At night, An Moxue stood by the window dressed in a motorcycle outfit, looking at the scenery outside.

She found the night scene, illuminated by the dim lights, particularly enchanting, because after tonight, some bedbugs would disappear from this wonderful world, a thought that filled her with joy.

The phone rang, and An Moxue answered, "Um...no need...just start on time as usual."

She hung up the phone, glanced at her watch—ten minutes to ten o'clock. Perfect, the lively nightlife on Hong Kong Island was just beginning, and it was time for our operation to commence.

She put on a red fox mask, went outside, and rode her modified motorcycle away from the hillside villa.

In the scenic villa area, An Moxue parked her motorcycle next to a green plant, which effectively blocked the view; unless you went to the side, you couldn't see the motorcycle at all.

She skipped and jumped all the way to the villa she had observed the day before, and listened carefully, only to sense two long, drawn-out breaths.

She quickly jumped into the courtyard, found her target, and started fighting with the people inside.

"Guards! Enemy attack!" Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, An Moxue's dagger slit his throat.

He clutched his gushing throat, utterly bewildered, and managed only to utter a single "You!" before collapsing to the ground.

The second person who arrived was carrying a samurai sword. He slashed vertically at An Moxue, but she gracefully dodged to the side. The newcomer then struck again and again, each strike faster than the last.

"That's interesting!" she said, as a crossbow bolt flew from her hand, aimed straight at the man's face.

He had assumed An Moxue would meet his attack head-on, but he hadn't expected her to use a hidden weapon. Caught off guard, an arrow pierced his hair and became embedded in the wall behind him, making a soft buzzing sound. He broke out in a cold sweat—he had almost been hit by an arrow.

The enraged man drew his knife even faster, and An Moxue fired another arrow. At the same time, a bullet was fired from a pistol in her left hand.

With one arrow and one bullet, the man dodged the arrow, but the bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows, and he fell to the ground with a "thud".

An Moxue glanced at her watch; it was four minutes and thirty-seven seconds. It seemed she would have to be even faster next time.

She collected the two arrows from the ground and the wall, picked up the samurai sword from the ground, and examined it repeatedly. "Not bad," she said, before storing it in her spatial storage. She then lifted the two people and threw them onto the living room floor.

"Truly worthy of the Kuroda family, how many treasures of my Lan Kingdom have they taken?" An Moxue said, picking up a vase about half a person's height from the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was a painted vase with nine dragon patterns. This was a tribute item from back then, and should be an item from the palace. She accepted it.

Next, An Moxue packed up everything she could in the villa, including the safes in the basement and bedroom, as well as several luxury cars in the garage.

After collecting the diesel fuel, An Moxue poured some diesel oil into the villa, and then poured the last bit on the two people before setting it on fire and quickly leaving the villa.

As she rode her motorcycle away from the villa area, she glanced back and saw that she hadn't seen any houses yet. Good, she'd still have some time.

Next destination: the racecourse. Let's go!

It is said that the young master of the Kuroda family has recently become obsessed with horse racing. He stays at the racetrack day and night. When there are equestrian competitions, he bets on the horses. When there are no competitions, he studies various horses and even sleeps with them.

An Moxue rode her motorcycle towards the Happy Valley Racecourse in Central.

When they arrived at the racecourse, the gates were already closed. An Moxue parked her motorcycle to the side, climbed over the gate, and jumped over the wall.

She found the stables with practiced ease and saw a short man with his head down, talking to a black horse beside him with a serious and focused expression.

"Kuroda Chuuni." The man heard someone call his name and habitually looked up. He saw a flash of silver light, and a line of blood flew out of his neck before he fell to the ground.

An Moxue sheathed her dagger, glanced at the time—four seconds—and turned to leave.

Before she even left the racetrack, she heard a terrified scream coming from the direction of the stables—"Ah! Mr. Kuroda!"

She quickened her pace and left.

The third target venue was the Wan Chai bar street.

She rode her motorcycle toward the Wan Chai bar street and saw two gangs fighting with machetes on the way. One of the gangs was the Orca Gang.

She slowed down a little, glanced at it, then sped up again and left.

In the bar street, there were many strange costumes. An Moxue's motorcycle outfit paired with a fox mask did not attract people's attention. There were plenty of people like her who came here to pick up rich guys, and no one cared, unless they were interested in her.

An Moxue parked her motorcycle in front of a bar, held the keys in her hand, and casually went inside.

In the past, I would ask the bartender for a bottle of beer and casually walk around the bar with it in my hand.

It was nearly midnight, and the bar was bustling with activity. An Moxue spotted her target, found a private room, and went inside.

There were three men inside, sitting on one side of the table, some distance apart. There were also several women, all of whom were in the men's arms, with their heads down, drinking and whispering jokes.

An Moxue went over and hugged someone, then slashed his throat with the dagger in her hand. Before the man could even see who killed him, he fell silent.

The woman beside him looked at An Moxue in fear, without making a sound. An Moxue raised her index finger to her, making a gesture for silence. The woman blinked, but didn't move. An Moxue whispered to her, "Be good."

Then she gracefully got up and went to the second person's side. Until this point, no third person had noticed that someone was dead in the private room.

Then, she picked up the bottle of wine and said to the woman next to the second person, "Let me borrow it for a moment." The woman was reluctant, but was moved by the money that An Moxue stuffed into her hand, and moved aside.

An Moxue said "thank you" to her, then sat down next to the man and leaned close to him. At the same time, the dagger slashed across the man's neck again.

This time, a woman screamed in terror. An Moxue said to her, "Naughty!" As she spoke, the dagger flew out and pierced the third man's left chest.

The man's eyes widened, and blood instantly stained his chest.

"Shut up," An Moxue said, throwing out a sentence, "The smart ones will leave now. I haven't been here tonight."

Not wanting to kill innocent people, she turned and left the private room, jogged out of the bar, and rode away on her motorcycle.

The three women in the private room looked at each other, wondering what to do.

The first woman, who was terrified but didn't speak, said, "Let's pretend nothing happened, and go about our business as usual after we get out! Once people find out, we'll say we were fine when we left, okay? Otherwise, we'll be dead."

The other two exchanged glances, one said "Okay," and the other nodded. The three of them left the private room, but if you looked closely, their steps were a little unsteady and somewhat chaotic.