Li Jiaxin: I Was Terrified at That Time

Li Caijun froze for a moment, then spotted the Amazonian woman dancing not far away.

His face turned ashen.

What the hell is this supposed to mean?

Can’t you see how pissed off I am?

And here you are, dancing like it’s nothing.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Backing down only made him feel like he was losing.

If he hadn’t been wearing his glasses,

Li Caijun would’ve already had the urge to kill that Amazonian woman right then and there.

Suppressing the violent impulse,

he forced a smile that was anything but kind. "Think again—anything else to report?"

The Amazonian woman stopped mid-dance.

After a moment’s thought, she said, "Nothing else, boss."

Li Caijun clenched his jaw, barely holding back the urge to slap her.

"Then get out."

"Got it."

She nodded.

The contract didn’t say anything about rapping and dancing on the job.

On that point alone,

she had no excuse to stick around.

Once the Amazonian woman left,

Li Caijun turned off the music.

In two quick strides, he was at his computer.

Using a proxy, he logged into a domestic website.

The news was already out—no secret anymore.

The official announcement had been posted.

Li Caijun’s eyes scanned the screen, confirming the worst.

"Goddamn it, goddamn it, goddamn it! What the hell went wrong?!"

He tore off his glasses.

His identity as a murderer had been exposed.

From now on, he’d have to live like a rat in hiding.

If he dared to strut around in public,

he’d be chased down like a rabid dog.

No more carefree strolls—hell, he couldn’t even step outside normally.

BANG!

Li Caijun kicked his desk, splitting it in half.

"Goddamn it, goddamn it, they’re all goddamn dead!"

"Who’s targeting me? Who the hell is targeting me?!"

"Just wait till I find you—I’ll kill you, kill you, KILL YOU—"

Inside the room,

Li Caijun rampaged, smashing everything in sight.

Not only was Lin Fan trapped,

but now even he couldn’t return.

His fury was justified.

Outside, the wail of police sirens erupted.

Li Caijun stiffened.

He crept toward the window, peering outside cautiously.

Dozens of police cars had surrounded the villa.

His expression darkened.

Back when he’d fled in disgrace,

he’d left through legal means.

After all, the Li family’s downfall had been business-related—

not because he, Li Caijun, had committed any crimes.

But this time was different.

"Motherfers, you’re really trying to bury me!"

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

He wasn’t going down without a fight.

Surrender?

Not a chance in hell.

Li Caijun slipped out through a hidden passage in the villa.

Back in China, such precautions were unnecessary,

but here, overseas? Essential.

Guns were legal here—both to own and to use.

If he didn’t prepare an escape route,

some enemy could barge in,

and he’d die like a trapped animal.

"Just you wait. I’ll take over Dragon King Hall first, then make my glorious return!"

Once he seized control,

he could launder his image.

Dragon King Hall had connections, influence—years of accumulated power.

And most importantly,

this was foreign soil.

With enough money, he could hire the best lawyers, post bail, and walk free.

Money could buy anything here—

lawyers,

judges,

even witnesses.

Threats and bribes—

he knew the drill by heart.

But what he didn’t know yet was this:

The one behind his downfall was Xu Mo.

And once Xu Mo made his move,

there’d be no chance of recovery.

Compare connections?

Compare wealth?

Sorry, but Xu Mo crushed him in every possible way.

Meanwhile, when the FBI showed up at her door,

the Amazonian secretary finally snapped out of her daze.

Her boss… a deranged serial killer?

That handsome, charming Asian guy?

If she hadn’t already been juggling five boyfriends,

she might’ve even considered flirting with him.

After all, no one could resist the allure of oysters.

"Ma’am, we need your cooperation in this investigation,"

a burly, heavyset detective said sternly, presenting the evidence.

Without hesitation, the Amazonian woman turned and led the way.

"If my boss really is a psychotic killer, you absolutely must arrest him. That’s terrifying."

"Of course."

The portly white detective nodded.

With the Amazonian woman guiding them,

dozens of officers stormed into the villa.

But Li Caijun was long gone—

vanished through the secret tunnel.

At the same time, Los Angeles International Airport.

A massive passenger jet had just landed.

"Never thought I’d be back here again,"

Li Jiaxin stretched like a cat, her expression relaxed and content.

An Youyi walked ahead, pulling her suitcase without looking back.

"Missed it that much?"

Li Jiaxin hurried after her, grinning. "Heh, c’mon, An-jie, you’re teasing me again. If it weren’t for Xu Mo’s request, I’d never set foot in this godforsaken place. Sitting in the office all day is way better—why the hell would I want to come back?"

"Did you get everything I asked for prepared?"

"Done and done. When have I ever messed up when it comes to weapons?"

Li Jiaxin batted her fox-like eyes playfully.

An Youyi fell silent.

But as their eyes met,

Li Jiaxin hesitated.

"Damn, they’re really swollen… What happened to An-jie’s lips?"

She scratched her head.

They’d been fine last time she saw her.

But ever since before the trip, they’d looked like this.

No clue why.

Not that she’d dare ask.

Sure, curiosity was eating at her,

but she wasn’t suicidal.

Prying into An Youyi’s personal life?

That was like tightrope-walking over a pit of knives.

No thanks—she preferred living a little longer.

The two had barely stepped out of the airport

when a red Maserati pulled up in front of them.

The woman in the driver’s seat stepped out.

"Jiaxin-jie, you’re back."

She bowed respectfully to Li Jiaxin.

Beautiful face, killer body—

this was one of Li Jiaxin’s ex-flames (well, ex-ex-ex, to be precise).

Of course, Li Jiaxin had also saved her life once.

A life-saving debt couldn’t be repaid with empty words!

(For the record, this woman had been straight—until Li Jiaxin "convinced" her otherwise.)

Li Jiaxin beamed, arms outstretched.

"Ruosi, did you miss me?"

Feng Ruosi blushed but didn’t resist.

"Oho, you’ve put on some weight. Slacking on training while I was gone?"

Li Jiaxin’s hands wandered shamelessly as she whispered in Feng Ruosi’s ear, then blew gently.

Women understood women best.

And Li Jiaxin was a master at this game.

The two began flirting right there in the open.

Same-sex affection was no big deal in the U.S.—nothing to hide.

Two stunning women wrapped around each other?

Naturally, it drew whistles from onlookers.

Li Jiaxin didn’t seem to care at all and was about to continue her inspection.

Just then, An Youyi lifted her fair, delicate hand to her lips and let out a soft cough.

Such a small gesture, yet the impact was overwhelming.

It would be no exaggeration to say that in that very moment—

Li Jiaxin’s legs went weak—yes, from sheer fright.

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