Avengers Concerto

What is life, really? I don't know... and I don't want to know, because it means nothing to me now.

I sit here on the ground by the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront, leaning against a lamppost, gazing at the dazzling city lights.

The night is deep and the wind is biting, but I feel no cold.

What keeps my body warm is the bottle of strong liquor in my hand. I started drinking heavily four months ago.

My hand reached into my inner pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills.

Sleeping pills.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I've disappointed you again."

Thinking of my beloved father, a strong sense of guilt and sorrow welled up inside me. From childhood, my father had always cherished me, his son. But a month ago, my father died in a traffic accident… No, it wasn't a traffic accident at all.

The night before that incident, Dad repeatedly told me to come home for dinner. I thought that because he hadn't been with his family for so long, he just wanted to see his useless son. After dinner, he wouldn't let me wash the dishes, and instead did everything himself. He then dragged me to watch TV with him.

Once on TV, he launched into a long, rambling account of his past glory as village chief… In a moment of exuberance, he even pulled out his aged "rat wine," and the two of us began drinking together.

"Ya Tian… a wife is like clothes; if a woman leaves, so be it. A real man, the most important thing is to stand tall and bend with the wind…"

In my drunken stupor, I vaguely heard my father lecturing me like this.

The next morning, around ten o'clock, still half-asleep from the effects of the alcohol, I was awakened by the phone. It was a call that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

The devastating news arrived: my father, after practicing Tai Chi in the park as usual that morning, was hit by a passing heavy truck on his way home around nine o'clock. He died after being taken to the hospital. Upon hearing this news, my already aching head finally gave way, and I fainted on the spot.

Afterwards, I carefully analyzed the situation. My father has always been a disciplined and principled man; there's no way he would accidentally get hit by a car while crossing the street. Furthermore, I discovered he had already placed all his most valuable and important possessions on the table in his room.

My father essentially committed suicide. His sole purpose was for me, his unfilial son; he wanted to collect insurance money for me.

Now, nearing thirty, I've lost everything. What's the point of me staying alive? In university, I majored in economics and minored in psychology, receiving scholarships.

After graduating with first-class honors, I was invited to work at a renowned financial company, "Bafuqin."

High salary, prestigious position, and a smooth career. Two years later, I married my girlfriend of five years, whom I met in university. These were the sweetest and happiest days of my life.

Six months later, I resigned due to personnel issues and started my own company. Within four years, the company finally got on track and began to grow.

At this time, my beautiful wife also joined the company to share some of my workload. But I never expected, I absolutely never expected, that my beloved wife, who had been with me for almost ten years, would fall for my capable subordinate, a young man six years younger than us.

The most poisonous heart is a woman's, and a woman who has changed her heart is even more so.

Four months ago, she swindled me out of my savings and, together with her lover, embezzled a large sum of money from the company. The company was suddenly left in a vacuum. To settle the debts and pay employee severance, I sold off the little money I had left and some property to pay off the debts.

But in the end, I still owed more than a million dollars. After scrambling to make ends meet, I was prepared to go bankrupt, but my father committed suicide for me.

He was a man who hated boasting, yet he sold his dignity and sacrificed his life for me, this incompetent good-for-nothing.

I think I really don't deserve to die comfortably at home, but this place is not bad for me. I poured all the sleeping pills in my hand into my mouth, then took a big gulp of wine, and swallowed the pills.

Looking at the enchanting night view before me, I wiped away the tears from my eyes, and my turbulent thoughts calmed down. All the beauty and ugliness of the world no longer belong to me… There is no panic as others have described, only a sliver of anticipation in my heart.

What is death, and what happens after death?

I've heard that people see interesting things when they die—is that true? My eyelids grow heavier and heavier, I grow weary, and my consciousness fades away.

The surrounding night seems to vanish, and the howling of the night wind seems distant and hazy.

So peaceful, so tranquil…absolute tranquility.

Is this death?

Time seems to have become detached from me.

After an unknown amount of time, I seem to see something, like a woman's face.

Is it her? Why? Why would it be her? Impossible, it shouldn't be possible.

What I see is a simple, honest, kind, and gentle face.

Mother?

In the moment before death, I see her…a woman who abandoned her father and son, who committed adultery? Why… “God, do you love your mother?”

“Yes.”

“And your father?”

“Yes, too.”

“Compared to your father, who do you love more?”

“…Hmm…They love each other equally.”

Her expression suddenly turned old and sorrowful.

Was this something from the past? …The surroundings darkened again, and silence returned.

“Go back.”

In the endless silence, an old, distant, yet somewhat kind voice came from our direction.

“Who?”

“This is not the place for you.”

“Why? I’m so tired, so very tired…”

“The time hasn’t come yet…”

“But the one I love is already over there.”

“He doesn’t want you to come, does he?”

“Then who should I stay for?”

“At least…you still have someone you hate…Are you willing to accept this?”

“…But…so what? What can I do? I have nothing left.”

“No, you are not without anything. Someone will help you.”

“Will there be such a person?”

“Yes, there definitely is. I swear to you with Chen Meixue’s life.”

Chen Meixue? Mom?

“…Sir, sir.”

A man’s voice, mixed with some strange sounds, rang out. I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight stung my slightly open eyelids.

Finally, I saw a policeman looking at me.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Not dead yet?

I stared at him blankly, my gaze drifting to his walkie-talkie, then finally settling on his service pistol. If I tried to take his pistol, would he shoot me? Lost in these wild thoughts, he actually helped me up.

What followed was an unwanted feeling, a sense of being reborn. He really wasn't dead… but somehow, my mind seemed to be stuck in that previous state.

"I'm fine…"

I couldn't help but shake my head with a bitter smile. Ignoring his reaction, I slowly left.

At eight o'clock in the morning, as I slowly returned to my front door, I saw two people standing there.

"Mr. Fu Tian, we've been waiting for you. Hello, my surname is Yang, Attorney Yang. This is my assistant, surnamed Fan."

"I don't think I know you."

"Yes, but time is short. Please come with us, we can talk as we walk."

I carefully observed them; they were dressed in designer clothes and did seem somewhat sincere. After a moment's thought, I suddenly realized that I didn't really have anything to be fooled.

I sat in their car. The one surnamed Fan drove, and the one surnamed Yang gave me two letters. One was my mother's last words, and the other was a letter from her husband. In the car, I slowly recovered from the shock of death, and my mind began to clear. I began to read the letters and learn about things from the previous generation that I didn't know.

After reading my mother's letter, I couldn't help but sigh, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Reading the man's letter again, I was even more shocked. Could it really be such a coincidence? Could it be…? "Do you have a lighter?"

Lawyer Yang nodded and handed me one.

I immediately burned the man's letter and put away my mother's.

My parents had an arranged marriage; my mother already had someone she loved before, and she was just a pitiful woman. Their marriage was never happy, and before I turned ten, she chose to find her love again, which made my father lose face and stay in the village. He took me away from the ancestral village and started our new life, severing all contact with my mother.

My mother passed away six months ago; her letter only mentioned regret towards me, but made no mention of my father.

Sigh… Is that how it is? The past should end here. As for the man's letter, it mentioned more, more comprehensively, and more movingly. For a moment, I found it hard to accept.

Half an hour later, the three of us arrived at a large house halfway up the mountain.

The mansion was magnificent and vast, occupying over 20,000 square feet, a testament to its owner's extraordinary wealth. No one stopped us; we walked straight to the master bedroom.

An elderly man lay on the bed, an oxygen tank in his mouth and nose. Beside him were a man and a woman, and several doctors and nurses.

Was it him? My mother's beloved?

"Mr. Xu, this is Ms. Xu Chen Meixue's only son, Mr. Fu Tian."

I didn't wait for Attorney Yang to finish speaking before I rushed forward. He saw me, his weak hand reaching out with difficulty.

I took his hand and whispered in his ear,

"I've read the letter. I promise you, don't worry."

A glimmer of light returned to his feeble eyes, and he looked kindly at the man and woman beside him. But I felt a pair of eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment.

A moment later, he too closed his eyes.

"Outrageous! Who does he think he is, to claim a share of my estate?"

The speaker was Mr. Xu's second son, a handsome young man in his early twenties.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu did indeed make two wills and a security deed when he was alive. Besides me, three senior lawyers witnessed the proceedings. Here is Mrs. Xu's blood sample; we confirmed Mr. Fu's identity only after thorough and certainty."

"Chenhui, calm down, listen to the will first."

This was Mr. Xu's eldest daughter, Xu Wanxia. She appeared to be six or seven years younger than me, but her beauty was undeniable. She had almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and slightly full, red lips—a striking beauty that immediately aroused desire. Her slightly reddish hair reached her waist, further highlighting her dignified and noble air, yet she possessed a cold arrogance—the kind of woman men longed to conquer.

She gave me a helpless smile, and I nodded expressionlessly. Xu Chenhui sat down angrily, his eyes glaring at me without any attempt to conceal his rage.

“There’s a passage in Mr. Xu’s will that I need to read to you first.

To my beloved children and Xiaoxue’s son: Xiaoxue and I were childhood sweethearts, but unfortunately, I was penniless in my youth. She was forced to marry a man she shouldn’t have, and I married a woman I didn’t love. For those ten years, we lived in constant pain. During that time, I worked hard to build my career, and finally, when I achieved some success, we selfishly reunited. I have never wronged my children, but I feel immense guilt for Xiaoxue’s twenty years of suffering, abandoning her son. She never asked for anything from me, except on her deathbed, when she cried and begged me to take care of her son. My entire career can be said to have been for her. Now, I must repay her in some way.” As Attorney Yang read the will, the expressions of the Xu siblings grew increasingly grim, while I inwardly sneered.

Next came the division of the estate in the will. According to Old Master Xu's plan, of the 55% equity in Nianxue Group, the tea, teaware, and handwoven goods export company he built, I would hold 20%, Xu Wanxia 20%, and Xu Chenhui 15%.

With the group's total value exceeding 12 billion, 20% is an astronomical figure of 2.3 to 2.4 billion.

Adding his personal bonds and liquid cash totaling 750 million, we would each hold 250 million. All his properties would be inherited by the siblings.

"Crazy! That old devil has been insane for a long time, this bastard..."

"Shut up!"

Wanxia slammed her hand on the table, and Chenhui immediately shut up.

"...Hmph, do whatever you want...damn it..." He

stormed off.

"Please allow me to call you Brother Tian. I apologize on behalf of my brother."

I nodded expressionlessly. Seeing my calm demeanor, she seemed somewhat surprised. After discussing the details with the lawyer, I left the Xu family mansion and returned to my still-rented home.

In April 1997, after a series of tedious tasks such as document review and tax processing, I officially attended the Nianxue Group's shareholder restructuring meeting as a shareholder.

Nianxue… what a lovesick fool… At the meeting, Wanxia was elected by a large majority to serve as the group's chairman and executive director. To their surprise, I also voted for her.

In fact, I was forced to do so. Compared to someone with no achievements, Wanxia and I had no chance of competing for this position. On the contrary, after I generously cast my vote, she could only relinquish the position of vice executive director, although it was probably just a figurehead position.

As a second-best option, this was the best strategy at the moment. With the situation initially settled, the meeting ended.

The next day, I went to work for the first time.

My adopted sister, Wanxia, warmly took my hand and greeted me, but her brother was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Tian, this is your secretary. She is the best in our company, and she will help you take over everything here as soon as possible. Good luck."

I was really disgusted by this kind of fake friendliness.

Before me stood a beautiful woman in her early twenties with long hair, her features delicate and refined. Most unforgettable were her large, clear eyes that could captivate any man. She was slender, with a graceful and elegant figure.

In short, she was a rare beauty whose looks rivaled those of a sunset, though each possessed their own unique charm.

However, her eyes reminded me of something.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, I'm Zuo Xingyu. Nice to meet you."

Not only was she beautiful, but her voice was also sweet.

"Nice to meet you too,"

I replied calmly, then went into my office.

The first thing I did was review the resumes of my subordinates, especially that stunningly beautiful secretary. Twenty-two years old, she had studied business administration abroad but hadn't graduated, and had worked at Nianxue for two years. Previously, she had been Chenhui's personal secretary… a bit strange.

Apart from this beauty, Zuo Xingyu, all the other subordinates were old, weak, or disabled. After reviewing the previous documents, I made a phone call and left before 5 PM.

As usual, I arrived late and left early every day, only making personal calls at the company and chatting with Xingyu in my spare time.

Important tasks were also delegated to the Xu siblings. However, I found that the description of them in Old Xu's secret letter was quite flattering. "Wanxia is a honeyed-tongued devil, capable but extremely ambitious"—that was quite fitting. Chen Hui is incompetent and ambitious, but in my opinion, "incompetent" is an understatement; "utterly incompetent" would be an understatement. If it weren't for his capable secretary, Zuo Xingyu, he would have made countless mistakes.

In mid-May, a month and a half after I took office, having finalized everything, I decided not to return to the company, but to handle trivial tasks and personal matters online from home. At this time, most people in Hong Kong were caught up in the fervor of the handover, and stock markets in the Asia-Pacific region were exceptionally active. The widespread stock market frenzy foreshadowed our potential consequences, and I closely monitored market movements.

Frankly, finance and economics are my forte, and Nian Xue, with her ample resources, wasn't particularly appealing. If I hadn't promised Mr. Xu to protect his hard work, I wouldn't have paid any attention.

"Mr. Fu, aren't you coming back today?"

"No, is there something important?"

"Yes, there are several documents that need Mr. Fu's signature."

I chuckled inwardly; it was finally happening.

"...Is it that important...? But I really can't get away these next few days..."

"Then...can I bring you to your place?"

Her tone was peculiar, and I didn't know how to describe it.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

"No, not at all..."

"You have my address, right?"

"Yes...see you later."

At 8:30, Xingyu arrived at my newly purchased upscale residence.

"Welcome, Miss Zuo."

Seeing that I was only wearing a bathrobe, she seemed a little awkward.

"Fu Sheng, you can call me Xingyu."

"Hehe...then I won't stand on ceremony, Xingyu, you can call me Brother Tian like Wanxia."

"...Brother Tian..."

Before she could finish speaking, her cheeks were already flushed. But the fun was just beginning. I gestured for her to sit down, poured her half a glass of wine, and then calmly signed those boring documents.

"Xingyu, it's so late, I'd better take you home."

Nizi lowered her head, as if she was holding back something. I was also happy to see how she would seduce me.

"Um... Brother Tian, what... do you think of me?"

"What do you mean?"

She was indeed incredibly naive in this regard.

"I mean... that..."

She said, taking a sip of red wine to bolster her courage.

"That?"

I teased her, feigning ignorance.

"Does Brother Tian like me?"

"Huh?"

"I... like you..."

"Xingyu..."

Xingyu, unusually, walked over and sat down beside me, taking my arm. Her eyes were filled with affection as she gazed at me.

Seeing her beauty and eyes that should have been captivating, I felt a sense of disgust instead. Her lips pressed against mine, but her kissing technique was clearly clumsy.

"Brother Tian, hold me..."

I didn't hold back, taking the initiative to kiss her, teasing her with my tongue, from her gums to her mouth and tongue. Her reaction was stronger than before, showing signs of struggling. Under my gentle embrace and my far superior kissing skills, her resistance slowly turned into acceptance.

"Let's go to the room."

Hearing this, I saw a flash of intense shame, anger, and heartache in her eyes. I ignored her reaction and dragged her out of the hall.

After leading her into the study, she froze.

"What's wrong...why are we in the study?"

"Hehe...I have a secret I want to show my good Xingyu."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I casually sat down in the executive chair behind the desk and took out a document from the cabinet. I took out several photos from the document and handed them to her.

"How are they? Not bad, right?"

She looked at the photos, then gasped, almost fainting.

The photos showed a man and a woman doing something unspeakable. The naked woman in the photos was none other than Zuo Xingyu in front of me, and the man was her former boss, Xu Chenhui.

"You...where did you come from? What do you want?"

"Take off your clothes!"

"What?"

"Weren't you ordered to seduce me? Why aren't you taking off your clothes?"

"How...how did you know?"

She was completely flustered.

"You have no right to ask questions. From now on, I will be in charge. If my orders are not obeyed within ten seconds, you'd better not come back to the company tomorrow, and even if you do, you'd better not open your email."

"Ah!"

Seeing my cold expression, she knew their scheme had been exposed, and she had no choice but to obey.

"Five seconds left. Leave nothing behind!"

I still looked at her coldly; she had no idea whether I was serious or not. But Xingyu was startled by me and didn't dare hesitate to take off her clothes immediately, no matter how unwilling she was... She shyly covered her private parts with her hands, her body naturally swaying to avoid my gaze.

"Stand still, let go of your hands."

Xingyu had no choice but to put her hands on her waist, and a beautiful naked female body appeared before me. It wasn't as thin as it looked; it was perfectly proportioned. Her skin was as white as snow, and her breasts, with their white jade-like balls and rosy nipples, were very beautiful. The pubic hair was jet black and neat, with a clear distinction between black and white. Xingyu's entire snow-white body was as beautiful as a marble sculpture.

I sighed inwardly; it was such a waste that such a beautiful body was being used by a beast like Chenhui.

"Masturbation."

Hearing these two simple words, Xingyu's body trembled violently, then her eyes reddened with tears as she looked at me pleadingly.

Meeting my icy gaze, she understood there was no turning back, and her trembling body slowly began to masturbate.

But after several minutes, she couldn't get into the mood at all.

“Relax, as long as you're obedient, I won't make things difficult for you.”

Hearing my reassurance, Xingyu took a deep breath. Having come this far, she could only accept her fate. A few minutes later, her movements became more practiced, and she began to moan softly, but she didn't dare look at me. Her waist swayed, and sweat began to appear on her body. Under my gaze, she seemed to be reacting well; I could use this to my advantage later.

“What's your relationship with Xu Chenhui?”

“Ah…I’m…his mistress.”

She answered shyly, but I already knew the answer.

“Did you get together with him willingly?”

“No…no…I…”

“Hey, money?”

She didn't answer, only nodded.

On my first day at work, I had already bought a private detective agency, intending to uncover Xingyu's background and investigate the Xu siblings. According to my information, Xingyu was the daughter of a former large corporation's heiress, studying at Harvard University in the United States. However, before graduation, her father went bankrupt due to poor investments, and subsequently suffered a heart attack from the shock, forcing her to drop out of school. Afterwards, she returned to Hong Kong to work and take care of her mother and younger sister. Two years ago, she joined Nianxue and eventually became Chenhui's assistant secretary due to her excellent work ability.

However, Chenhui coveted Xingyu's beauty, and six months ago, when Xingyu's sister was hospitalized due to a serious illness, he asked her to take care of her. For her sister's sake, Xingyu had no choice but to sell herself.

More than a month ago, as I suspect, Wanxia must have persuaded Chenhui to order Xingyu to seduce me into bed, and afterward, with evidence, I could only let the two siblings do whatever they wanted.

"Hmph... greedy for vanity."

"No!... I'm not... I actually... sob..."

Looking at Xingyu crying because of my humiliation, I couldn't deny that she was indeed very moving.

"Don't stop."

I watched her perform the sexual act with a calmness far beyond that of a normal man.

Xingyu's body continued to sway at the usual pace, and her hands massaged more and more naturally.

"Do you understand your situation?"

She looked at me with teary eyes, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

“Resisting them will only cost you money. But resisting me will ruin your reputation. When he finds out I have these photos, he'll be the first to try and curry favor with me, and you'll always be my plaything.” According

to the data, Xingyu is actually a decent girl, but her background is truly pitiful. A girl with both beauty and competence is perfect for being a slave or pet. But before subduing her, I can't be too kind or too harsh on her.

“As for money, do you think I have less than him? You have no choice but to obediently be my pet.”

“This…I…”

Being a man's pet would always be difficult for her to accept, no matter who she was. But Xingyu, still masturbating under my watchful gaze, had lost all reason.

“…I…will…be your…woman…but…”

she gasped as she yielded to me.

"Hahaha... When did I say I wanted women? I only want slaves. Listen carefully, I want completely obedient sex slaves!"

"This... no... please don't..."

I believe she doesn't understand the difference between women and slaves, but right now she only thinks I'm trying to humiliate her. I stood up, walked to Xingyu, and kissed her deeply. Holding her soft, fragrant body in my arms, I couldn't help but think of my ex-wife,

Pan Caiyun, whom I loved and hated so much.

An endless rage suddenly rose in my heart; I had to take this girl first, no matter what. I expressed my current emotions directly to the already aroused Xingyu through physical contact.

The naked female body in my arms and deep kiss trembled, but it was definitely not resistance. In my calculations, Chenhui only saw Xingyu as a doll and a tool; I don't think he would use such affectionate actions on her.

After a long while, our lips parted.

"How does it feel?"

This exceptionally charming naked beauty was embarrassed by my question but dared not not answer.

"...Hmm...not bad..."

"Do you understand? You should know in your heart whether that man you have now is a dragon or a snake. And he will betray you to me, and he will also betray you to other people. If you agree to stay with me, I will take care of you for life. Besides, I am a petty man, I will not be like him, letting others enjoy my pet."

A little pity for her welled up in my heart, and the coldness in my eyes was replaced by tenderness. She looked at me with confusion. In her mind, I had never been serious about my work, and I should be a useless person like that Chenhui.

But the me in front of her now was completely unfathomable, let alone someone who would play tricks on me.

"You really will take care of me?..."

I was a little unhappy with her response, and released her after hearing it.

"Whether you will or not, words are meaningless. You'll know later."

"...You..."

"Also, you'd better tell them that I might know about your relationship, but don't let them know I have those photos. With Chenhui's cowardice, he naturally won't touch you again, at least not before he forces me away. Besides, they need you to keep the secret, so for now, nothing will change."

For some reason, I felt a little uneasy thinking of Wanxia.

Xingyu's eyes finally revealed an admiration and gratitude, the most genuine expression of the entire evening.

But at that moment, a vague shadow flashed through my mind.

"Get dressed and go back."

"...You...don't want me?"

A little more shyness appeared in her big eyes. I smiled, kissed her, and then pushed her and her clothes out of the study. She understood that I didn't completely trust her either, so she had no choice but to do as I said.

The next day, to help Xingyu cover up her lie, I made a special trip back to the company. As soon as I returned to the office, Wanxia and her brother came to see me.

"Brother Tian, how can you often not come back to the company? You're our vice chairman!"

Though it sounded like a reproach, Wanxia's tone was more like she was trying to get on my good side.

"Don't worry, I won't be idle at home."

"Just kidding, I believe you won't slack off, Brother Tian."

Hearing our insincere exchange, Chenhui could only stand awkwardly to the side.

Although he knew Xu Wanxia wasn't a kind person, being called "brother" by a beautiful woman like that made even someone as indifferent as him feel a little flattered.

"Speaking of which, it seems we haven't had lunch together with you, Brother Tian. Anyway, I don't have a lunch meeting today, so how about we have lunch together today?"

"Hmm... what a pity, I already have an appointment today. If I had known I'd have a beautiful woman with me, I wouldn't have made an appointment." "

Hehe... Brother Tian, you're teasing me... then let's have lunch together next time."

"Sister... um..."

Chenhui finally spoke up. But Wanxia gave him a stern look, and he immediately fell silent.

After exchanging a few more words with me, she left, dragging the wooden-like morning light behind her.

Around five o'clock, just as I was about to leave the company, the evening glow suddenly appeared and pulled me away.

I sat in her car; she didn't say a word, simply driving herself. Finally, she drove me to Devil's Mountain, opened the car door, and got out.

In the twilight, my stunningly beautiful stepsister sat boldly on the hood of that red sports car, one leg bent, arms clasped. Her long hair swayed in the summer breeze as she calmly gazed at the sunset.

From the side, I felt an immense shock. I could clearly see her exquisitely beautiful face, sculpted like a knife's edge, bathed in the golden afterglow, like a goddess with a cool, ethereal beauty, yet possessing a captivating, serene charm.

Although I didn't have much affection for her, this breathtakingly beautiful scene is something I'll likely never forget.

"I'm Dad's eldest daughter, and since childhood I've been considered Nianxue's heir. But in reality, I've endured immense pressure that no one knows. If I could, I really wish you were my biological brother; how wonderful that would be."

My intuition told me that her words were half true and half false, but I was certain she was determined to confront me, her sworn brother.

"The company is Dad's and my life's work, so no matter what it takes, I will protect it."

"Just get straight to the point."

An unease seemed intense.

"...I'm sorry, brother, please step aside."

I ignored her stunning beauty and met her gaze coldly.

"I can buy your shares at 95% of the market price in one go. Anyway, Dad has already given you and Aunt Ya some instructions, and you have no interest in Nianxue, so why not sell the shares to me? We can still be family."

A sudden thought struck me. Even if she and her brother joined forces, they couldn't possibly acquire my shares. Buying back the shares in the company's name wouldn't make sense either. Where would she get the financial support? 2.2 to 3 billion is no small sum.

But her demeanor and tone didn't seem like she was just trying to intimidate me.

Old Master Xu only sought me out right before his death, not simply for Mom's sake, but because he wanted me to protect Nianxue.

But why wouldn't he entrust her to his children, instead choosing to use an outsider like me? There must be a secret I don't know… "What if I don't agree?"

Wanxia's beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp; I knew this was her true face.

"You probably don't know, but while Dad was still alive, the company already had plans for a larger market. I also had the support of several major shareholders, and we could raise funds through share issuance in just one or two months. But I don't think that would benefit anyone."

Her tone was now extremely cold.

But her plan was very clever; she knew I didn't have the funds for share issuance, and without wanting to break things off, I had no choice but to accept her 'good intentions.' After I sold my shares to her, she and her siblings could recoup some money in the booming market and gain absolute power, unstoppable within the company.

I did lose this battle, but it wasn't enough to make me admit defeat.

Suddenly, a wave of resentment washed over me. Even with Old Xu's generous help, even with over two billion in my hands, I was still being bullied... and still a woman... "I can only relinquish 15% of the shares and resign from my position as vice director, but you must retain your right to attend board meetings, otherwise forget it, how about it, my dear sister?"

The words 'my dear sister' seemed to have a real effect on Wanxia; a complex glint suddenly appeared in her emotionless eyes.

"Sigh... alright. Brother, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

The day after we agreed on the terms, I returned to the company, submitted my resignation, said a few words to Wanxia, and left the company under Chenhui's smug gaze, returning to wait for the board meeting.

But that evening, something unexpected happened.

Around 7 PM, Xingyu suddenly appeared at my apartment.

"...You jerk...you liar...boohoo..."

As soon as I opened the door, she started crying and hitting me with a powder puff.

"What's wrong? Calm down."

"You said... you'd take care of me... but the company... they've already... fired me... waah..."

I was stunned for a moment before I realized what had happened. I shook my head, sighed, and suddenly burst into laughter, which startled Xingyu, causing her to stop crying.

"Hahaha... good, good, good... good indeed, Xu Wanxia!"

I knew in my heart that she was the only one who could have done this. Because Chenhui wouldn't be willing to give up Xingyu, such a capable helper, but Wanxia thought Xingyu knew too much, and she couldn't let me find evidence of Chenhui and Xingyu's affair, otherwise I might turn around and accuse them, although I never thought of using Xingyu's reputation as a tool.

My miscalculation was that I didn't expect her to be so quick and ruthless!

"Don't cry... I always keep my word, I'll take care of your family and sister's affairs."

I gently stroked her face, wiping away her tears.

"Eh... you... know?"

I nodded.

"Um...I'm sorry...I...I was so rude just now...I'm so sorry...I'll listen to you from now on, please help me...otherwise...I..."

I shook my head, my eyes shining with determination.

"Whether you listen to me or not, I will help you. After all, this matter started because of me, and I can't ignore it."

Hearing my resolute words, the little girl's eyes reddened again, and then she hugged me tightly.

"Please rest assured, Zuo Xingyu is yours from today onwards. Pet or slave, whatever you want me to do, I will do it. I will listen to you in everything."

"Have you thought it through? Once you agree to me, I won't let you go easily."

Xingyu hugged me even tighter and gazed at me, her large, captivating eyes answering my question with deep affection.

"I always keep my word, as long as...you don't find me filthy."

I knew she was referring to Chenhui's matter.

"Haha... What do you take me for? I'll just use you as a slave. Are you really sure?"

"Yes... I've decided."

She finished softly, her face flushed, and she lowered her head.

"I didn't hear you very well. And what should you call me now?"

Xingyu's face turned even redder, but a shy yet adorable smile appeared on her face.

"Then... I... I've decided to be your slave, Master."

In mid-June of 1997, in my own home, a man was sitting in my study, studying with me. He was twenty-five years old, with an ordinary and honest appearance, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but his brows exuded a heroic air.

Many years ago, in my former company, I selected two of the most promising young men from among my many subordinates to be my deputies. After several years of careful training and internships, these two gradually showed the demeanor of great generals and became my right-hand men.

However, I never expected that one of them would have an affair with his beloved wife and betray him. That traitor was named Jiang Yue. And the other one was the man before me, Wang Jianyang.

As the saying goes, time will tell. When I was in trouble, he not only refused to accept payment but also felt obligated to help me financially. However, my pride wouldn't allow me to do so with this person who was both my student and friend.

"The market has entered a super high level, and all the big players want to prepare early. But it seems to me that the big storm is still a little while away."

I completely agree with his analysis. In fact, besides us, many other professionals and large corporations are also paying attention to the situation. Since two weeks ago, a new financial and economic force, 'hedge funds,' has been targeting the Thai baht, putting immense pressure on the baht and causing fear among other Asian governments.

They all hope to evacuate before the storm, but while they can escape, they can't escape their homes. In the midst of a booming stock market, they can't withdraw funds from their operating companies, so they can only try to minimize the damage.

But I am different. After selling off a large amount of Nianxue's shares, I have ample funds on hand. And the most convenient thing is its liquidity, so I don't have any worries.

"In my personal opinion, it's possible to make some short-term profits on strong stocks, but..."

I tidied the documents in my hand and smiled slightly at this loyal old comrade.

"Are you worried about not being able to predict the location and time of the attack, and ending up suffering the consequences along with everyone else?"

Jianyang didn't answer, only giving a tacit agreement.

I handed him the documents, and he frowned deeply after reading them. It was my investment distribution table, with only 20% in the strong blue-chip stocks he had suggested, but over 70% was spread across some red-chip stocks that had only been listed before the new year, and the most outrageous part was that I had even taken margin on some penny tech stocks. Given my current net worth, there was absolutely no need for this; it could only be described as insane.

"Boss, isn't this... a bit too much..."

From beginning to end, he addressed me as "boss," and what I appreciated most about him was his willingness to challenge my opinions.

"Jianyang, there's a skill I've never taught you, and I could never teach you to understand—that's intuition."

Seeing his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, I felt a playful sense of satisfaction.

"It's not intuition as most people understand it, but a talent. Human consciousness can be influenced by memory, emotions, preferences, and external factors, leading to flawed judgments. But the subconscious is different. Because of the experiences we've had, this consciousness is imprinted, and in a specific environment, it can be unleashed freely. It's somewhat similar to a conditioned reflex. But the difference is that a conditioned reflex is only a physical reaction, not a conscious thought, while intuition is indeed the brain's process, and its accuracy is higher than normal thinking. So some successful people seem lucky, but the reasons for their success may not even be clear to them."

After I finished explaining my vague insights, Jianyang couldn't refute me.

"Go back and think about it carefully. To succeed in this line of work, you need luck, courage, and intuition."

Actually, after dying once, I felt my previously accurate intuition had become even more frequent and intense. If I had been able to foresee Caiyun and Dad's situation before, would everything be different today? I couldn't help but sigh.

"How are things with the other old subordinates?"

Jianyang, still pondering my words, glanced at me, a confident smile appearing on his face.

"Don't worry, as long as the boss makes a comeback, I'll take care of the personnel."

After contacting him, he's been busy preparing for my new company. But I, the protagonist, have just stayed at home. We talked for a while longer, and then Jianyang left my apartment.

After seeing Jianyang off, I calmly entered the bedroom.

"Ugh?"

A slender, naked female body lay there, her hands and feet firmly bound to the four corners of the bed in a spread-eagle position. A leather blindfold covered her head, obscuring her face, and a gag was stuffed in her mouth.

Two soft leather straps were attached to her thighs, securing a vibrating toy that was inserted directly into her genitals.

This woman had been lying like this in the room next to the study where we had just been discussing things.

Sensing someone entering the room, the woman struggled nervously.

"Ugh..."

I sat on the edge of the bed and pinched the woman's rosy nipples. The woman trembled, and a deep, muffled moan escaped from deep within her throat.

This woman was my first female slave and sex toy, the great beauty Zuo Xingyu. At my request, I gave her enough money for household expenses, and she was willing to stay at my house and be at my beck and call.

For the past two weeks, every morning and afternoon she would review the work-study courses she had neglected in university, and I would give her some practical advice when I had time. But in the evenings, hehe… I would give her a good lesson.

After more than two weeks of this, I really wanted to know how far I had progressed. I took out a pen-shaped recorder from my pocket and turned it on.

“Boss… this thing…”

“Ugh!… Ugh… Ugh… Ugh” A strange voice rang out, and Xingyu struggled frantically, trying to break free of the thick hemp rope, but it was like a dragonfly trying to poke at a pillar.

“With money, you need to find something fun to vent your frustrations now and then. She’s just a prostitute you can play with for a few thousand yuan, hehe… and she’s the kind who specializes in SM. Jianyang, are you interested in fucking her?”

Hearing my words, Xingyu twisted her sexy body like a madwoman, and I could almost feel tears streaming down her large eyes under the leather blindfold.

Xingyu is different from ordinary young girls. She used to be a well-educated young lady with a strict upbringing, and she has a strong sense of shame. The biggest problem in training her into a highly obedient female slave is how to break down her excessive pride and make her understand my care for her. In my observation, the best method is to use special voyeurism.

But what’s giving me the biggest headache right now is her confidence. Because she suffered a sudden family tragedy, and then Xu Chenhui, whom she always regarded as incompetent, used despicable means to take her virginity, this left an irreparable scar in her heart.

Her loss of confidence indirectly affected her work ability, which is also a great loss for me. To restore her confidence and make her obey me again is indeed a very difficult challenge.

The recorder started up again.

"No... Fu Sheng... I don't think it's good..."

"It's alright, I know you're loyal to your wife. If you're interested, it wouldn't be a bad thing to touch her a few times." ...I think... I could actually apply to be a radio announcer.

"Ugh..."

I smiled bitterly as I watched Xingyu shake her head repeatedly. Actually, I wouldn't push her too hard; I didn't want any negative effects so quickly.

"Don't look like that... I won't force you on this. Jianyang, you can sit here and enjoy it. Consider it adding some fun for me."

"...Okay, boss."

My hand moved to the toy that was penetrating Xingyu, and I shook it a few times by the handle. Immediately following this was her body twitching and moaning. Her snow-white body was already flushed red, and a thin layer of sweat clung to her skin. I then teased her erect nipples with my fingers until they were as hard as small cones.

"Jianyang, look at these nipples, so erect and hard. No wonder she's a prostitute, she really is a slut. Even when bound and gagged by a man, she gets this aroused."

"Ugh..."

Xingyu shook her head in denial, but holding her breast, I could feel how fast and strong her heartbeat was.

This tactic worked! Thinking someone was watching, she was even more excited than usual. I took her lovely nipple into my mouth, gently teasing it with my tongue. I heard her let out a soft moan, then her limbs gave up struggling. After a few teasing moments, I very carefully bit it with my teeth and gently rubbed it a few times. Her muscles tensed slightly and then relaxed, showing she felt pleasure rather than pain.

"...Ugh..."

Xingyu's reaction was better than I expected; two weeks of training had yielded results. Matching her breathing rhythm, I gently stroked her armpits, also soothing her other neglected nipple.

Prompted by her accelerated and rapid breathing, I turned the vibrator to its fastest speed.

"Ugh!"

Her delicate body trembled, followed by a graceful sway of her 23-inch waist.

I put my mouth to her ear and blew a breath into it; she shivered several times as if under a spell.

“My friend doesn’t seem to care about you, but don’t embarrass your master.”

Before leaving, I kissed her smooth earlobe.

I quietly walked to the other side of the bed, took out another cassette tape from my pocket, and gently inserted it into the player.

“Jianyang, come and touch it. A few touches won’t hurt, right?”

“Well… okay.”

I placed my palm on Xingyu’s jade-like thigh, lightly caressing her all the way down to her calf.

“Ugh…”

She was still nervous, but clearly no longer struggling, and seemed even more excited by my haphazard caresses. Letting a stranger touch her body, and not being able to see anything herself, was enough to excite her.

I moved from her calf back to her thigh, and then up to her clitoris. Her body trembled more violently, and a little more fluid seeped between her labia and the toy.

The unruly caresses continued to her chest, and Xingyu breathed heavily through her mouth, causing her chest to rise and fall, yet it was incredibly alluring.

I dared not caress that sensitive spot, fearing she would recognize me, so I only gently pressed and played with her bouncy flesh with my palm. Then, I used the first joint of my index and middle fingers to pinch her nipple and pull it slightly upwards.

Watching Xingyu's intoxicating body turn from white to red, I knew she couldn't wait any longer.

"Jianyang, are you really not going to do her? Her figure is really nice."

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Xingyu whimpered twice, but didn't shake her head or struggle anymore. I was very satisfied with her performance. She didn't shake her head anymore because she didn't want to embarrass me, and those two whimpers were a hint that she didn't want to have sex with anyone other than me.

If she could do it with anyone else casually, then she was just a sex doll pursuing desire.

But what I wanted was a flesh-and-blood, intelligent, sensible slave who could remain chaste for me and strictly obey me; otherwise, nothing would be meaningful.

"Jianyang, sit back down. Let me enjoy this woman and see just how lewd she really is."

"Well... okay."

I took off my clothes and took the toy out of Xingyu's body. After using a pillow to raise her buttocks, I aimed and thrust straight in.

"Ugh..."

Her head tilted back, revealing several blue veins on her fair neck. I couldn't hold back any longer and began thrusting relentlessly.

"So good, this slut's cunt is so tight."

There were no unnecessary movements, no nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; I just kept pushing, honestly doing it.

Xingyu, caught in my trap, was even wilder and more frenzied than usual. She moved every part of her body as much as possible to cooperate with me, and her mouth, with the gag in her mouth, spat out saliva with each cry.

After countless thrusts, we both trembled violently.

"Ah..."

I cried out and ejaculated inside Xingyu's hot body.

"Ugh..."

Xingyu's waist arched high to enjoy the pleasure I was giving her. After I caught my breath, I ripped the blindfold off Xingyu's face.

"Ugh!..."

She immediately turned her head to the side.

I gently cupped her pretty face in my hands, gazing at her as I removed the bridle from her mouth. She glanced sideways, then looked puzzled.

I chuckled and waved the pen-shaped recorder on the bedside table in front of her. She suddenly understood and broke into an innocent, adorable smile.

"...Master...you're so naughty."

Seeing her expression—a mixture of shyness, anger, and a hint of coquetry—I smiled and kissed her.

In mid-July, after investing hundreds of thousands, my new company was temporarily established, named Eagle Trust. Eagle, soaring in the embrace of the sky. Trust, the opposite of betrayal.

I also established my own fund, which I directly controlled. Simultaneously, I appointed Jianyang as the company's executive vice-director and allocated him five percent of the company's shares. At this time, although the Hong Kong stock market was booming, the volatility of individual stocks, especially red chips, was even more exaggerated. Daily fluctuations in red chips exceeded thirty percent, while blue chips reached twenty percent. Such a situation was unprecedented since Hong Kong's opening to foreign trade. But of course, for someone like me who can mobilize hundreds of millions, even billions, it's the perfect opportunity to create a market and make a fortune.

"Boss, your intuition is amazing. We can easily double our money in less than a month. If this continues, we could even buy Hong Kong!"

My strategy was correct; semi-powerful red-chip stocks became the new targets of speculators. After making a huge profit, I didn't seem as happy as I'd expected.

"How long do you think this unusual situation will last?"

I looked at him, not really expecting an answer.

"...I'm not as good as you, boss..."

I lowered my head and remained silent.

"Keep an eye on things for me..."

After saying that, I leisurely left the company.

That evening, I enjoyed watching a DVD and drinking wine at home. After leaving the company, I spent the entire afternoon shopping with Xingyu.

She's going to America tomorrow afternoon for several weeks. Will I get used to not having her around?

I guess I will; I'm a quiet person anyway.

It was my idea for her to go to America this time. I want her to go back to university and make up for the courses she didn't finish back then.

Originally, I just wanted to buy her a degree, but she didn't seem to like that. Of course, I won't let her stay too long; she can just go back at the end of the semester to submit her thesis and take her oral exam. Since she's leaving tomorrow, I won't let her off the hook tonight.

"My name is Zuo Xingyu. From this day forward, I will become Master Fu Tian's slave. My body and mind will be completely devoted to my master, and I will obey him for the rest of my life. This is the slave contract I have signed..."

The DVD playing on the television was one I produced myself, filmed a few days ago by Xingyu at my command. The contract was a genuine legal document. On the screen, Xingyu, except for a neck ring, was completely naked, squatting on a table. Her legs were spread in an M-shape, her hands freely spreading her most mysterious female private parts towards the camera. The camera clearly showed her clitoris, the inner vulva, and the urethra.

A signed contract lay on the table in front of her.

Xingyu's expression, though embarrassed, held a hint of joy as she smiled at the camera.

"I hereby bear witness that I, Zuo Xingyu, voluntarily become my master's slave, and consider this the glory of my life. As long as my master does not despise me, I will serve him for life. Before my master, neither my body nor my mind holds any secrets, and I will provide my master with the greatest pleasure."

I drank my wine with satisfaction, looking at her in the electrical box, and couldn't help but smile.

"...Ugh..."

Xingyu herself was at my feet.

Today I don't need a slave to serve me, so I'll just use her as my carpet.

She's wearing a red collar and crimson stockings...just like a red carpet.

Her hands are bound to her waist with red cotton rope, and she has a gag with a piston in her mouth. She lies motionless on the ground.

"Xingyu, it seems you're more suitable as a carpet. Next time I'll give you a carpet contract...ha...ha."

Hearing my mockery, she just frowned slightly and turned her head away.

My large feet were already comfortably placed on her soft, smooth breasts and lower abdomen.

"Watch TV!"

Xingyu didn't dare disobey me and quickly turned to look at the footage of her swearing her oath to become a slave.

"How was the filming? I'm quite satisfied; at least all your secrets, big and small, were filmed."

"Ugh..."

Although she's been trained for over a month, it's impossible to be completely shameless, otherwise it wouldn't be fun.

And that question that makes my head spin the most still has no clue. I playfully rubbed my feet against her rosy nipples, even pinching them with my toes.

"You get excited even as a carpet? Looking at your usual dignified demeanor, no one would guess you're this perverted."

My rough male feet rubbed against her smooth skin, and sometimes I even teased her nostrils with my little toes.

After getting tired of playing with my feet, I opened the valve in her mouth and poured the wine from my glass down her throat.

"...Ugh...cough cough..."

After she drank about half a glass, I picked up the bottle and poured a little into the space between her bound legs.

Afraid of the alcohol entering her body, but unable to move under my feet, her body only trembled slightly.

Soon, the strong liquor took effect, and her beautiful, flushed body swayed involuntarily.

"Do you want it?"

Xingyu looked at me with tearful, pitiful eyes and nodded slightly. I picked out a vibrating egg from the pile of toys and placed it between her legs, letting her clamp it between her labia. I turned on the vibrating egg and ignored Xingyu's increasingly violent writhing as I continued watching the DVD.

"Ugh...ugh..."

"It's too noisy, stop writhing!"

I angrily stomped lightly on her lower abdomen, and she immediately fell silent. Amidst the television and soft moans, I let her tender white body support my feet as I enjoyed the wine in my hand.

A dozen minutes later, after I finished watching the DVD, Xingyu was also tormented to the point of wishing for death.

I knew she had been on the verge of unbearable excitement for a long time, so I removed the reins from her mouth.

"What do you want? Speak clearly."

"...Ha...please give me...Master's treasure...insert it into Xingyu's flesh hole...please...Master."

"Is a carpet worthy of my precious treasure?"

"...No...Xingyu is not worthy...so I beg Master...to do me a favor...give it to Xingyu...please."

Hearing Xingyu's words, I knew she understood the self-awareness of a slave...in fact, she was extremely intelligent.

"Ah..."

Seeing me pick her up and kiss her red lips, Xingyu's girlish expression of surprise and joy revealed her boundless happiness; her beauty was truly indescribable.

"Xingyu, are you happy now?"

Changing my attitude, I suddenly soothed her in a very gentle tone.

"...Yes...Xingyu is very happy...Thank you, Master...It's true...Thank you so much..."

I smiled, kissed her again, and carried her back to the bedroom.

After seeing Xingyu off, every day was nothing but work. I kept an eye on the Hong Kong stock market while gathering intelligence from Jianyang. I sat alone in my study, looking at the information from various sources, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Accurately predicting the movements of hedge funds was extremely difficult; one wrong move and I could lose both principal and interest. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I emailed Jianyang to collect foreign exchange data from Singapore and Taiwan over the past few dozen days, as well as stock market information from the US market.

While compiling this information, I suddenly felt as if I had grasped something. But when I tried to investigate it more closely, it felt somewhat elusive.

I called Jianyang and pointed out the importance of keeping an eye on Xingtai, and he did as I instructed. It seemed time to adjust our direction; the target shouldn't be as simple as just locking onto its target.

On the fourth night after Xingyu left, a weekend evening, I felt a bit down. I left my apartment and went alone to a nearby pub to see if I could come up with any new ideas.

Inside, I sat down, ordered a tequila, and looked around at the other customers. There were several women, but not many who caught my eye.

One extremely beautiful woman sat alone at a bar table, drinking. But experienced men wouldn't dare approach her, as she seemed uninterested in men.

I watched with amusement as a few reckless young men walked over, only to be taught a lesson, of course.

At another table against the wall, there were several people—three men and two women. The men seemed to be thugs, while the two women were quite attractive. Especially the one sitting in the middle, with brown hair, a lovely smile, and bright eyes, exuded youthful energy.

The girl noticed me looking at her and smiled sweetly at me. However, the man next to her seemed unhappy. After nodding, I continued drinking alone. Generally, I wouldn't actively seduce other people's women.

A few minutes later, a man walked up to me.

"Hey buddy, come over here, my boss has something to say to you."

I recognized him as one of the people at the table earlier; he looked like he was still underage.

"What is it? Let him come over and tell me directly."

These brats, I didn't provoke you, but you provoked me first.

When I was still struggling in Bafuqin, I already had several friends from both the underworld and legitimate circles as clients. While we weren't exactly close, money talks, and if I offered them something, I could easily get them to do what I asked, especially the underworld guys.

Hearing my answer, the young man's face flushed red and then paled, because he couldn't figure out my background. He went back to whisper to the blond youth who seemed to be the leader, and I was also calculating what to do next.

Suddenly, I saw that cute little girl smile at me again, and I felt like I understood something. The blond man led the other two thugs towards me.

"Old friend, where are you from?"

"Not really, just know a few underworld bosses. Did I offend you there?"

Hearing my answer, the youth's face darkened, and he thought for a moment.

"You were watching my girl closely, weren't you?"

I knew he was forced to use this plausible but utterly pointless excuse because he couldn't save face. Fine, let's make him even more embarrassed.

"So what?"

"...Do you even know who I am?"

It was that same stupid thug line again. He wasn't anything special, otherwise he wouldn't only have two henchmen with him.

"I just drink here. I don't care who you are. Besides, every man here looks at women. Do you think I'd kill someone just because they look? I don't think you're the boss of this area, are you?"

The blond youth was pale with anger, but he couldn't do anything to me.

"Anyone who takes a fancy to my girl has to ask me first. Are you provoking me, old friend?"

I glanced at the girl, then at the youth. I noticed the others were observing us.

"Hehehe...Since you say so, fine. I'll pretend I've taken a fancy to your girl. This old man will play a game with you."

The youth looked wary, and the others became interested in what I was saying. I took out a spare check from my pocket, wrote the amount on it, and signed it.

"The game is simple. We take turns hitting each other on the head with an empty glass bottle. The one who doesn't break loses, the first one to fall down loses, the one who dodges loses... hehe... of course, the one who needs help loses. If I win, your girl is mine, and if you win, this check is yours, how about it?"

I handed him the check.

"One... one million?"

His face changed drastically, and he almost ran to count the check. The two thugs next to him and the others cheered, and the girl ran over nervously.

"Forget it, he didn't do anything, let's go."

But the young man thought and thought, but stubbornly refused to let go of the check. He looked to be only under twenty, and didn't seem like a big shot. This was probably the first time he'd had such a large sum of money.

"...Nonsense... shut up, I have points. I accept your challenge!"

The others immediately clapped and cheered.

"Wait... I can get the money out anytime, but what if your girl doesn't come with me if I win?"

Seeing his greedy expression, I knew he was bound to lose. I wasn't worried about him refusing; after all, he was younger and probably thought he had a better chance of winning at any game.

"Hey, get your wallet out."

The girl was startled and stared at her male companion. However, she pulled out her wallet with a mixture of surprise and fear.

"There's your ID and other things in there. If you win, you won't have to worry about her leaving with you."

I thought to myself, you're going to lose big time.

We handed the check and wallet to the bartender, and I gave him five hundred dollars to buy bottles.

"I'll let you go first."

My eyes suddenly turned cold as I looked at him. The young man didn't say a word, took out a bottle, and smashed it down on my head.

A loud "clang!" followed, and a sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to stumble back half a step. The bottle shattered on the floor. Still a little dizzy, I shook my head violently. I glanced at him coldly, then silently grabbed a bottle and aimed it at his temple

, slamming it down. Another loud "clang!"—this time, he stumbled back a step. He finally came to his senses, glaring at me angrily.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

For some reason, I suddenly felt excited and gestured for him to come closer.

He became enraged and, disregarding the consequences, pulled out the bottle and swung it at me. Another sharp pain shot through me, and this time I stumbled back a step. At the same time, I realized I was excited by the 'pain,' a feeling similar to the anticipation I felt during my suicide attempt.

Several seconds later, I finally regained my footing. Then, smiling at him, I picked up the bottle and walked towards him.

I deliberately walked slowly, partly to enjoy his terrified expression, and partly to inflict fear on him.

Aiming for the same spot, another slam!

Even with the same exploding bottle, the temple must be more painful than the skull.

This time, he stumbled back three steps before finally managing to stand still. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he looked at me with a horrified expression, unsure whether to come back. I guess this was the first time he'd encountered a madman like me.

"Hey, it's your turn to hit me now, are you going to wait?"

I provoked him again.

He gritted his teeth, shook his head violently a few times, and took out a third bottle, smashing it down on me.

My mind went blank for a moment.

I took three or four steps back, a strong dizziness suddenly washing over me, and I felt a little wetness on my forehead—probably blood. My body involuntarily crouched down. I took four deep breaths and slowly stood up.

The feeling of death stirred up my ferocity. A cunning smile appeared on my lips, my eyes brimming with undisguised madness and excitement.

The people around me were stunned by my reaction, and the young man was utterly terrified. He probably regretted provoking me now.

My hand gripped the bottle neck tightly, my eyes fixed on him with a cold, ruthless gaze. Seeing my fierce approach, he instinctively moved back, but this only gave me more room to charge forward. The force of the impact, combined with the strength of his waist and arms, slammed into his temple again from the wine bottle.

With a "thud," the young man staggered back four or five steps. When he finally managed to regain his footing, his upper body was still swaying precariously. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he swayed a few times before finally collapsing.

As cheers erupted around us, the two thugs were terrified out of their wits, and the poor girl was now ashen-faced, wondering what would become of her in the hands of a madman like me.

I retrieved my checks and wallet from the bartender and wiped away the traces of blood.

"Let's go."

The girl paused, lowered her head, and followed me tremblingly out of the bar.

Postscript: Returning to Brother Hei's question, the character settings are as follows: Fu Tian 29 years old, Zuo Xingyu 22 (and a half) years old, Xu Wanxia 23 (and a half) years old, Pan Caiyun 28 (and a half) years old, Jiang Yue 23 (and a half) years old, Xu Chenhui 22 years old.
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