"Take her to the room. We can't afford to offend the man tonight. Did you drug her?"

"How much resistance can a woman have? It's more exciting without the drug..."

In her daze, Mu Liangyan heard the voices of two men.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw an unfamiliar environment: she was seemingly in a long corridor of some clubhouse, with magnificent decoration on both sides. The two men, who had been speaking, were dragging her forward.

Mu Liangyan was somewhat confused.

Just a moment ago, she was a formidable boss, leading her subordinates in a fierce fight, taking her last breath on the brink of death, but the next moment... she found herself in such a disreputable place?

She glanced down at the thin veil she was wearing, then looked up at the strange little face reflected in the glazed wall. Mu Liangyan could only draw two conclusions.

Either, she had been reborn, reincarnated in someone else's body;

Or, she had become a ghost, possessing another person's body.

This was truly bizarre...

"Behave yourself!" The man beside her unhesitatingly kicked her as his thoughts slowed him down. He led her to a door of a private room, lowered his voice and threatened, "If you don't please the boss, I'll kill you." With that, he pushed her in.

"!" Mu Liangyan stumbled but managed to keep her balance. Before she could react, the door behind her closed.

And inside the room...

"As long as Mr. Fu is willing to show us favor, give us a chance to cooperate…" In the secluded space, a man was persuasively speaking to someone on the couch with his back to her. Upon the sound of the door opening, he immediately stopped talking and turned to look at her.

Then, he waved at her with a joyous expression on his face, "Here's our newly arrived chick, want to have a try?"

"Hey!" Mu Liangyan wanted to outburst, realizing her voice was hoarse and uncomfortable. Her original angry shout now sounded more like a mewling kitten.

Meanwhile, the flattering man had walked up to her, forcefully pushing her shoulder, "Our rooms are soundproof... Mr. Fu, take your time."

With a meaningful smile, the man left the room and closed the door.

The private room fell silent.

In the room where soft music was playing, there were only two people left. With the help of the dimly lit room, Mu Liangyan turned to look at the man sitting on the sofa--

A man, mostly hidden in the shadows.

He was tall, his long legs crossed, leaning comfortably and coldly on the back of the sofa. He was dressed in a formal suit, exuding a cold and dark aura.

"Stay here for a while before leaving; you don't have to do anything." He started to speak as the door closed, his voice deep, pleasant but distant. He leaned forward slightly, his long fingers reaching for the wine glass on the table, "I won't trouble you."

"Uh, well..." Mu Liangyan wanted to negotiate with him about an early leave as she still had urgent matters to attend to, but when she saw his face, she paused in surprise.

Such a small world it is for enemies to meet!

She recognized the man in front of her --

Fu Sicheng, her sworn enemy.

This man was resourceful and fearless, soon after returning to the country, he had built up substantial power. He was regarded as a threat by many. Not long ago, he set her up badly at a feast, she remembered that grudge vividly!

Now she's dead and her sworn enemy still lives a carefree life.

How could this be endured?

She has wanted to get rid of him several times already. How could she miss this opportunity?

"Have we met before?" Before he made any moves, Fu Sicheng had already sensed some anomaly. His eyes darted between being sharp and dark, questioning as if it's the most natural thing to do, yet hitting right on the spot, "Where does your hostility towards me come from?"

Mu Liangyan squints her eyes coldly: hostility? If he knew who she was, he would probably have pulled out a gun, yet he still asks where it comes from!

So that's how it is, then she shouldn't be polite either—"How nasty! Mr. Fu, you’re blaming me for no reason!" Suppressing her malicious intent, she said flippantly, "Since I'm here, why not play?"

She walks awkwardly towards the sofa, regardless of his stern expression, and flips her thin veil.

“I said, you don't need to do anything,” he reminded, his voice as icy as ever.

Ignoring Fu Sicheng’s warning, Mu Liangyan kept moving, her peripheral vision locked onto a fruit knife on the table. She tried to bend over to pick it up, but her long hair came tumbling down, obstructing much of her sight.

...Not happening. This is just too inconvenient!

"Wait for me for a moment," Her heart clenched, but she kept a sweet smile. As she spoke, she begins to tie up her hair.

The room didn't contain any hair ties, so she hastily ripped a piece of veil from her clothing and slowly bound her hair behind her head.

A large portion of her skin was exposed, but she didn't care; it wasn't even her body anyway. She boldly sat down next to him.

"Get out." The individual in front of him has darkened his expression to an extent that was no longer bearable. Fighting to keep his cool, he finally blurted out this sentence. His wintry demeanor was a warning of his imminent explosion.

"What, Mr. Fu? Not responding? Are you not capable?" Mu Liangyan spoke mockingly, facing his wrath head-on. Then, her eyes abruptly chilled, "Then how about……you reincarnate and start from scratch!"

As she spoke, she pulled out the dagger from the fruit tray, aiming directly for his throat.

This stab, somehow, intended to disable half of his body!

However, this body was not as useful as she had imagined, both its speed and ferocity lagging half a beat. Thus, she clearly saw Fu Sicheng's complexion tighten as he agilely dodged.

Not good!

Mu Liangyan's mind tensed, a sharp pain transmitting from her wrist the next second. He caught hold of her wrist, turned his hand, and pressed her down onto the low table.

"We bear no grudges against each other." He spoke from behind her, his tone chilling, "Why do you want to kill me?"

The pressure increased, causing her to groan in pain. She could only hold on, barely managing not to drop the dagger.

"Master Fu... interesting indeed!" She gasped, trying to steady her breath, "In the nine districts and fourteen realms of Haicheng, there are many who want to kill you, yet you still ask why?"

For so many years, Haicheng had been chaotic, with different factions holding separate tenures, like well water not infringing on river water. Yet, with his arrival, he stirred up muddy water and caused turbulence in the established stakes. Was he totally oblivious?

Mu Liangyan moved slightly.

She attempted to break free, seeking a chance to counterattack.

"What... did you say?" What she queried made him pause noticeably, also loosening his grip significantly.

Seizing this opportunity, Mu Liangyan twirled the fruit knife with an unfathomable angle, slicing towards Fu Sicheng once again.

This was her unique skill.

She started her career as a black market doctor, deftly handling surgical knives in her past life. Now, as a revived soul, wielding a fruit knife, it seemed only natural.

Fu Sicheng had no choice but to let go.

However, this time his move was noticeably slower. Even when he stepped back, he was still grazed by the blade. The knife traced his wrist, a scarlet trail of blood immediately trickled down his slender fingers.

"How could you learn this?" He seemed not to care at all, not even glancing at his hand, his eyes anxiously fixed on her. "Who exactly are you?"

"When you're being assassinated, asking the identity of your assassin seems naive, isn't it, Mr. Fu?" Mu Liangyan sneered, flexing her wrist, ready to continue her mockery, "And moreover..."

"Who are you?" But Fu Sicheng, interrupting her taunts, suddenly lashed out, knocked out her weapon, and clamped onto her throat. He seemed to have gone mad, losing control as he obsessively sought answers, "Who allowed you to mimic her techniques?"

"Ugh…" Her head buzzed, her brain instantly deprived of oxygen.

Her body was almost lifted off the ground; she struggled a few times, all in vain. She could not hear what he was saying, but she felt the life force draining from her body, the closeness of death became so palpable...

"Mr. Fu! Mr. Fu!" He seemed resolute to condemn her, it was only when the urgent knocks on the door were heard that he was slightly distracted.

Mu Liangyan, employing all her remaining strength, kicked at him.

"Bang!"

The instant the door was thrust open, she hit the ground. Seeing a group of people coming in, she ignored the pain in her body, scurried up to the window, and jumped...

Retreat first, she decided.

Her sneak attack just now was ineffective., now that so many people had arrived, she already knew it will be even harder.

"Mr. Fu, we have some results..." The person rushing in was Jiang, the assistant. He initially had urgent news to report, but was taken aback upon seeing the scene in the room, "Who was that? Are you injured?"

He quickly made his way to the window, only to be met by the vast expanse of the night. Anxiously, he pulled back, arranging for people to initiate the search and others to get the first-aid kit.

"Find her." Fu Sicheng calmly dropped his gaze to where clear footprints marked his previously clean pants leg.

"Yes." Jiang Tezhu nodded vehemently.

Of course, anyone who dared to harm young master Fu wouldn't escape unscathed.

His mind was filled with thoughts of retribution, until the person before him spoke again -

"Jiang She," he stopped him, his gaze far-reaching, backing a somber undertone, "the term 'Ninth District, Fourteenth World', how many years has it been?"

"Th-three years." Jiang Tezhu stiffened, the first-aid kit almost slipping from his grasp. He didn't know what to say, so he just murmured a piece of advice, "It's been so long... let it go."

Three years...

Stop waiting, she's not coming back.