Yu Aotian, the leader of Japan's most powerful black-market organization, Yulong Society, was a name that struck fear across the nation. In the political and business worlds, no one dared cross him. A single stomp from him could seemingly shake the entire country.
His cruelty and dominance were beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Anyone bold enough to offend him would face not only death but a slow, torturous demise. As for women, they were nothing more than toys to him—discarded after a single use. Despite this, countless women threw themselves at him like moths to a flame.
And now, was Luo Yaoyao here to offer herself willingly? Ha… hahaha… How could she have been so foolish as to mistake this mafia kingpin for an escort? This wasn't just a mistake—it was digging her own grave!
Yu Aotian turned to glance at the subordinate who had entered the room. His eyes darkened, and in a flash, he closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, he delivered a harsh slap across the man's face.
"Boss Yu…"
Before the subordinate could react, Yu followed up with a merciless kick.
Oh my god…
Yu Aotian's cruelty towards his own men was terrifying. Yaoyao watched the scene unfold, trembling in fear.
The subordinate was sent flying several meters before crashing heavily into the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes were filled with confusion.
He couldn't understand why Boss Yu was so enraged. Was it simply because he interrupted Yu's "fun"? But Yu had never reacted so violently to such interruptions in the past.
"Boss Yu, please… spare me! Have mercy!" The subordinate's voice was laced with terror as he begged for forgiveness.
Yu Aotian said nothing. Grabbing the man by his hair, he dragged him out of the room.
Just as he closed the door, his icy gaze flicked back to Yaoyao, who was frozen on the bed. His piercing eyes suddenly carried a strange, unreadable glint…
The next morning, at Japan's top university…
"Look, look! Isn't that the Chinese exchange student? She looks so disheveled—such a disgrace to their country."
"Yeah, totally."
Walking onto campus, Luo Yaoyao heard the mocking whispers around her. Embarrassed, she lowered her head, knowing full well how pathetic she must look right now. But at least she was alive—that was what mattered most.
After Yu Aotian had left the club, Yaoyao had jumped out of the window to escape. Unfortunately, the blanket wrapped around her got caught on the second-floor balcony.
She thought she was done for, but thankfully, a kind passerby had given her a coat, saving her from having to walk back to school in nothing but her underwear.
Sadly, the kind stranger disappeared before she could see their face or thank them. Oh well, if fate allowed, they'd meet again someday, and she'd thank them properly then.
Quickening her pace, she headed toward the girls' dormitory.
"Yaoyao!" Miyao Xiaoman, who had been waiting by the dorm entrance, sprinted toward her the moment she saw her return. "This is all my fault! I shouldn't have dragged you to the club to blow off steam. I—"
"Xiaoman, don't feel guilty. I'm fine." Cutting her friend off, Yaoyao forced a sweet smile.
"Are you really okay? The man who took you away was…"
"Yaoyao-chan!" Before Xiaoman could finish, a Japanese woman's voice interrupted them.
Yaoyao instinctively turned around…
In the distance, a man and woman were walking hand-in-hand, laughing and flirting as they approached.
Instantly, Yaoyao's expression turned cold, her eyes filling with an intense hatred…
(To be continued)