Ever since unifying Queen's District, Jill Young has been busier than ever. Whether in Night City or Day City, Jill's influence is at an all-time high. But that also means extra burdens—everyone comes to her for everything. Big issues, small issues, anything her subordinates can't figure out, they all ask her. The Syndicate Building was converted into the Eternal Night Tower, becoming the base for Eternal Night Holdings and No One Under Heaven. Jill spends most of her day here handling all sorts of affairs.
Military, economic, political, expansion, conservatism, development—Jill is really getting a taste of what it's like to have a million things on her plate.
Honestly, this is just a stage everyone has to go through. Once you go from a ragtag crew to a real ruler, the old ways just don't cut it anymore. If you're behind the times, you have to rework everything to fit your new role. In a place like Steelbull City, the so-called government barely matters—sometimes the real order comes from the overlords in the shadows. During this period of change, Jill, as the top decision-maker, can't shirk her responsibilities.
"Finished reading all those biographies of the previous overlords?" Xiao Di pushed a little cart into the office, stacked high with big, hefty books. "If you’re done, there’s plenty more here."
"Who knew being a crime boss meant memorizing this many books?" Jill glanced at all those finance tomes and whatnot, rubbing her temples in frustration. "Now I get it—Jonathan reaching that level really was top-tier talent." Not that she hates learning; after all, Jill graduated from a prestigious university and can handle studying just fine. Especially now, with her strong body and sharp mind, memorizing stuff is a breeze.
But that doesn’t mean Jill isn’t annoyed.
"Nope, nope, this stuff isn’t my job." If you try to do everything yourself, even a genius like Zhuge Liang couldn’t handle it. "If the boss is still stuck in the nitty-gritty, it means two things: one, the staff are idiots. Two, the organization has no plan. If your people can’t do the job, don’t know how, or keep asking for help, that’s when the boss has to step in. And if my schedule’s packed seventeen hours a day, it means my staff are seriously dumb."
"Hey!" Xiao Di immediately protested, "What’s that supposed to mean? I’m working hard too, you know—not much more free time than you!"
"That just means our whole gang is short on talent." Jill slapped the table. "Alright, here’s my order: starting now, we’re openly recruiting. High pay, great benefits, and we don’t care about your background. Whether you’re a law-abiding citizen, drug dealer, crook, even prostitutes or gigolos—if you’ve got skills, you’re in." Jill thought back to when she first arrived in the martial arts world; back then, Jingwu Association was recruiting talent, so she could totally copy what Mr. Huo did.
Of course, No One Under Heaven is a top dog now, so their recruitment drive is way bigger than Jingwu Association’s ever was. With Jill’s current status, it’s kinda like being one of the Seven Warring States. Actually, that sounds a little cocky—wait, think about it: back in the Warring States, China only had about twenty million people (according to Baidu, so don’t blame me if it’s wrong), but Steelbull City has even more than that, so Jill’s in charge of more people than some ancient kings!
With Jill Young’s orders, a grand recruitment campaign kicked off. Such an important task, of course, was personally handled by the most trusted hall leader, Xiao Di.
At the same time, with her new role, Jill didn’t want a bunch of unruly rabble under her—she needed strict discipline and rules, plus a real sense of pride in the job. So she launched a campaign for reform, restructuring, and rectification. After drafting unified regulations and an action plan, she trained her subordinates and partners, getting everyone back on board.
This glorious yet tough mission naturally fell to the highly valued second hall leader, Pierce. From dress codes to catchphrases, Jill insisted on transforming the street brawlers into a real mafia.
Alright, those are the two big things for now. Everything else can be handled under these two. The two hall leaders just need to get it done and report to Her Majesty from time to time. What’s Her Majesty up to? Running Eternal Night Holdings? Nope—she’s off watching a show: the ultimate showdown for Steelbull City’s King of Vice throne.
Previously, we mentioned someone called Pure Lord—the former top boss of Steelbull City’s sex industry, nicknamed Iron Testicle. When he lost power, he was caught by the Syndicate and imprisoned by the Fox Sisters, spending three years behind bars. Rumor has it, when it came time to rescue this guy, no one wanted to touch him. All sorts of blinding gadgets, sticky mystery fluids on his skin—Pierce, who led the rescue, didn’t even dare tell Jill the details.
But when Pure Lord finally appeared before Jill, freshly cleaned and dressed, he was the picture of elegance in a spotless white suit. Rumor says he’s thirty-nine, but he looks more like nineteen. Brown hair, blue eyes, sharp features, and those slightly world-weary electric eyes—he’s got that premium Japanese host vibe.
Pure Lord and the Fox Sisters were basically sworn enemies, but he just smiled calmly, showing none of the misery the Fox Sisters had put him through. "Heard you two failed. I knew this day would come—the path you chose was all wrong, totally off track, so no matter how hard you worked, you’d never reach the top." After a couple of polite but sharp jabs, Pure Lord turned to Jill and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, please allow me to build a true empire of vice for you and bring endless profits."
The Fox Sisters, of course, weren’t having it. No matter the job, if you’ve done well, you’ve got professional pride. "Hmm…" Jill thought for a moment, then said, "You each have your strengths, so why not manage your own turf? Whoever does best wins the King of Vice crown. Sound good?"
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"No problem." All three answered at once.
And so, the battle for the King of Vice began.
Jill assumed Pure Lord would be all about training elite male hosts, but she was wrong—he was actually a gynecology expert. On training day, ninety-five percent of his students were women. Curious, Jill sat in to see how the mysterious world of vice holds its pep rallies.
"Everyone’s heard the saying: true heroes aren’t defined by gender." Pure Lord’s words made everyone glance at Jill. The phrase she’d once tossed out was now famous thanks to Cake Dog. "But here’s what I say: that might work elsewhere, but in our business, it’s total nonsense!" Pure Lord’s voice boomed, commanding respect and stirring whispers. Jill scratched her head awkwardly—this guy was something else, daring to call out the boss right to her face. No wonder he got locked up…
"Remember this: it’s exactly because gender differences exist that our business survives. The folks who say gender doesn’t matter are just talking big—clothes on, standing up. But strip down and get in bed, nobody’s saying that!" Pure Lord preached like a deity, words flowing like lotus blossoms: "If you work for me, there’s only one rule—men are idiots!"
That line was so loud it stunned the whole room. Jill propped her chin, planning to listen a bit more to see if he was actually crazy.
"The sex industry thrives entirely thanks to men. Men are tragic creatures—endless sex drive and desire, always in heat. Once they hit puberty, or even before, they’re downloading porn, ogling beauties, fantasizing about their female teachers and classmates, and peaking during their private sessions. When they finally lose their virginity and climb into bed with a woman, they feel powerful, like they’ve conquered her. But I say—conquered my ass!"
"A woman just needs to move a little, breathe a little, moan a bit, and men get all riled up and proud. They’ll brag everywhere about their skills and stamina, but it’s all a sham—it’s not that easy to make a woman climax! Sisters, your own experiences should prove that."
The women couldn’t help but nod and whisper among themselves.
"But sending men to heaven is easy. In our business, men are the biggest customers. As long as they feel good when it’s done, the money rolls in. For you all, it couldn’t be simpler. Of course, there’s a trick to everything—from facial expressions, body language, knowledge, temperament, and conversation, you’ve got to know how a man thinks. As Iron Testicle, I know exactly where men’s weaknesses are." Pure Lord winked shyly. "And that’s what I’m here to teach you."
Thunderous applause followed as Pure Lord bowed gracefully.
Pure Lord stepped down, the students left, but Jill stayed put—there was another lecture coming up, this time by the Fox Sisters. Just as expected, their main students were men. Men teach women how to handle men, women teach men how to handle women—funny how the world works.
"We always say: women are slaves to desire, and that’s not just talk. That fool before was probably preaching female supremacy, saying men are idiots and all that. But what we want to say is, he’s got it all wrong." The Fox Sisters spoke from experience: "Men’s urges only last a while, but women’s desires can last a lifetime. Sure, men need a break after they go soft, while women can theoretically enjoy pleasure endlessly—sounds powerful, but that’s the trap."
"A lot of things that seem bad are actually useful. Getting pricked by a needle hurts, getting burned by fire stings—we don’t like it, but it protects us. Men going soft is the same! That fool compared sex to flying to heaven, but we think it’s more like falling. When a man goes soft, it looks bad, but it actually protects you—gives you a chance to catch your breath and not get too deep. But women don’t have that shutoff switch—they’re limitless."
"Think about it: if you could only eat one piece of candy a day, you’d always want more, but you wouldn’t get fat. If you could eat as much as you want, you’d turn into a pig and wreck your body. Sex is the same—unlimited pleasure is like a demon’s hand dragging women into the abyss. Once she’s lost in it, she becomes a slave to desire, controlled by others. We’ve been in the business long enough to know women’s weaknesses." The Fox Sisters giggled behind their hands. "And that’s what we’re here to teach you."
Jill was genuinely amazed by these lectures. You really do have to love your job—every field needs its guiding principles, or you’ll never make it big. She didn’t catch the whole talk though; once it got into the nitty-gritty business skills, Jill made a hasty escape.
Anyway, after some time integrating everything, No One Under Heaven finally got on track, and the whole Queen’s District started to buzz with energy. When No One Under Heaven began sharpening its blades and eyeing the whole city, someone paid them another visit—it was Night Lolita.
The second time Night Lolita showed up, the gang’s leaders were much more relaxed—they knew their boss could handle this girl. But this time, Night Lolita looked serious. She cut straight to the point: "You can’t expand your territory anymore. That’s forbidden."