"What do you mean he can't be released on bail?! Why on earth can my son not be bailed out?"
Inside his executive office, Qu Liancheng glared at the senior corporate attorney standing before him, his face twisting in absolute disbelief.
His useless son, Qu Lianjie, had been sitting in a municipal holding cell for two straight days. Believing the boy had endured enough concrete discipline to learn his lesson, Qu Liancheng had finally sent his legal team to prepare the paperwork for immediate bail.
In his eyes, it was a simple traffic accident. Although some working-class civilian in the other car had died, it was a minor inconvenience at best. Throwing a few million yuan at the victim's family as hush money usually made those problems vanish into thin air.
However, to his absolute shock, the attorney had returned empty-handed, informing him that the municipal police had flagged Qu Lianjie's extensive, unpunished criminal history. He had been classified as a high-risk offender, making bail legally impossible until his official court date.
"Nonsense! Absolute garbage!" Qu Liancheng slammed his palm onto the mahogany desk, his face turning dark. "Did you personally call Director Tan at the precinct?"
"I did call Director Tan directly, Chairman Qu," the lawyer quickly bowed his head, his voice strained. "But Director Tan explicitly stated that this is a zero-tolerance policy directive passed down from the top. He urged us to strictly follow formal judicial procedures."
"Oh my god... Daddy, exactly how many illegal things has my brother done behind your back?" Qu Xiaoxiao gasped, her hands covering her mouth as she put on a masterclass performance of a frantic, terrified little sister.
'Hahaha! Keep him locked in that concrete box forever!' she screamed in pure, ecstatic joy behind her fake tears. 'Rot in prison, you useless bastard!'
"Xiaoxiao, do not panic. Your father will absolutely get your brother out of that cell," Qu Liancheng reassured her, pulling her into a protective embrace. He sneered coldly. "Since Director Tan refuses to extend a personal favor, we will bypass him entirely and go straight to Secretary Wang!"
In Qu Liancheng's mind, there was zero need to bother his ultimate political patron, Acting Governor Yao Daping, over such a trivial administrative hiccup. Yao Daping was the supreme pillar supporting the Qu Group's multi-billion-yuan empire. As long as the Governor remained in power, the Qu family was completely untouchable.
The Qu family possessed absolutely zero awareness that an absolute, blood-soaked disaster was already descending upon their heads. Because they blindly assumed Yao Daping was shielding them, Qu Liancheng never entertained the terrifying possibility that his multi-billion-yuan conglomerate had already been handed over to Adrian Li as a blood offering.
Because the Qu Group was a massive corporate entity valued at several billion yuan, systematically dismantling it through legal and administrative channels still required a calculated, step-by-step execution. In the upper echelons of absolute power, one still had to maintain clean table manners on the surface; abruptly executing a major industrialist without a airtight narrative would look excessively uncouth to the other regional magnates.
Of course, if you could completely fool the public narrative, you could do whatever the hell you wanted!
Splash—!
"Who are you?! Where the hell am I?!"
Chen Meijia gasped violently, coughing as a bucket of freezing ice water smashed across her face, shocking her out of unconsciousness.
She blinked frantically, clearing the stinging water from her eyes, only to find herself suspended by heavy wrist cuffs in a dark, soundproof chamber. Standing directly in front of her was a breathtaking, completely naked woman whose body exuded a terrifying, chilling aura of cold sadism.
"Who I am does not matter in the slightest. Who you used to be no longer matters either," Nan Xiang stated, her voice devoid of human emotion. She reached out, idly adjusting the heavy gold rings pierced through her own swollen, E-cup breasts. "Remember this from this second onward: your official designation is Bitch Number One."
The Young Master had handed down a direct, absolute command: Systematically break and recondition the woman suspended in front of her into a completely broken, submissive hound within fifteen days.
If Nan Xiang successfully completed her reconditioning assignment within the half-month deadline, she would be elevated to the official position of Master's Hound Manager. But if she failed... she would be stripped of her authority and demoted to Bitch Number Two.
This was a literal game of life and death. Nan Xiang had already seen Chen Meijia's official, state-stamped death certificate in Adrian's private folder earlier that morning—officially dated six months into the future, citing a fatal, horrific car crash in the jungles of Vietnam.
In this world, no one was ever going to travel into the deep wilderness of Vietnam to verify if an airhead's death was real. Under the eyes of the law, Chen Meijia was already a dead woman walking. Even if Adrian executed her on the spot, zero legal repercussions would ever exist!
Correspondingly, Nan Xiang knew with chilling certainty that if her performance displeased her Master, the next death certificate printed by the state would bear her own name.
"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Chen Meijia panicked, struggling against the steel cuffs holding her arms high above her head. "Let me go right this second, or I swear to God I will—ahh... AHHHHHH!"
Before Meijia could finish her frantic threat, a high-voltage electrical current violently exploded through her neck. Her entire body spasmed uncontrollably, her spine arching violently as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, vibrating like a victim in an electric chair.
BZZZZZZT!
The severe electric shock sustained itself for ten excruciating seconds before abruptly cutting off, leaving Meijia hanging limply, panting in sheer, unadulterated terror.
"The heavy electronic collar clamped around your throat was specifically engineered for training hyper-aggressive, dangerous dogs," Nan Xiang smiled softly, holding up a sleek black remote control in her hand. "The shock intensity mechanism possesses five distinct voltage tiers. What you just experienced was merely Tier 2. If you do not display immediate, absolute obedience, I will gladly let you experience Tier 3."
Chen Meijia finally realized that, in addition to her wrists being suspended from the ceiling, a heavy, cold metallic electronic collar had been bolted tightly around her throat while she was unconscious.
"You psychotic bitch... do you genuinely think I'm afraid of—AHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!"
BZZZZZZZZZZZT!
A terrifying, high-frequency Tier 3 electrical surge violently ruptured through her nervous system.
Meijia's entire frame convulsed in blinding agony. Her mouth stretched into a silent, breathless scream, her body shaking so violently that her internal sphincters completely failed. A warm, humiliating stream of urine instantly soaked through her pants, dripping down onto the cold concrete floor beneath her feet.
Tier 3 voltage had instantly robbed her of all bladder control!
"Would you like to test my patience again?" Nan Xiang asked, her finger hovering over the digital interface with an icy, mocking smile. "Tier 4 will permanently singe your vocal cords."
For reasons Nan Xiang couldn't fully comprehend, hearing Chen Meijia's agonizing, humiliating screams triggered a sudden, intense wave of slick arousal between her own thighs.
Of course, part of it was due to the daily chemical vials the Young Master required her to swallow; the compound not only continuously expanded her breasts and flared her hips, but it also massively heightened her biological neural sensitivity to dominance.
"No! No! Please! Stop shocking me! I beg of you! Waaaaah!" Chen Meijia broke down into hysterical, pathetic sobs.
In terms of raw psychological resilience and dark experience, Meijia was lightyears inferior to Nan Xiang. Two rounds of high-voltage discipline had completely obliterated her naive courage to resist.
"Now... take off every single piece of your clothing yourself," Nan Xiang commanded, tapping a button on the remote.
Click.
The overhead winch mechanism holding Meijia's wrists released, retracting the chains back into the ceiling. Aside from the heavy shock collar locked around her neck, Meijia was no longer physically restrained.
"I'll take them off! I'll take them all off!" Meijia wept hysterically, her hands trembling violently as she reached for her shirt.
Nan Xiang watched her with a leisurely, arrogant posture, thoroughly enjoying the submission.
Meijia pulled her soaked top over her head, dropping it onto the wet floor. But the very second Nan Xiang shifted her eyes slightly to glance at her remote, the street-smart survival instincts of a former chaotic hustler violently flared in Meijia's eyes.
Without a single second of warning, Meijia launched her entire body forward, tackling Nan Xiang with full physical momentum!
BANG!
Before Nan Xiang could even process the sudden movement, Meijia violently tackled her to the concrete floor. The sleek black remote control flew out of Nan Xiang's hand, skidding across the room and shattering against the far brick wall!
Slap! Slap!
"You arrogant, psychotic bitch!" Chen Meijia screamed, straddling Nan Xiang's naked body and delivering two brutal, full-force slaps directly across Nan Xiang's face.
Blood instantly seeped from the corner of Nan Xiang's lips, and bright stars exploded across her vision.
"You don't even bother to investigate what kind of ruthless reputation I carried in the street underworld before I moved into that apartment!" Meijia roared, her face twisted in wild, frantic rage. "How dare a filthy, naked whore like you act like a queen in front of me!"
Chen Meijia reached down, her hands ruthlessly grabbing the two solid-gold rings pierced through Nan Xiang's swollen chest, violently yanking them upward!
"Tell me right now! Where the hell is this place?! Who sent you, you filthy slut?!" Meijia hissed, her fingers twisting the metal rings with terrifying force. "If you dare utter a single evasive word, I will rip these fat pig breasts right off your chest!"
Nan Xiang spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the floor. Instead of screaming in terror, she slowly parted her bloody lips and let out a dark, raspy laugh.
"You truly... have impressive guts, little dog."
"You dare talk back to me?!" Meijia screamed, her ego flared by the mocking laugh. She violently yanked the heavy gold rings again, stretching Nan Xiang's chemically modified, breasts into an agonizing, cone-like shape. Fresh, crimson blood immediately oozed from the torn skin at the base of her pierced nipples. "Believe it or not, I will literally slice these tits off your chest right now! You are nothing but a naked piece of trash, yet you dare to act tough with me?!"
"Heh... hehe..."
Nan Xiang gasped heavily through the burning agony, her eyes locking onto Meijia's frantic face.
Over the past two weeks inside the Young Master's master suite, she had endured surgical piercings, deep-tissue drug swelling, high-voltage discipline, and violent physical reconditioning dozens of times. Compared to the absolute, soul-shattering psychological terror Adrian inflicted upon her daily, a frantic street brawl with a hysterical girl was practically a mild inconvenience.
"Are you seriously testing my patience?!" Chen Meijia straddled her torso, roaring in pure desperation as blood dripped onto her knuckles.
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