No One Under Heaven has risen—this gang, completely unknown just days ago, has suddenly become the talk of the town.
The boss, Jill Young—center of The Reliable Adventure drama, the one who smashed the all-time high score record. Second-in-command, Xiao Di—a fearless warrior, always charging ahead and managing all the turf they snatched. These two aren’t just gorgeous, they’re strong—and not just strong, but totally nuts. Rumor has it, Boss Jill cooked up the crazy plan to use herself as bait and managed to capture Inkster, the Black Pearl gang leader.
One car versus dozens—a whole night of highway mayhem. Word is, by the end, they were out of ammo and supplies, and even their souped-up ride sputtered out with a puff of smoke. Honestly, no other gang boss would’ve dared to pull something like this.
And it worked. No One Under Heaven swallowed up two of Black Pearl’s territories in no time, then rallied their forces to take a third, linking all their turf together. Four districts—a full quarter of the Queen’s District—making them the hottest new gang in town. That night at The Reliable Adventure, Jill Young scored big—fame and fortune, the ultimate winner.
Now, posters of Jill Young and Xiao Di are plastered all over the streets. Let’s face it—being easy on the eyes is a PR superpower. Inkster was a rising star once too, but nobody ever made a poster of her. Jill just grabbed four districts, and boom—she’s already got fans.
With these two beauties lighting up the city, nobody even noticed the getaway driver from that highway brawl. Wait, No One Under Heaven has a third-in-command? Never heard of ’em. Probably just some benchwarmer, not worth a second glance.
But let’s be real—what’s Jill Young, the so-called mastermind, actually like? Is she really some kind of Zhuge Liang?
"You said what?" In a cozy little tea shop, Xiao Di lowered her voice, staring at the boss in disbelief: "You didn’t actually think up any strategy?"
The boss dangled a straw from her lips. As she spoke, the end of the straw bobbed up and down: "Do I look like the type who plans everything out?"
Xiao Di shook her head instantly: "You’re more like the ‘don’t think, just do’ type."
"Hey, it’s not like you’re totally brainless." The straw bounced as Jill spoke, her voice muffled by the thing in her mouth. "But yeah, I didn’t lay out some flawless battle plan—just went with the flow."
"But you had Pierce lying low, waiting in the wings..."
"What, you wanted me to walk home?"
"And you had me ready to storm Black Pearl turf..."
"What, you wanted you guys just sitting around doing nothing?"
"And you used that kite-flying trick to tie up their forces..."
"What, you think I’d just let them mess with me and walk away without a scratch?"
"Fine..." Xiao Di slumped over the table, puffing bubbles into her juice.
"It’s not like I’m totally clueless. If I show up in public, of course enemies will try to ambush me. No matter what Inkster was thinking, she’d have to keep an eye out. That whole operation was a fishing trap—so yeah, I can plan that much. But if you expect me to magically know, with zero intel, that only Black Pearl would make a move... That’s not gang life, that’s divine intervention." Jill patted Xiao Di’s head to comfort her. "Pierce dodging the search and hiding out, you setting the perfect ambush for that little dark-skinned chick—that’s all you guys. That’s your skills on display."
"Basically, I just set the big picture. If I had to micromanage everything, what would I need a right-hand for?" Jill leaned back, arms behind her head, looking totally chill and irresponsible. Xiao Di rolled her eyes, but just snorted and said nothing. This kind of management style is exactly what lets old pros like her work comfortably.
"Oh right, I’ve got three big things to handle." The boss perked up, turning to Xiao Di: "First, let’s call a meeting."
"A meeting?"
"Yep. I want everyone in our territory—civilians, shop owners, dealers, brothel bosses, all the riffraff, plus our own recruits—gathered together. I’ve got something to say." Jill pinched her chin, getting serious. "We need to set some ground rules. No more chaos."
"Got it, I’ll take care of it. Give me three days, tops." Xiao Di perked up at the mention of business. "What about the other two things?"
"We’ll talk about those later. Let’s nail the first one first." Jill was deep in thought, like something major was brewing.
Two days later. Night City. Midnight.
The moon was high, and a crowd gathered in a small plaza.
No One Under Heaven mobilized all its spare muscle. They looked lazy, but the whole area was locked down tight. Rival gangs, especially those under the Syndicate Group, were under strict surveillance. This was the boss’s first big meeting—if someone tried to crash it with a car, it’d be a total joke.
Luckily, with all the security, nothing weird happened.
The plaza was packed, everyone in their seats. In this world’s underworld, gangs might control turf, but they don’t rule everything. Casino owners, brothel bosses, drug dealers, arms traffickers—they’re all here. They profit alongside the gangs, but they aren’t actually under gang control.
Today, No One Under Heaven rounded everyone up, saying the boss had something big to announce. All sorts showed up—brothel bosses, dealers, you name it. They might not work for No One Under Heaven, but old-school gangs are the real local kings. New boss, new energy—let’s hear what this rising star has to say.
So, a bunch of crooks gathered. Mixed in were reps for the regular folks and shopkeepers, all looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Surrounded by gangsters, they were sweating bullets, half perched on their seats, just hoping not to get ripped apart. But when the gang boss calls, you show up—no matter how nervous you are.
On one side of the plaza, there was a raised platform with a huge, fancy sofa—like a throne. But Jill Young didn’t sit there; it stayed empty. She didn’t keep them waiting long, though. Right before midnight, Jill showed up with Xiao Di on the opposite side, making everyone twist around to see her.
"Everyone’s here, huh?" Jill’s voice wasn’t loud, but the place was so quiet that everyone heard her. A bunch of No One Under Heaven’s lieutenants stood up, respectfully greeting her: "Boss!" They hadn’t been with her long, but Jill had beaten them all into submission, so they were nothing but respectful.
"Boss? I don’t like that name." Jill raised her voice a bit: "Anyone know what you’re supposed to call me?"
The lieutenants looked at each other, awkward and confused. The big boss was clearly unhappy, but none of them knew what she wanted. Suddenly, a crisp kid’s voice piped up: "You guys are so dumb." Everyone turned to see a blue-haired girl in the crowd. Unfazed by the attention, she said, "Of course it’s ‘The Queen’!" That was Little Blue.
"The Queen?" Some folks scoffed, sneered, or rolled their eyes. One greasy guy muttered, "She’s just the ‘Queen’ of the madhouse—what a tramp."
His voice was low, but Jill heard it. She ignored him for now, squinting and strolling forward: "No One Under Heaven’s only been around two weeks. We’re rising fast, but our roots are shallow. We’ve taken a lot of turf, but I don’t know my crew, and I don’t know you folks. So, I called you all here to get acquainted. Clear things up now, so we don’t clash later, right?"
"Say it like that, and we get it." Someone spoke up: "Miss, you make sense. Guess we should introduce ourselves. Boss Luo, you go first." The greasy guy grumbled, "A meet-and-greet, wasting my time, what nonsense." Then he loudly declared, "Name’s Luo. Folks on the street call me Boss Luo. I run all the drugs in the Queen’s District—"
"That’s why I think today’s meeting matters." Jill cut him off before he could finish, strolling along and drawling, "You’re all sitting here, but you don’t get what I’m about. So yeah, we need this meeting."
The crowd was stunned, not sure what Jill Young was up to. Boss Luo, who’d been interrupted, looked furious. As the Queen’s District drug kingpin, he wasn’t used to being cut off. Only No One Under Heaven’s lieutenants seemed chill—they’d already gotten a taste of Jill’s style in just two weeks.
"Here’s the deal: I don’t care who’s who. That’s for my crew to handle, not me. Since you don’t know me, let me lay out a few things so you get my vibe. From now on, we do things my way." Jill looked at her lieutenants. "Let’s start with our own. Roll with me, you get paid well—but you follow my rules. Do your job, pay your protection tax, and actually protect people. For example—if you’re horny, go to a brothel, but rape is off-limits."
She stepped forward, looking at the brothel bosses: "Same goes for you—bring in new girls, fine. But forcing good women into the business? Not happening."
She glanced at the casino bosses: "You—make money, sure. But driving people to ruin? Not on my watch."
She shot a look at the shop owners: "You—do business, fine. But extortion and forced sales? Forget it."
Jill strode forward, laying down rule after rule with every step. The crowd buzzed, but she didn’t care, her voice ringing out: "From now on, in my territory—drugs, gambling, nightclubs, whatever—you all pay protection tax. No exceptions."
"What did you say?!" Boss Luo couldn’t take it anymore, pointing at Jill: "You want me to pay protection tax?"
"What, shop owners can pay but you can’t? That’s not fair to regular folks." Jill kept walking toward Boss Luo. "Don’t want to pay? Fine. Skip the tax, and I won’t protect you. Next time some goons mess you up, I’ll stay out of it."
With whispers and snickers all around, Boss Luo’s forehead veins bulged: "You—you’re nuts! Fairness? Don’t make me laugh! You’re just another gang—trying to play hero now?"
"Hero? I couldn’t care less." Jill kept closing in, lips curled in a scary smile: "Heroes don’t take you out without a trial—but I will. Heroes don’t tie you to a rock and dump you in the sea—but I will."
Face-to-face as Jill Young strode over, Boss Luo’s heart started pounding—like he’d just met his natural enemy. His legs went weak, and he instinctively stepped aside.
Jill kept moving, never slowing down—like Boss Luo was never even an obstacle. She climbed onto the platform, stood by the throne-like seat, turned to face the crowd, and barked out, silencing all the whispers: "I don’t care about old deals, secret codes, or so-called ‘street rules.’ From now on, I’m in charge here, and it’s my rules that count."
Jill swept her gaze over the crowd: "Heroes care about reputation; wise rulers make laws. I’m neither. So I don’t care about any of that. I know some of you are scheming, hoping to find loopholes. But my rules are simple—just one, in fact: If I don’t like something, I’ll destroy it."
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Everyone reacted differently, but none were unmoved. Jill Young’s words were like those of history’s most iron-fisted tyrants. If anyone else had said them, folks would’ve scoffed. But here and now, after Jill spoke, all anyone felt was pure fear.
Because this woman had the violence to back up her words.
"As for what I don’t like, you’ll have to figure that out yourselves. Here’s an example, just to make it easy." Jill’s lips curled, and she pointed: "Right now, you’re really ticking me off." Her finger landed squarely on Boss Luo, who was left speechless and stunned.
After three seconds of silence, No One Under Heaven’s lieutenants pounced like wolves, pinning Boss Luo to the ground. In a flash, the pros had him tied up and dragged him out. "You—you can’t do this! You’re crazy! Do you know who I am? I’m—ugh…" One of the lieutenants punched him, knocking out his teeth.
"Oh, and if you mess up, best to apologize. If you tick me off, better get on your knees—I might forgive you. But if you want to show off your status," Jill sat down on the fancy seat, "make sure to announce it before I take you out—think of it as your last words."
Jill brushed imaginary dust off her clothes, her presence dominating the entire crowd. Her tone was steady, voice calm: "So, do you know what to call me now?"
Little Blue immediately led the call: "You have to say ‘The Queen’!" This time, no one mocked her, and several voices echoed the sentiment. Even those who didn’t join in kept quiet, lost in thought—maybe having a queen who makes the rules isn’t such a bad thing.
Maybe, after all that swagger, the rules set by No One Under Heaven’s Queen are actually good for people. At least the regular folks in the crowd had a new light in their eyes.
On the high platform, Jill Young leaned her head on one hand, smiling silently at the crowd. Right at midnight, twelve deep chimes drifted in on the wind. Sitting above them all, platinum hair flying in the night breeze, Jill looked every inch the tyrant—glamorous, deadly, domineering, and fair.
The Queen’s shadow began to fall over Steelbull City.