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As the branch office buzzed with activity and high spirits, no one noticed a black heavy motorcycle silently glide out from the side entrance, its engine growling softly as it vanished into the night.
The rider, clad in a black leather jumpsuit and wearing a full-face helmet adorned with a dark red skull emblem, rode a bike without license plates—low-key yet impossible to ignore. He navigated through the surveillance blind spots of C City, entering the true heart of the city—the chaotic area abandoned by both the authorities and reality.
Here lay **another city**.
Beneath the neon lights, graffiti-stained walls stood alongside exposed wires and gang youths standing guard with firearms. Drug stalls intertwined with arms dealers, where AK-47s and modified explosives lay on metal tables for anyone to choose from; a buyer only needed a few words and a stack of cash to walk away with tools of death. Laughter, curses, gunfire, and music blended into a morbid rhythm, and every breath of air was laced with the scents of alcohol, gunpowder, and death.
The motorcycle sped past these scenes before finally stopping in front of an old concrete building towering over twenty stories. The iron gate below was manually locked, and several burly security guards, bare-chested and covered in skull tattoos, leaned against the wall smoking. One recognized the rider, spat out some ash, and waved him through.
"Which building?"
"Thirteen." The guard whispered hurriedly before rushing into the elevator, pressing the button with urgency.
The elevator ascended slowly, each floor feeling like it had undergone a trial. When the doors opened, he was met by two black-clad security guards—holding submachine guns, expressionless faces scanning him like mechanical dogs.
"I need to report to Boss Maria!" he gasped, still wearing a temporary ID badge from Huang Haoran Company around his neck.
The guards exchanged glances, nodded without speaking, and pulled open the heavy door—a black iron gate adorned with crosses, roses, and skull symbols, resembling a portal between hell and reality.
Inside lay a clash of luxury and savagery.
Red velvet sofas and black leather couches filled the room; walls were adorned with portraits of pagan goddesses while animal skin carpets covered the floor. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the strong scent of tequila. Old rock music sung in Spanish played softly through the speakers, wrapping around the room like a hypnotic embrace.
And at the center of it all—
Zheng Xuan was bound to a heavy wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back, biting down on a coarse hemp rope. Her face flushed red but her eyes still burned with defiance and fury. Her long hair was somewhat disheveled, clearly having endured a night of torment; yet her gaze remained sharp as a blade.
In another corner of the room, by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the balcony stood the woman feared by all gangs in C City—**Maria Cabrera**.
She wore a cropped red leather jacket paired with a high-slit Latin-style skirt; metal chains adorned her bare legs. Sunlight streamed through the worn window gaps, casting a seductive yet lethal silhouette across her figure.
Raising her glass of tequila, she gently swirled the liquid while gazing at the distant twinkling lights of the city. A lazy yet dangerous smile played on her lips as if she were deciding how best to prepare her prey.
"So how is our temporary mayor? Sleeping well?" she asked, turning her head with a voice as sweet as sugar but laced with venom.
Zheng Xuan remained silent, coldly staring at her.
At that moment, the hurried Motorcycle Rider knelt on the ground, reporting in a low voice:
"Boss... Foot Odor Energy hasn't retreated. They've restored the entire company, just like yesterday, and even cleaner... Huang Haoran came personally."
Maria paused with her glass raised, her expression devoid of anger but tinged with amusement.
She licked her lips and chuckled softly.
"Oh dear... Huang Haoran, you truly are a man who cannot be ignored..."
She turned and walked toward Zheng Xuan, downing her drink in one go.
"Then let our ball officially begin."
Maria Cabrera shook her empty glass and strolled back to the edge of the balcony, her gaze sweeping over the entire city like a queen surveying her domain from a throne. Her tone was languid yet laced with a hint of malice as she spoke softly:
"Go, send a small team over first to probe the situation."
She did not shout or roar, but the moment the command was given, the Motorcycle Rider immediately stood up, nodding without hesitation before taking his leave.
"Find out why they are so confident." Maria added, her voice carrying a precise coldness. "Skeleton Rose never fights battles without certainty."
"Understood." The man pressed his hand against his chest and quickly departed, his footsteps echoing in the corridor with the rhythm of an impending battle.
The room fell silent once more, only the deep Spanish music continued to play in the background.
At that moment, a muffled "wuwuwu" sound came from the corner.
Maria turned to see Zheng Xuan still bound to the chair, the coarse hemp rope around her mouth already dampened as she made noises in an attempt to attract attention.
Maria raised an eyebrow and walked over, standing before her and looking down at this once-temporary mayor.
"Ah... our lovely little mayor seems to have something to say?"
She deftly reached out, pulling the rope downwards. The hemp rope slid slickly from her mouth, and Zheng Xuan gasped for breath, the numbness in her mouth still lingering. Yet her gaze was sharp as a sword, capable of piercing through the frivolous and cruel smile of her opponent.
She coughed twice and then suddenly—laughed.
That smile held no fear; instead, it seemed as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"This time... you are definitely going to lose, Skeleton Rose."
Maria was taken aback by the words, but then she laughed, a charming and enchanting laugh, her lips curling slightly as if she had just heard an extremely absurd yet delightful joke.
"Oh? What makes you say that?" She crouched down closer to Zheng Xuan's face, her breath nearly brushing against the other's earlobe, her voice sweet and sticky like honey laced with poison. "Right now, you are just a beautiful rope in my hands, unable even to bite. Where do you get the confidence to say such things?"
Zheng Xuan tilted her head back, her gaze resolute, like an ancient statue that would not bow even if it crumbled.
"Because you're too slow," she whispered. "While you were still 'deploying your team,' they... have already been planning how to bring your entire kingdom down."
Maria's smile faltered for a second, a glimmer of profound light flashing in her eyes.
She slowly stood up, her gaze now filled with genuine scrutiny rather than mockery.
"Ha... then let me see what kind of sparks Huang Haoran can create."
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