Jill Young's Fashion Show, now begins!
First outfit on stage—The Gentle Assassin!
The Gentle Assassin ensemble: High-neck sweater, pencil skirt, black five-centimeter pointed heels, blush and eyeshadow, red nail polish, blue mini purse (with a ladies' pistol inside), and a walk that's all sway and sass.
"Well?" Xiao Di asked. "Isn't it seductive?"
Jill Young and Pierce shook their heads in unison. "Doesn't feel quite right."
Alright, next up—The Platinum Princess!
The Platinum Princess look is a bit more elaborate: White pleated floral dress with puffy shoulders, long white gloves, platinum candy-striped stockings, pink vintage buckle shoes, golden tulle accents, hair braided to the right and curled down the chest, silver star necklace at the neck, and a lady's crown on the head. Holding a bouquet of flowers—with a hidden gun inside, ready to take someone out with a shot.
"Well?" Xiao Di asked. "Isn't it pure and sweet?"
Pierce gave a thumbs up, but Jill Young kept shaking her head. "I'm not going for the gothic lolita vibe, and I'm definitely not a bride heading to church. Next!"
Still not your style? Then let's try outfit number three—Busty Bikini!
The Busty Bikini look is pretty simple: First, you need a pair of busty boobs, then you put on a bikini—"Drop dead!" A furious roar erupted from the changing room, and a hanger flew out, smacking Pierce right in the face and drawing blood. "Try that nonsense again and I'll smash you!"
Okay, so the Busty Bikini was Pierce's wild suggestion.
Now for Xiao Di's real third creation—Daughter of the Sea!
Daughter of the Sea is also simple: Indian-style front-slit sheer skirt, shell-shaped top, coral shoulder pieces with sapphire bracelets and waist chain, barefoot, light makeup, hair in big natural waves, starry headpiece. Take a few steps, the skirt trails on the floor, long legs peek through the slit—and you can spot a gun holster strapped to her thigh.
"Whoa, whoa..." Xiao Di hurriedly shoved Jill Young back into the changing room. "No way I'm letting you wear that on TV—tiny waist, long legs, and that chest? You're giving the other women no chance! Next!"
Following the instructions from the leader of No One Under Heaven, the outfit had to be sharp and simple. Thus, the fourth look was born—Androgynous Chic!
Androgynous Chic is all about clean lines: Purple suit—not the fancy women's kind, but not just a men's suit thrown on either. The straight cut gives off a tough, efficient vibe, while the tailored fit adds a hint of charm. A short tie, a mid-height ponytail, heels that click with authority, and a jacket left unbuttoned for a dash of swagger.
Two of the crew immediately stroked their chins. "This one's nice." "Yeah, I think it works. What do you think?"
Jill Young spun in front of the mirror. It was pretty comfortable, nothing too revealing. She'd never worn heels before, but with her martial arts skills, she could walk just fine. Sure, it wasn't the best for summer, but her body could handle the heat. "Not bad." Clothes really do make the person—no wonder women love shopping. Even Jill was starting to drool a little. "Let's keep this one. I'll try a few more."
As Jill kept changing outfits, the two black saleswomen—one plump, one skinny—stood frozen, jaws dropped, like a pair of wooden statues.
While Jill Young was in the changing room, the plump saleswoman shook her head hard. "That flawless face... I refuse to believe it's natural! She must've been made at Clinic No. 8! Only they can craft someone like that!" The skinny one muttered, "With looks like that, she could be a top girl at The Turmoil Den..."
"What'd you say?" Pierce and Xiao Di whipped around, guns drawn and aimed at the two women. "Watch your mouth!" Pierce swaggered over, waving his pistol in their faces.
The two clerks instantly dropped to a crouch, hands over their heads, moving like pros. "Sorry, boss! Spare us!"
"Spare you? Maybe. But you answer whatever I ask, got it?"
"Ask away, sir!"
Pierce crouched in front of the skinny woman, staring her down. "That Turmoil Den you mentioned—is that a brothel?"
"It's a super high-end brothel in the Queen's District."
"So my question is—" Pierce's mean mug instantly turned sleazy and sheepish. "Are the top girls there really that hot? Heh, so where exactly is this Turmoil Den?"
Wham! Xiao Di punched Pierce on the head, her voice sharp. "That's what you want to ask? That useless, pervy question?"
"If you don't like it, ask something that actually matters."
"Fine, I'll ask." Xiao Di crouched in front of the plump saleswoman and got to her own question. "That Clinic No. 8 you mentioned—can they really do scarless plastic surgery? Where is it? How much..."
"Like your question's any better!" Pierce complained loudly.
Just then, the curtain of the changing room swished open and Jill Young stepped out. The four crouched on the floor looked up—and were instantly stunned. Jill had picked this outfit herself. Xiao Di hadn't expected much, but the second they saw it, all four knew: "That's the one!"
If these four lived on Earth, they'd think of one famous fictional character: The Terminator.
That's right—Jill Young now looked like a blend of the fierce female Terminator and the badass governor. The outfit was tight, black, making her figure look even slimmer. At the same time, chain-strap boots, a wide belt, and dark silver gloss and patterns gave off an armored vibe. Not revealing at all, but seriously stylish. No excess, but plenty of presence.
You could picture her in a supersonic jet cockpit, striding through explosions, or sitting in a luxury chair with her legs up on a giant boss desk.
"Feels like something's missing." Jill glanced around, walked to the sunglasses counter, and picked up a pair of big black shades. "What's this model called?"
The plump woman answered automatically, "Forged in Hatred."
"Perfect." Jill put on the shades and turned around. "This outfit's called Forged in Hatred."
From that day on, Forged in Hatred became the No One Under Heaven leader's signature outfit—like Batman's suit or Superman's cape. Jill wasn't the type for endless shopping. She packed up Forged in Hatred and Androgynous Chic, and that was it for wardrobe changes. During the shopping trip, Xiao Di kept giving feedback on the Holy Garment Society's taste, decor, storefront, service, and layout.
"If I ran this place, I'd turn it into the top, most popular fashion brand." Even as they left, Xiao Di glanced back at the Holy Garment Society's doors. "First thing, I'd put up a statue of the Gunfire Angel right at the entrance."
"You want to run it, huh..." Jill had an idea, but just nodded and didn't say more. The timing wasn't right yet.
"Alright, now that we've got clothes, let's get some guns—I think that outfit needs two good pistols to match." Pierce revved the car. "I'll take you to the best spot for gun shopping. The stuff there is the real deal. Compared to those guns, what we've got are just toy models."