"You might not know this, but this little bitch is actually already 20 — two years older than us. Two years ago, I caught her selling ice at a bar and got leverage on her. And her mom used to sell alcohol, but turned out she'd done the same thing before. Between the two of them, the amount of evidence I've got could land them over a decade in prison," Luo Changhao said casually, dropping a bombshell that left Zhao Xuan stunned.
"Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble with other drug dealers?" Zhao Xuan couldn't wrap his head around Luo risking this.
In his mind, that kind of business was run by tight, organized gangs.
"They're not part of any major supply chain. Besides, their supplier got taken down in a raid — they're just small fries left behind. Cops care about the source and routes, but these small-timers combined sell more than some dealers. The mules get cycled out, but they work solo, so they're sneakier. Those mules don't even remember all their buyers — as long as you aren't caught in the act, you're safe," Luo replied, sounding like he knew the scene.
"I think you're just too embarrassed to say it outright. You brought her here today, so I'll send you the stuff now. Don't worry, I won't keep backups." Luo pulled out his phone, opened a browser, and showed Zhao a website.
"It's a foreign site. I'll text you the URL. Use my invite code to register — it's just cloud storage. I'll upload everything there."
Zhao's phone pinged — Luo had sent him a .org link via SMS.
"You switched to iPhone?" Luo blinked. In his memory, Zhao had been using a beat-up Xiaomi 2, mainly because he knew Zhao's family wasn't well-off.
Sometimes when they went out, Luo would even underreport the bill so Zhao paid less.
"My parents changed jobs, things aren't so hard now," Zhao said with a laugh, catching Luo's meaning.
"Damn, so that Burberry outfit's legit?" Luo tugged at Zhao's clothes.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not into guys — just 'cause you're feeling something again doesn't mean you go groping men," Zhao swatted Luo's hand away, stepped back, and started registering as instructed.
The sign-up process was complicated — multiple account tiers, payment only via Bitcoin or certain foreign bank accounts.
Luckily, Zhao only needed a basic account, which he could create with Luo's invite code.
Functionality was minimal: browsing plus a small cloud storage space.
He skimmed the homepage — seemed like a psych-interest forum, lots of articles on Freud and Adler, posts analyzing criminals' minds. The site was English/French only; Zhao's English was memorization-based, so long passages gave him a headache. He glanced through a bit, then stopped.
Soon, a friend request popped up on the site, sharing a huge batch of files from Luo.
"Check these when you get home, there's a lot. I haven't even gone through it all myself." Luo held his phone up and tapped his own storage's delete button.
"Save this stuff carefully. If you download backups, use Apple devices only. Windows might have malware crawling your records — if the site catches it, they'll delete your account and info," Luo warned.
And just like that, Zhao unexpectedly gained ownership of Ye Peiqi.
After Luo deleted the files, the system pinged:
[Snatch from the Tiger's Mouth – Completed. Reward: Fortune Value +50, Funds +¥2,000,000, Life Skill Point ×1, Unlock Skill Upgrade System, Unlock Fortune Value Exchange System.]
Looks like Luo really erased everything.
The two walked back to Ye Peiqi.
"Get dressed," Zhao said coldly.
Ye didn't move, her eyes on Luo.
Luo stayed silent — having given Ye to Zhao, it'd be inappropriate to order her now. He clapped Zhao's shoulder, said goodbye, and left.
Just seeing Ye's naked body had stirred his lower body again.
The feeling wasn't as strong as when he'd heard her moans, but like the doctor said, things were improving.
Compared to that, a woman meant nothing — especially one he hadn't touched in two years, whose first time was taken by Zhao. Keeping her would just remind him of his pathetic past.
"What, still hoping to go back to Luo Changhao? Or you looking down on me?" Zhao snapped, noticing Ye staring after Luo. He cracked her with a whip.
Dealing with bitches like her meant crushing them from the start — not being gentle like with Lin Jingjing.
Luo had told him that as he left. Luckily, Zhao hadn't gone soft when deflowering her.
Women like Ye only see kindness as weakness.
The whip made Ye snap back to reality, though her mind still resisted.
Truth was, Zhao wasn't entirely confident — he had money now, but nowhere near Luo's power.
If Ye knew game theory, she'd realize she could threaten rape to reclaim the leverage — her injuries and the semen inside her were real, her only chance for an even playing field. Naked and bruised, she paradoxically had the most chips.
The system marked the mission done — meaning Luo truly gave up control and handed Zhao the reins — but that didn't guarantee Zhao could wield them well.
Unfortunately, like most women, Ye chased small gains and feared big risks.
Whether from lack of imagination or courage, after another hard whip crack, she hesitated… then chose submission.
She stood, brushed off dirt and leaves, took off her white sneakers, put on socks, then a white long-sleeve chiffon tee and black skirt, then shoes. She stood quietly before Zhao.
Zhao recalled — Ye never showed arms or legs in daily life, probably to hide whip marks. Saved him some trouble.
"All that stuff is with me now. Be a good little bitch, and nothing happens. Cross me, and what you and your mom and you did lands you both in jail for life — if not the death penalty." He stroked her smooth cheek as he threatened.
"Uh… Ma… Master…" Ye lowered her head, eyes dim.
Zhao checked her panel again: Friendliness still 60, but Obedience jumped to 75. Clearly, no choice meant she had to obey, even if her heart rebelled.
He noticed her clothes were Dior, shoes AJ, skirt was likely expensive too. Seems Luo, for all his abuse, splurged on her — no wonder she didn't want to be given to Zhao, whom she saw as a broke student.
With Luo, she lived high and looked glamorous. A normal guy meant a downgrade.
Zhao didn't bother explaining. Silent, he led Ye toward the villa.
Near the entrance, Ye stopped. "Master, I can't go in now. If I stay with the others, they'll see my bruises."
Zhao saw the logic — if discovered, it could spiral into police trouble.
Technically, he should keep training her, but she was already broken, and leaving her here wasn't an option. So before she left, he warned: "Figure out how to hide it from your mom. If it gets out, you both go down."
Ye was silent a moment, then bowed. "Master, don't worry. Mom's away these days, and she doesn't control me anyway."
Zhao nodded. He was about to head in, but this place was remote — unsafe for a girl to take a taxi alone. Even if she was a bitch, she was his bitch; accidents would sting.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
"No trouble, Master, I'll just grab a cab," Ye declined.
Zhao didn't answer. He walked up, grabbed her arm, yanked her into his chest, and spanked her hard twice. Her already whipped ass made those smacks scream-worthy.
"First, remember — you're not my slave. From now on, call yourself a bitch." Zhao was determined to put her beneath Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing in status — no slave title for her.
"Second, what the Master does isn't a bitch's business. A pet just obeys." He released her and headed for his car.
"Yes, Master. Little bitch knows she was wrong. Thanks for taking me home," Ye said, hurrying after him.
Given the lethal leverage and two years of prior training, Ye resented Zhao's control but accepted it utterly. Her panel showed obedience born of fear, not loyalty.
One benefit of the system: relationships became simple. Even with terrible favorability, high obedience meant reliable control. Once it's numerical, mystery disappears.
But active devotion like Lin Jingjing or Yan Qing? Not happening. Right now, Ye was like a robot — less initiative than a real bitch.