing makes a rustling sound. There are many experts in Black Dragon Manor. Rushing in like this would be tantamount to suicide," Ji Xiaoyun said.
Jie Hanyan was well aware of these principles. After a moment's thought, she took off her police uniform, revealing a tight-fitting eggplant-purple wool sweater underneath. Then, she bent down, pinched the loose police trousers, channeled her inner energy, and concentrated heat in her palms, stroking them downwards. Wherever her palms passed, the woolen trousers fused together, the originally loose hems clinging tightly to her skin.
A protruding inch or more from the edge of Jie Hanyan's trousers, resembling protruding ears, looked rather strange. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't help but chuckle, "How did you come up with this idea? Come on, let me cut off the excess." Saying this, she drew a gleaming silver soft sword from her waist, and with a casual flick, the sword seemed to possess a spirit, slicing past her side, instantly removing the protruding ears to the ground.
"I wonder if this is secure enough," Jie Hanyan said, stroking the smooth cuts on both sides of the trousers, which had been glued together by the high temperature, before squatting down.
Ji Xiaoyun looked up at the night sky. The moon was still hidden behind thick clouds, and visibility was extremely low. Her smile faded, and she said seriously, "The security here is very tight. Most of the Black Dragon Society's experts are stationed here. We are outnumbered and cannot fight them head-on. I've already found out that the Yellow Emperor's Sword is hidden in the basement of the main building on the left. There are six guards at the main entrance, so we can't enter through it. We need to go to the roof first, then enter the ventilation system, and then go down to the basement through the ventilation ducts. The basement is actually a huge safe. I've already obtained the entry code. You must press the start switch at the door..." "The door will close once you enter. The entire basement's security system is computer-controlled and set to trigger an alarm within one minute of anyone entering. I've calculated that the enemy will arrive in the basement within a minute. I estimate there will be some traps where the Yellow Emperor's Sword is stored. We can't be sure how long it will take to get the sword, so you need to hold out outside. Otherwise, if the enemy gets to the control panel and closes the iron door, I won't be able to get out."
Jie Hanyan listened intently to every detail Ji Xiaoyun mentioned. This operation was of paramount importance; facing the powerful Black Dragon Society, no one dared to be careless.
"Let's move out." Ji Xiaoyun floated up lightly, gliding silently towards the cliff. Jie Hanyan followed closely behind; their movements were evenly matched.
Inside the Black Dragon Society's restricted area, the two stopped speaking and communicated with hand gestures. Several sets of sign language were used within the "Phoenix" organization, and their coordination was naturally excellent.
...
In the main hall on the second floor of the Black Dragon Manor's main building, Ding Fei, Luo Li, Ren Yuantian, An Yuren, and several other hall masters were gathered together.
In twelve hours, an envoy from the Dark God Cult headquarters would arrive at Black Dragon Manor to receive the "Sword of the Yellow Emperor."
Mo Zhentian ordered all the hall masters to remain at Black Dragon Manor without exception.
The group had been on guard for a full day and night, the wait itself tedious, but the abduction of Wang Jing and Xu Hui had made it less boring for most.
Ding Fei lazily reclined on a soft, wide sofa. Not far in front of him, Wang Jing knelt naked on the floor, her hands and legs bound together, her body arched, her plump, white buttocks raised high. Riding her was the towering Tex, tirelessly thrusting his gleaming black penis into Wang Jing's anus.
Ding Fei felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and instinctively touched the wound. "That bitch, her teeth are so sharp!"
he cursed angrily. Yesterday, he raped Wang Jing first, only to find she was a virgin. In his extreme excitement, she suddenly bit him hard.
Even now, neither of the two policewomen from Beijing has succumbed to the man's brutality. However, Wang Jing has fiercely resisted from beginning to end, while Xu Hui has silently endured the rape with her eyes closed.
The more she resists, the more the humiliation intensifies. Wang Jing's once vibrant eyes are now dull and lifeless, her throat hoarse from screaming, while the man's violence continues relentlessly…
…
Two dark figures silently appeared on the rooftop of Black Dragon Manor. They had successfully evaded the manor's guards and infiltrated.
Jie Hanyan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her teeth clenched, her fists clenched, and her full breasts rose and fell like waves with her rapid breathing. Ji Xiaoyun noticed that Jie Hanyan's expression was somewhat abnormal. She placed a hand on Jie Hanyan's shoulder and said softly, "Hanyan, I understand how you feel, but if you lose your composure now, everything will be over."
When they climbed to the top floor earlier, both she and Jie Hanyan had witnessed Wang Jing and Xu Hui being humiliated, and Ji Xiaoyun understood her feelings.
After a while, Jie Hanyan calmed down, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. "After you get the sword, you go first. I must rescue them."
Ji Xiaoyun shook her head. In this Black Dragon Society's secret lair, fraught with danger and filled with experts, successfully obtaining the sword and escaping unscathed was already extremely difficult; rescuing them was even more impossible. But at this moment, she couldn't argue with Jie Hanyan.
"Let's go." Ji Xiaoyun lifted the metal cover of the ventilation duct, crouched down, and crawled inside. She channeled her inner energy, tightly adhering her body to the smooth, mirror-like metal sheet, and slowly slid down. The descent speed had to be absolutely slow; even the slightest impact could alert the experts inside the villa. It took the two of them more than ten minutes to descend the several-dozen-meter-long pipe into the basement's exhaust pipe.
The two carefully crawled through the pipes for several meters, reaching the basement ventilation vent. It was a large hall of about 100 square meters. At the front was an iron door made of cast alloy, impossible to open by human power. To the left was a row of computers, clearly the control panel Ji Xiaoyun had mentioned earlier. There were four guards in the hall: two near the entrance and two near the control panel.
"We must subdue these four as quickly as possible, before they have a chance to call the alarm, or we'll be in big trouble," Ji Xiaoyun whispered.
Jie Hanyan said, "I'll take care of the two at the control panel, and you take care of the two near the entrance. I'll count to three, and we'll all go out together." At this crucial moment, Jie Hanyan didn't hesitate.
When Jie Hanyan counted to "three," the two flew out of the ventilation vent almost simultaneously. Jie Hanyan nimbly somersaulted, shooting towards the two guards near the control panel like an arrow. While in mid-air, she channeled her "Mysterious Heaven True Qi," the powerful energy locking the two guards firmly in place. The two guards at the platform both possessed some martial arts skills, but faced with the overwhelming power of this ancient martial art, they were utterly powerless. They were trapped in a quagmire, unable to move or even utter a sound. In an instant, death descended upon them. Xie Hanyan's jade-like hand gently brushed across their temples, and without a groan, they collapsed to the ground like rotten mud, dead.
Almost simultaneously, Ji Xiaoyun's two bursts of "Frosty True Qi" accurately struck the two guards at the door, instantly rendering them unconscious.
Chapter 3: The Battle of the Divine Sword (Continued Part 2)
Ji Xiaoyun rushed to the control panel, entered a series of numbers on a long, green-glowing button panel, and the main screen displayed "Password Correct." The thick alloy door swung open with a bang.
Ji Xiaoyun pressed the red button on the keyboard and said, "Hanyan, you press it. Once you let go, the door will close in thirty seconds."
Jie Hanyan walked to the control panel, took over, and pressed the red button, saying, "Don't worry, I won't let go until you come out."
Ji Xiaoyun felt a surge of warmth in her heart. In this situation where powerful enemies surrounded them, having a comrade-in-arms to fight alongside them greatly boosted her confidence, which had always been a solitary struggle. Ji Xiaoyun arrived at the open door and saw the "Yellow Emperor's Sword" placed on an iron platform at the bottom of the iron vault, covered by a long, narrow glass case. She was certain that the glass case was made of special materials, but she wasn't entirely sure if she could break it.
Although the "Yellow Emperor's Sword" seemed so close, within reach, the iron vault appeared ordinary, but there must be a mechanism inside. Ji Xiaoyun wiped the iron shield off her face, put on a pair of special filtering glasses, and sure enough, the iron vault was filled with dozens of invisible, densely packed moving laser beams, like a spider web. Even the most indestructible body would be riddled with holes upon contact with the laser beams.
"A few mere laser beams think they can stop me!" Ji Xiaoyun scoffed, her eyes scanning for gaps with lightning speed. Then, like a swallow in flight, she leaped into the air, passing through several laser beams and landing on the floor. Confident in her agility, she could break through the laser defenses within a minute.
Just as Ji Xiaoyun settled down, preparing to seek another opening, the laser beams suddenly accelerated, their path becoming increasingly unpredictable. This was part of the vault's security design; when sensors installed under each floor panel detected someone entering, the laser beams would double in speed. This sudden change threw Ji Xiaoyun into a frantic frenzy, forcing her to move like a butterfly, her progress greatly slowed.
A minute was far too short; before Ji Xiaoyun could even approach the "Emperor's Sword," the alarm system in the second-floor lobby blared. Ding Fei's expression changed drastically. He was the first to leap from the sofa and rush downstairs, followed closely by Luo Li, Ren Yuantian, An Yuren, and others.
Ding Fei rushed into the basement immediately. The iron vault door was already wide open, and a stunningly beautiful young woman stood gracefully by the control panel.
"Jie Hanyan!" Ding Fei gritted his teeth and shouted. He never imagined that this woman, who had only been in Hong Kong for a little over a day, would have such great abilities to find this place.
Jie Hanyan surveyed the swarming enemies with a cold, stern expression, and said, "Yes, it's me, so what?"
"Attack!" Ding Fei waved his hand, and Tex, Liu Xiong, and Ren Yuantian simultaneously charged forward. Tex led the charge, his massive fists thrusting forward and backward, accompanied by a whooshing sound, aiming straight for Jie Hanyan's chest. To his left, Liu Xiong unleashed his signature move, the "Mountain-Splitting Palm," the suffocating wind of his palm already assaulting her even before he arrived. Following behind were Ren Yuantian, his steel claws already drawn, attacking her lower body with a seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, silent strike.
In an instant, Jie Hanyan accurately assessed the strength of her enemies. Tex appeared fierce, but was actually the weakest of the three; Liu Xiong's Mountain-Splitting Palm, though powerful, was still an external martial art and not to be feared; Ren Yuantian was the strongest of the three, his steel claws gleaming with a shimmering blue light and coated with deadly poison.
Seeing that she neither dodged nor evaded, Tyx held back two-tenths of his strength, fearing he might kill the beautiful woman with a single punch. However, the moment his fist met Jie Hanyan's towering breasts, it felt like hitting an impenetrable wall. Powerful internal energy surged through his arms and into his meridians, and Tyx felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest with an iron rod. He let out a cry, and his massive body rolled back like a gourd.
Liu Xiong was shocked to see Tyx in such a sorry state, but the die was cast. His palms, imbued with twelve-tenths of his power, were inches from her body when Jie Hanyan twisted her slender waist, her free right palm meeting his palms perfectly. At the instant their palms met, Liu Xiong nervously withdrew thirty-tenths of his power to defend himself. Sure enough, the internal energy emanating from her seemingly delicate hands forced Liu Xiong's hair and beard to stand on end, and he, like Tyx, let out a scream, spitting out a spurt of blood in mid-air.
Ding Fei leaped into the air, catching Liu Xiong with a single palm and stabilizing his stance. He involuntarily took a step back as he dispelled the true energy attached to Liu Xiong. When he first rushed into the basement and saw the breathtakingly beautiful Jie Hanyan, Ding Fei had secretly harbored lustful thoughts, plotting how to capture her and enjoy her. But after seeing two outer hall masters defeated so humiliatingly in a single move, he dared not underestimate her again and became extremely vigilant.
"Liu Xiong, step back! Hall Master Luo, Hall Master An, let's attack together and force her off the stage!" Ding Fei roared, his palms clasped together as he soared into the air. He knew the mechanism here perfectly well; as long as Jie Hanyan released the red button, the iron vault would automatically close, and anyone already inside would be captured, ensuring the safety of the Yellow Emperor's Sword.

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