A black Volkswagen was parked quietly on a secluded side road.

This is the quietest alley around the Seattle restaurant, and also a blind spot. Turn here and walk another 500 meters forward, and you'll reach Xia Che's residential area.

The car windows were closed, but the interior was filled with thick smoke.

Two muscular men sat side by side in the back row, wearing only black vests. Their exposed muscles had sharp, granite-like edges, making it impossible to doubt that being punched by them would be fatal.

The two men had stern faces, their eyes closed as if they were resting and waiting for something, but their brows were furrowed, like angry Vajras.

Finally, the burly man sitting on the right moved his lips, his voice booming like a bell: "Sister Ying, can you please stop smoking? The window isn't open... We can't even open our eyes because of the smell..."

His voice was quite loud, but he was trying his best to suppress the volume, afraid of angering the person sitting in front of him. Despite his tiger-like size, he acted like a docile cat at this moment.

So it was from the smoke...

If an ordinary person were to pass by at this moment, their eyes would surely pop out in shock.

He was able to smoke in front of two fierce, burly men, making them unable to open their eyes from the smoke, and they didn't even dare to get angry, their voices weak and sounding like they dared not speak out against their anger.

The person who could do all this is actually a woman?

"Huh? What's wrong with two grown men smelling cigarette smoke? So dramatic..."

In front of the two burly men, the driver's seat back slowly reclined, forming a makeshift bed. A woman with delicate features lay on it, her long red hair cascading down her back, a thin cigarette dangling from her rosy lips, clearly displeased with the two men's protests.

The red-haired woman had a great figure. She lay down again, her two full breasts almost bursting out of her leather jacket. The neckline was very low, and a clear cleavage could be seen. However, the two burly men didn't dare to look at this seductive scene for even a second. Even though they had their eyes closed, they turned their heads away so that the woman wouldn't misunderstand.

"You still have the nerve to criticize me... This was supposed to be your job today, damn it, Brother Cigarette Scar insisted on saying he wasn't comfortable with it and asked me to come along for an extra layer of security."

"He doesn't even consider that if ordinary thugs like you can handle the task, why add me, a four-colored rose, to the mix?"

"My level is way higher than yours! Seriously, you're wasting my time ordering male models... Does this count as overtime? Will Cigarette Scar give me a red envelope? Ugh, I can't even imagine it, so stingy..."

The red-haired woman angrily took a few more puffs of her cigarette, then deliberately blew the smoke towards the two of them.

The two brothers shrank back, not daring to respond to the woman.

After all, not everyone can speak ill of the boss behind his back; they're not high enough in rank.

Yanba is the underground emperor of Jiang City, and naturally he also has his own power base called the Yanyun Gang.

The two brothers were the lowest-ranking thugs in the Yan Yun Gang. They might be considered relatively good fighters among other thugs, but that was about it. No matter how good a thug is, he is still just a thug, and his rank can never be higher.

But the red-haired woman in front of me was different.

The Yan Yun Gang has a strict hierarchy. Above the lowest-level thugs are four officers who are highly skilled in combat and each has their own specialties, such as intelligence gathering, assassination, poisoning, and so on.

It is called the Four-Colored Rose.

Although the Yan Yun Gang's influence is in Jiang City, and usually only its low-level thugs are mobilized, this is only the tip of the iceberg of the Yan Yun Gang.

Its influence extends far beyond Jiang City. Its business is so extensive that it affects virtually every industry.

Small-scale brawls and extortion of protection money are enough for low-level thugs to handle. But higher-level activities... are beyond their knowledge.

For example, when Brother Cigarette Scar went abroad recently, one of the people he brought with him was this red-haired woman in front of us, codenamed Red Rose. However, she always felt that her codename was too common, and privately she insisted that her underlings call her Sister Ying.

This was a small event, but I don't know why Brother Cigarette Scar was so concerned about it. He even had Red Rose personally supervise it and asked her to record everything that happened in detail so that she could report back to Brother Cigarette Scar afterwards.

Like before... why go through all that trouble?

No wonder Sister Ying harbors such resentment...

"Sigh! Never mind... These are turbulent times, and the Yan Yun Gang has already been affected quite a bit, with its territory shrinking. Maybe that old man really wants to play it safe."

Red Rose finished her last puff of cigarette, sighed, and then stretched out the hand holding the cigarette. The burly man sitting to her right was very sensible and quickly extended his arm. Red Rose then took the cigarette butt and pressed it against the burly man's arm to extinguish it.

The burly man gasped in pain, his brows twitching, but even as he inhaled, he dared not make a loud sound, trying his best to suppress it.

It's easy to imagine how much psychological trauma the red rose left on them.

"You're so sensible."

Red Rose reached out and pressed a button, and the chair back slowly rose, allowing her to sit up again. Then she reached behind her and beckoned, "Where's the information on the mission target? Let me see it."

The burly man on the left hurriedly handed over the documents. These kinds of mission documents need to be verified before the mission begins to prevent errors, but Sister Ying hadn't mentioned it, so he didn't dare to urge her. The file folder in his hand was warmed by his actions.

"Has Cigarette Scar Brother seen this document?"

As she unwrapped the red rose, she casually asked a question.

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