Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Inside the Dragon Tide Pavilion, a graceful figure, enveloped in swirling smoke, abruptly returned to a room on the second floor.

"Xiao Du."

She called out softly, and Mr. Du, who was curled up and dozing on a chair in the lobby of Longchao Pavilion, suddenly jolted awake. With a few quick leaps, he arrived at the room on the second floor.

Master Du smelled the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, glanced at the blurry figure hidden behind the screen behind the wide-open door, and then, filled with trepidation, prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing respectfully in response to the voice:

"Boss, you're back?"

"Hmm~"

The woman behind the screen, the owner of the Mirage Shop, exhaled a puff of smoke and asked in a charming yet languid voice:

"Where's Xiaotong? It's so late, hasn't she come back yet?"

"Replying to the boss, she came back once, but went out again not long ago. I guess she went off somewhere to have some fun again. She's always like this after completing a commission."

"Does she have that kind of money? Where could she go to have fun?"

"...At your request, boss, I deliberately allocated an extra 29 square coins to her this month."

"Only twenty?"

"Boss, as you know, Longchao Pavilion's financial situation is... and most of the money has been used by you to gather all sorts of information...? I've said too much, please forgive me."

"Hmm... alright~ She'll have to put up with this for a while longer. Once I catch that ancient dragon in this trip, everything will be fine."

"..."

Master Du broke out in a cold sweat again, marveling at Boss Shen's incredible abilities; the legendary ancient dragon realm had become something she could conjure up effortlessly.

"I wonder why the boss has summoned me here?"

Xiao Du asked, "This boss's memory isn't very good. Sometimes when he's giving instructions, he goes off-topic and forgets about it. He thinks he didn't give instructions for things he did, and vice versa."

However, when it comes to important matters, whether or not he gives instructions, things always develop in the direction that Boss Shen wants, which makes Master Du unsure of what to do—he always feels that Boss Shen has a mysterious and unpredictable air about him, as if he can calculate everything perfectly.

Oh, right.

Boss Shen then realized that she had almost finished her cigarette and then kicked Xiao Du out...

"The Zhenlong Division and the Qianxiang Society have been quite active in Zhongpu lately..."

"It seems that some important figure from the Yu family in the Wuli District has also come over..."

"And then suddenly a very powerful 'giant' was unearthed in Qinmin District, a group we'd never heard of before but whose traces were everywhere—the Min family..."

“I became very interested in this family as soon as it was exposed. According to my investigation, the next leader of the Min family seems to have been determined, and in the near future, he is very likely to appear in Zhongpu…”

"In short, things are going to get chaotic in Nakaura. Let them fight it out, that's how we'll have a chance... Tell Kotomi to keep a low profile lately and not get involved."

The figure of Boss Shen, hiding behind the screen, stretched slightly, a glint of intriguing light flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Du understands. I will give her the instructions when Tong comes back."

Master Du nodded in agreement, but couldn't help feeling a little worried, as if a storm was brewing. Although the Dragon Tide Pavilion wasn't a major power and its influence was limited, if the storm really came to Zhongpu, it would be difficult for any power to easily extricate itself from the situation.

"Alright, that's all. You can go now."

The door to Boss Shen's room slammed shut, and soon after, the sound of splashing water could be heard.

"Yes."

Old Master Du's eyes were unfathomable. He quickly went back downstairs and curled up to sleep again.

Difficult!

I, Lao Du, am just a cat, yet I spend all my time managing such a huge business for the boss, meticulously calculating every penny. It's worn me out...

Sorrow!

If things are already this bad, and something even bigger is about to happen in this remote corner of Nakaura Ward—then I really need to get some more sleep.

Otherwise, it would shed even more fur.

....................................

Unfortunately, it seems that Boss Shen's reminder came a little too late.

Inside Kowloon Residence, in room 909 of the Dragon King Suite.

Min Moyou took another step closer, almost pressing her entire body against Tong's.

Tong dared not retreat at all. Not only was there a sharp blade pressed against her lower back, but she didn't even dare to make the slightest movement. After her little scheme was exposed, Nightingale even placed a short knife against her carotid artery.

The blade grazed Tong's skin, the icy touch carrying a sharp killing intent that shot straight to Tong's forehead.

Through the corner of his eye, Tong could vaguely see that the blade of the knife was dark purple, reflecting a matte blackish-green sheen under the light!

It looks like it's been coated with poison...

′???`？

Tong has no idea what she has done to deserve such "strict protection" from the older sister behind her!

Min Moyou pressed himself against her, and the first to feel his intense heat was Tong's prominent breasts.

They were almost touching toe, and Tong's chest was squeezed out of shape, but her soft embrace could not soften Min Moyou's tough attitude.

"Can you undress me now? If not, I'll teach you myself."

Nightingale also cooperated by moving the dagger that was resting on Hitomi's major artery a little away, and seemingly deliberately placed the dagger within Hitomi's field of vision so that Hitomi could clearly see her blatant threat.

"Yes...yes..."

Tong trembled as she agreed, gently raising her hand and placing it on Min Moyou's suit jacket. She then gently unbuttoned the jacket and finally gently pulled it off...

Why gently?

Because if she made even the slightest movement, Nightingale's weapon would pierce her flesh.

In fact, after Tong complied, Nightingale deliberately withdrew the dagger controlling Tong a little distance, leaving Tong room to maneuver.

Min Moyou also cooperated by opening her arms wide.

However, these details were overlooked by Tong due to her intense mental state.

Tong, holding the suit jacket she had just taken off Min Moyou, asked with her eyes: Where should I put it?

Min Moyou replied, "Whatever."

Tong casually tossed the suit onto the bed.

"Ok?"

The nightingale let out a disgruntled nasal sound.

Immediately, Tong felt the dagger pressed against her lower back, moving closer and closer, seemingly cutting the back of her bathrobe...

"I made a mistake! I made a mistake! I... I'll go and tidy up..."

Tong felt the sharpness of the Nightingale's weapon even more acutely, and immediately, from the bottom of her heart, she made the French friendship gesture with both hands.

She pointed to the suit on the bed, slowly moved to the edge of the bed, then slowly bent down, using almost all her wisdom about folding clothes, and finally folded it into an ugly square...

Didn't you say it was fine...?

Why is she getting so angry?!

Tong looked at Min Moyou with a wronged expression—

Say something!

Why don't you say a few words for me?

"Reorganize! Fold Master's clothes neatly!"

The nightingale spoke at the opportune moment, coldly rebuking Tong, giving her no chance to convey any information to her master through her eyes.

Clearly, Nightingale, though "not saying it," had been dissatisfied with Hitomi for a long time.

Every one of the six members of their group wanted to climb the phoenix branch and become Min Moyou's concubine.

Her eyes flickered and she turned her head—she couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that Min Moyou was so cruel!

Min Moyou looked into Tong's pitiful eyes, but faced with such a loyal subordinate, Min Moyou could only helplessly shrug.

"Alright, Nightingale."

"It's just a piece of clothing, worth several million Nine Square Coins. I always throw it away as soon as it gets dirty."

"There's no need to make things difficult for her."

"I'm still waiting here for her to help me undress."

Nightingale sheathed her sword and stood a meter away from Hitomi, but her eyes still held a warning in them as she stared at her.

"Yes, Master."

Having escaped the threat, Tong felt completely limp, almost collapsing onto the floor—she was broken, truly broken....

Even when her bathrobe, partially covering her chest, revealed a small opening, Tong didn't notice—if she didn't cool down soon, she feared her soaring adrenaline would overwhelm her little head.

"What are you waiting for? Come here."

"Squeak squeak squeak... I understand..."

Min Moyou called out softly, and Tong dared not act rashly any longer, moving her body step by step to Min Moyou's side.

Next, let's talk about what to wear underneath the suit...

Tong could even vaguely see Min Moyou's firm muscles through the close-fitting clothes.

She stretched out her trembling hands and placed them on the first button below Min Moyou's Adam's apple.

In the instant she was unbuttoning her shirt, Tong's fingers unknowingly rested on Min Moyou's Adam's apple—damn it, why are these buttons so tight?! They're so hard to undo!

Min Moyou chuckled mischievously, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and touched Tong's finger.

"ah--"

Tong was startled!

In his panic, he used his superhuman strength as a dragon's offspring to tear the first and second buttons of Min Moyou's inner garment, and only stopped when the collar was open.

"What...what are you doing!?"

"Swallow. What, aren't you going to swallow?"

How could Min Moyou say that his dry mouth and thirst were caused by his eyes unconsciously glancing at the wide-open cervical gate, which triggered his body's stress response?

But he won't tell.

"Gulu——"

A loud swallowing sound came from Tong's throat, and Tong's gaze couldn't help but lock onto Min Moyou's collar—

Hilarious! She's also an older single woman, and the most scantily clad male she's ever been around is Mr. Du; all the men around her are completely covered up...

It seems like Hitomi hasn't seen a man this scantily clad since kindergarten...

What are you doing? Are you hungry again?

Min Moyou stared at Tong's throat with a half-smile.

"Hungry... I didn't do anything! I was just swallowing my saliva..."

"Then why aren't we continuing? How long do I have to wait for you to let me take a shower? You can't even do such a small thing right."

"You...! I...!? I understand, I understand..."

If you want to take a shower, then take off your clothes and go wash yourself!

But just as she was about to utter those uncivilized words, Tong suddenly felt that familiar sharp sensation in her lower back return!

He had no choice but to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and dejectedly approached Min Moyou as if resigned to his fate.

Let's finish this quickly!

This is so embarrassing!!!

Tong looked up and saw Min Moyou's collarbone clearly—the lines were smooth and deep, like a finely sculpted work of art, appearing and disappearing in the light and shadow, exuding a sexy and elegant charm...

"Gulu..."

Oh no, I'm getting a little hungry...

Bah! What a spineless coward!

Wake up, you idiot!!

Tong forced herself to stop focusing on Min Moyou's collarbone and instead put her attention on the buttons she was about to undo. Her gaze followed the movement of his eyes, but unconsciously focused on the top of the third button—