Jiang Nuan took her car to a 4S shop for repairs and sent a message to her son, Jiang Yukuo, saying, "Mom has a mission, I'll be back tomorrow or the day after."
Jiang Yukuo replied, "Got it, Mommy. We'll behave well. Mommy, please be safe."
Jiang Nuan smiled warmly as she read her son's reply. With three children, she truly didn't need to worry about them. They attended a mysterious elite school and had dedicated escorts, so she no longer had to fret about her son's studies.
Jiang Nuan hailed a taxi by the roadside. Once inside, she took out her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Yun Xia: "Xia Xia, Jiang Shuo's son is in Country M. I'll send you his photo. Please keep an eye on his whereabouts."
Yun Xia replied, "Jiang Xingyu?"
Jiang Nuan confirmed, "Yes!"
Yun Xia assured her, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
Jiang Nuan then put away her phone and turned it off.
At a certain underground boxing arena, the crowd was boisterous. The walls lining the stairs were adorned with pictures of boxers. The dark environment inside was unpleasant, and the smell of stale smoke permeated the entire venue.
Jiang Nuan, wearing a baseball cap and mask, fixed her gaze on the intense confrontation unfolding on stage. The boxing matches here were brutal, with the fighters seemingly risking their lives. Jiang Nuan watched one man, covered in tattoos, whose offense was fierce, each punch aiming to crush his opponent. It was a shocking and bloody spectacle, the fierce physical clashes and whistling fists most captivating to the audience. The private boxes upstairs were occupied by those who backed the boxers. Jiang Nuan's target was one of the boxers on stage – the top fugitive in Jinshi City.
Jiang Nuan had been tailing him for a day and a night; today was the day it would end. She leaned casually against the wall, her posture relaxed and languid, her eyes narrowed in the dim light, filled with an air of mystery.
"Wang Jun, Wang Jun!" the man on stage shouted his name as he won. Wang Jun on stage raised his hands, his powerful arms a terrifying sight. The joy of defeating his opponent was etched on his face. His dark skin gleamed with raw strength, blood trickling from his lips, exuding a primal ferocity.
Jiang Nuan knew Wang Jun only had one match today. After the fight, he would go home, and his route home would pass through a narrow alley. Jiang Nuan left the underground boxing arena in advance and waited at the intersection. About ten minutes later, she spotted her target. Wang Jun rode a powerful multistrada motorcycle, its roaring engine echoing as it sped past, only to be met with a loud "bang" from the deepest part of the alley.
Wang Jun was thrown a considerable distance, curling up on the ground, unable to move, groaning in pain. Jiang Nuan looked at the overturned motorcycle and Wang Jun, not far away. A smile involuntarily curved her lips. She lowered her head and spoke softly into the earpiece concealed in her collar, "Number One, mission accomplished."
Number One replied, "Well done, J. Once the funds are approved, they'll be transferred to your account promptly."
Jiang Nuan responded, "Thank you!" She then switched off her earpiece and watched as two men in black dragged Wang Jun away before turning to leave.
Around a distant corner, a young man, who had seen Jiang Nuan emerge from the shadows and fly out to kick the motorcycle, was still recovering from his shock as he watched Jiang Nuan disappear into the alley.
In the top-floor office of Mu Corporation.
Mu Jiuchen stared at his phone, his gaze dark and brooding. Xiao Fan observed his Ninth Master, whose handsome face was framed by distinguished, cold, and aloof features, exuding an intense aura of restraint. Ninth Master had never imagined that Jiang Nuan would set up a friend request permission. Because of this, Ninth Master had been in a grim mood for the entire day and night, even firing several employees for not being diligent during meetings. The atmosphere at Mu Corporation instantly became tense and filled with apprehension.
"Xiao Fan, make another call," his low voice rasped with a hint of unrestrained roughness.