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The next second, a tearing pain made Ye Jiuting cry out completely.
Gasps and sweat merged into magma that could melt a human heart.
Ye Jiuting was surrounded by thick male hormones, suspended between pleasure and agony.
An entire day and night, he took what he wanted, gave what he desired.
Her consciousness slowly returned, accompanied by a sore back and waist, and a dry mouth after the drug had run its course through profuse sweating.
Ye Jiuting slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a dimly lit room, decorated in black, white, and gray.
Her figure lying on the bed was reflected on the mirror surface of the top‑grade crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Her face was pale, her lips bright red, full and sexy — swollen from being kissed roughly.
She lifted the quilt gently.
Beneath it, her body was completely naked.
Her skin was covered in blotchy kiss marks, now deep crimson after a night.
Her skin was cold and fair; the marks were like red plum blossoms scattered in heavy snow, a vivid reminder of what had happened.
Ye Jiuting turned her head and saw the God of Gamblers sitting majestically on the sofa by the window, legs crossed.
Dressed in black, he blended into the dimness like a hunting tiger, hidden in shadow.
A ray of sunlight split the curtains like a blade, passing beneath his feet.
He looked like a heavenly being who had stepped down from the starry river — noble, exalted, untouchable.
Ye Jiuting's muddled mind finally cleared completely.
She grabbed a bath towel from the bedside, wrapped herself up, and got up to greet him.
"Mr. God of Gamblers, hello."
She had overestimated her physical condition.
As her toes touched the ground, her joints ached sharply. She stumbled and fell at his feet.
Ye Jiuting propped herself up with her hands and lifted her head.
The sunlight fell directly into her eyes, and her vision blurred into a thin mist.
Chu Yuan's figure turned dreamlike and unreal.
After a few stunned seconds, she tried to stand up, but her limbs were too weak. She failed several times.
Chu Yuan bent down and lifted her up with one hand.
"If you're unwell, you can lie down a little longer."
The bath towel around Ye Jiuting slipped. She quickly grabbed it to keep from exposing herself.
He was neatly dressed, abstinent and noble, like a god.
She was barely covered, messy and embarrassed.
They were separated by the light on the floor, as if in two different worlds.
Ye Jiuting bowed respectfully to the God of Gamblers.
"I'm fine now. Thank you for saving me last night. I will repay you if I ever get the chance. I have something very important to deal with, so I'll take my leave today."
She lifted her eyes to look at Chu Yuan.
"May I?"
Chu Yuan said, "Yes. You may wear the clothes by the bed."
Ye Jiuting bowed to him again, took the clothes, and went into the bathroom to change.
"Mr. God of Gamblers, farewell."
The God of Gamblers only nodded politely.
Ye Jiuting turned and left.
The God of Gamblers' suite on The Mortal Realm was unimaginably huge.
Beyond the 200‑square‑meter master bedroom lay three connected living rooms.
She opened the door into the VIP corridor.
At the end of the corridor, two uniformed waiters opened the door for her.
When she stepped out, she entered the economy section.
She needed to return to her room, get her phone, contact her family, hire a lawyer, and settle the matter involving Mr. Zhou.
Ye Jiuting's room was in the staff area.
She walked dozens of meters without seeing a single person. Only her footsteps echoed down the corridor.
An eerie silence hung over her, and her eyelids twitched violently.
A bad premonition weighed on her chest.
Ye Jiuting pushed open her room door and walked in.
Two foreign men in uniforms stood inside, clearly waiting for a long time.
When they saw her enter, they stood up.
In English, they said:
"Miss Doctor, we are agents from Country H. You are suspected of killing one of our cryptography bureau agents. We are lawfully arresting you. Please cooperate with our investigation; otherwise, we will take compulsory measures."
Ye Jiuting finally realized how serious this was.
A cross‑border case, involving state agents.
She could not be taken away by these men.
Once extradited to Country H, they would not interrogate her fairly, nor would they seek the truth.
Underlings eager for credit would simply convict her, throw her into prison, and sentence her to hundreds of years.
If necessary, they would even silence her forever.
Her life would be completely ruined.
Ye Jiuting's first instinct was to run.
But before she could take a step, one of the men raised a gun and aimed it at her.
"Doctor, do not do something you will regret for the rest of your life."
Ye Jiuting had no choice but to surrender.
Her hands were cuffed.
Two tall foreigners escorted her out of the room like a prisoner.
Ye Jiuting was taken back to the VIP suite area.
After winding through several corridors, they entered a room.
Inside, several men sat together, holding wine glasses, with beautiful women in their arms — indulging in sensual pleasure.
Ye Jiuting immediately saw the God of Gamblers sitting in the main seat.
A girl knelt at his feet, serving him, her expression obsessed and reverent.
The God of Gamblers was chatting quietly with the foreign man beside him, not even glancing at her.
Everyone else in the room ignored her as well.
She was left standing there, like an inanimate decoration in the suite.
Ten minutes later, a round at the card table ended.
The girl kneeling at the God of Gamblers' feet neatly stacked the winning chips.
Three phoenix cries sounded over The Mortal Realm.
A virtual fire phoenix circled above the ship three times.
Each circle meant a tycoon had won a hundred million — three circles meant three hundred million.
Many enterprises with hundreds or even thousands of employees could not earn that much in a year of hard work.
Yet on The Mortal Realm, it was just a game at their card table.
True, unapologetic luxury and dissipation.
Wang Zhenghang, his back to Ye Jiuting, pushed away his chips and lit a cigarette.
"I never win when I play against you."
Chu Yuan smiled and lifted a wine glass from the tray.
"It's only a game."
Wang Zhenghang joked with a laugh.
"Then we're not friends anymore."
The foreign man Enzo said, "Mr. Chu, when will you come to Las Vegas? The boss there has sent invitations many times. He asked me to invite you on his behalf when I met you."
Wang Zhenghang said, "Poaching? No way. Chu Yuan is mine on this ship. Whoever tries to take him will have to fight me to the death."
He touched the ring on his middle finger, a symbol of authority on The Mortal Realm.
This gesture usually meant someone was about to be killed.
Wang Zhenghang lost interest in cards and turned to leave — then saw Ye Jiuting standing in the middle of the living room.
Her figure was graceful, her face delicate and beautiful.
Her hands were cuffed, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.
Her top‑level beauty was impossible to ignore.
"Where did this beauty come from?"
Wang Zhenghang turned to Chu Yuan. "Yours?"
Chu Yuan took a sip of wine and shook his head.
Enzo said, "Mine."
Wang Zhenghang clicked his tongue.
"She's truly stunning. We didn't even know we had someone like this on board — lucky you found her, Mr. Enzo."
Enzo said, "Mr. Zhou, the one you have frozen in your cold storage — she killed him."
In an instant, everyone's gaze fell on Ye Jiuting.
Those playful looks turned into sharp blades.
Ye Jiuting looked at them calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"I was framed. My medicine was switched. I injected Mr. Zhou without knowing what had happened. I didn't know his identity beforehand.
"If you arrest me, the real killer will go free. I can cooperate with your investigation… I am from Hong Kong. Even if there is an investigation, I should be sent back to Hong Kong to be tried by local courts."
She spoke methodically, calmly and gracefully, fighting to clear her name and protect her rights.
Everyone listened politely without interrupting.
Only then did Enzo speak.
"Whether you were framed or not is irrelevant. What matters is that our cryptography bureau agent is dead — by your hand."
In other words, they only needed someone to take the blame.
No one cared how Mr. Zhou really died.
Enzo gestured.
"Take her down and lock her up."
Ye Jiuting had long known they were unreasonable.
She had not expected Enzo to seek the truth.
She elbowed the men reaching for her aside and looked pleadingly at the only person she knew in the room.
"Mr. God of Gamblers, please testify for me. Last night I was framed, and they almost took me away to silence me."