"Y-yu… Yao… what are you doing here?"
Cold sweat dripped endlessly down Han Kun's forehead.
Toward his elder sister, Han Yuyao, he felt a deep, instinctive fear—an intimidation born of bloodline and childhood memories, impossible to shake.
Sensing that his sister's mood was far from pleasant, Han Kun swallowed nervously.
"Look, sis, I just came here to relax a little. I didn't break any laws! I—I swear!"
His voice cracked as he tried to explain.
Han Yuyao advanced on him, her aura pressing like a storm, while Han Kun shrank back, stammering clumsily.
"I-it's not like I come here all the time. Just… once in a while…"
He looked like a mouse cornered by a cat. Even though he was taller by a head, Han Kun knew that provoking his sister's wrath meant disaster.
After all, her childhood training in the Han family's ancient martial arts wasn't for show, and she held the title of captain in the criminal investigations division. If she felt like dragging him into a cell for a couple of weeks, she absolutely could—and he would be powerless to stop her.
The tense atmosphere silenced his group of drinking buddies. Under the sharp gazes of the officers, they quickly cut the music.
Looking at her younger brother's shameless behavior, Han Yuyao felt her anger surge.
A moment ago, she'd been worried something terrible had happened to him. But now? He was perfectly fine—just embarrassing himself.
As the Han family's heir, wasting his life on nonsense was bad enough. But dressed up like this? It was beyond humiliating.
Her face darkened. She stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of his dyed hair.
"Agh—ow, ow! Sis, that hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Han Kun howled in pain, feeling like his entire scalp was about to be torn off. He didn't even know what crime he'd committed, but admitting fault was always the safest bet.
He tried desperately to pry her hand away, only for a sharp sting to explode across his cheek.
Smack! Smack!
Two vicious slaps sent him staggering to the ground.
"You dye your hair like this, laze around every day, and for what?!" she roared, her voice trembling with fury.
"Do you have any idea how people see our Han family now?"
"Do you look even remotely like the future head of our clan?"
Her words lashed like whips. Han Kun dared not argue, muttering complaints only in his heart. But with his friends—and even his girl—watching nearby, humiliation burned like fire.
Desperate to salvage some dignity, he whispered, "Sis… don't do this. My girlfriend's right here."
Han Yuyao glanced in the woman's direction, frowning slightly, her thoughts unreadable.
Seeing her hesitate, Han Kun's heart leapt.
He straightened and shouted, "I'm not wasting my life—I'm a rapper!"
"…What?"
Han Yuyao's head snapped back, her killing gaze pinning him in place.
Han Kun swallowed hard, but with so many eyes on him, he had no choice but to act tough. If he backed down now, how could he face anyone later?
"I said—I'm a rapper!"
Smack!
"Say that again!"
"I'm a rapper!" he shot back stubbornly.
Smack!
Another slap sent him stumbling, two bright red palm prints blazing across his face.
"Hey, ow! What are you doing?!" Han Kun yelped, retreating a step. "It's just hair dye—"
"Every time I see your worthless face, it makes me furious!"
Before he could finish, another blow landed.
Humiliated again and again in front of his friends—and his girl—Han Kun's temper finally boiled over.
"Rap is forged in fire! I, Han Kun, will never bow!" he shouted.
"Yo, yo, check it out—this is freestyle!"
He struck a pose, ready to spit a verse of his own creation—
"Uh… ahhh!!"
—but Han Yuyao had already snapped.
She grabbed him by the hair, produced a buzzing clipper from nowhere, and dragged it mercilessly across his scalp.
Bzzzz!
From his forehead straight to the back of his skull, a clean strip cut straight through his snowy-dyed hair, leaving a bald highway down the center.
"Let's see you play rapper now!"
Whatever bravado he had vanished in an instant. Released, he scrambled backward, clutching at his ruined head.
"I quit! I quit, okay? I'll never do it again!"
Only then did Han Yuyao huff coldly, tossing the clippers to the ground.
With her brother dealt with, she turned on the enchanting woman, her eyes like sharpened blades.
"Who are you?"
Unlike her brother, she wasn't blind. Years of martial arts training made the truth obvious at a glance. This woman reeked of Mei Gong—a sinister, manipulative charm technique.
Her background was anything but simple.
In that moment, Han Yuyao understood why Huang Yu had been so desperate to drag her here.
Her foolish brother wasn't partying—he was walking straight into a trap.
The Han family had countless enemies. This was no coincidence.
She fixed her gaze on the woman, but the seductress remained calm, showing not the slightest fear. That alone confirmed Han Yuyao's suspicions.
"Don't hurt her!"
Han Kun, with his freshly shaved stripe of shame, staggered forward to shield the woman.
The seductress seized the chance to play innocent. "Young Master Han, please save me…"
"She's a good girl, sis, I promise! This time, it's serious!"
Smack! Smack!
Two more slaps sent Han Kun flying to the side, groaning on the floor.
Wiping her hands as though disgusted, Han Yuyao stood over him. She had controlled her strength—only superficial injuries.
Yet even after being beaten half senseless, Han Kun still croaked weakly, "Lili… beg her for mercy…"
A strange glint flickered in Lili's eyes as she looked at him. She clearly hadn't expected the heir of the Han family to be this… pathetic.
Just as Han Yuyao prepared to seize the woman and drag her back for interrogation—
The door swung open.
A mocking male voice rang out.
"Well, well. Officer Han… such a display of authority!"