Queen's District, inside a fancy underground casino. It’s not huge, but it’s famous for miles around—packed with hopefuls who dream big but bet small. Eight o’clock, neon lights flicker on, and the house opens for business. Even a smaller casino can’t do without its rabbit girls. These bunny girls flit in and out, greeting guests and escorting players—always a dazzling sight.
With so many rabbit girls around, nobody pays attention to the movements of two rather plain-looking women. They blend right in, greeting customers and joining games—old hands, clearly. But when no one’s watching, a voice crackles in their earpieces: “Checked already, all clear. The mercs are pros, no loose ends. That woman isn’t tagged or anything—she’s tied up on basement level four.”
“Did she try to escape?” one rabbit girl asks.
“She did.” The voice on the earpiece sounds almost exasperated. “She’s a real handful, tried every trick to break out—a couple times she nearly made it. If we didn’t have numbers, we’d never keep her down. She’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide. We can’t handle her.”
Good—if she was easy to handle, that’d be suspicious. “Alright, we’re heading down now.” The two rabbit girls nod at each other and make for the basement. Nobody suspects this casino is actually The Turmoil Den’s secret base. It’s like hiding a dirty movie—don’t stash it with a pile of dirty movies; someone with too much time will dig through every last one. The best way is to disguise it, tuck it under ‘art films’—close, but not quite, just enough to throw people off.
Who’d guess a casino is The Turmoil Den’s HQ? Who’d expect the Den’s boss—the famous beauty and outrageously expensive courtesan—to dress up as a cheap rabbit girl and work here?
That’s why this place is safe.
The two rabbit girls enter the designated room and find it’s one of those ‘premium’ setups—like the VIP suites in a high-end brothel. Ropes, cuffs, suspension rigs, you name it. Xiao Di is tied to the bed, struggling with all her might, but there’s no way she’s breaking out of this professional gear.
“Unexpected treat, really an unexpected treat.” The two crowd around, looming over Xiao Di. “Didn’t expect much from this operation, but look what we caught—a real big fish. The leader of the Gunfire Angels, No One Under Heaven’s number two—Xiao Di, welcome to The Turmoil Den.”
“Hmph, drop the act.” Xiao Di glares at them, venom in her eyes. “Get those Fox Sisters over here. Get the Syndicate. I’m not wasting breath on flunkies!” To Xiao Di, these two are just slightly pretty rabbit girls—camouflage they keep on for safety. Xiao Di’s tough to crack; to shake up a powerhouse like her, they have to step in themselves. But being crafty, even when they act, they make sure they’re safe. Top-notch disguises are the way to go.
“You think we’re flunkies? You’re even sadder than a flunky.” The rabbit girl’s voice is soft and clear, with a hypnotic edge. “You used to run a gang, you were this close to ruling the whole city. You had a strong, brave, loyal, handsome guy at your side—you could’ve had a golden romance. But what happened? You lost everything, and most of all, you lost that man: Zheng Daocheng.”
“You!” Xiao Di strains against the chains, the metal creaking, ready to snap. She glowers at the rabbit girls, hatred blazing. “You dare bring that up? This is all your fault—yours and your boss’s!”
“Not quite, Xiao Di, think about it.” The other rabbit girl chimes in. “Let me jog your memory—when did things start to go south? Everything was smooth sailing until one person showed up. You lost your crew, your turf, even your man died covering for that person. Now, that person’s on top, lording it over you, and you end up like this. So, who’s that person?”
“Hmph, cut the cheap tricks.” Xiao Di sneers. “If you want me to betray someone, just say it. This kind of hypnosis is embarrassing.”
“Alright, alright, maybe we’re naive.” The rabbit girl flashes an awkward smile. “Hypnosis isn’t really our thing. What we’re good at is training. Especially…” She traces her finger up Xiao Di’s calf, then slides it up her thigh, across her belly, circles her chest, and finally pops the finger in her mouth for a lick. “Training women.”
“Ha!” Xiao Di laughs three times, then gives them a look of pure contempt. “I crawled out of the wastelands, you think women from there are scared of this? Go ahead, try me—maybe I’ll catch a nap.”
“No need to bluff, Xiao Di. We’re experts. One look and we can tell—” The rabbit girl leans in, strokes Xiao Di’s face, and giggles, “You’re a virgin.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Xiao Di scoffs. “A wasteland punk, a virgin? Say that out loud and people’ll think you’re nuts.”
“Talk all you want,” the other rabbit girl pulls her finger out of her mouth, leans in and whispers in Xiao Di’s ear, licking as she speaks. “Your body’s reactions and scent don’t lie. You’re a virgin. Even in ancient times, a woman needed faith to guard her chastity. In this day and age, in this place, I can’t imagine what kind of belief you’ve got to pull that off.”
“Normally, it’s something to admire—men would treat it like a rare treasure. But now—” The rabbit girl pulls out a small knife and slices open Xiao Di’s top, slow and deliberate, exposing her skin bit by bit for maximum psychological pressure. Rip—the shirt is toast, and Xiao Di’s purple bra shows through. Seeing her flustered, the rabbit girl grins. “Now, it’s not such a good thing.”
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The other rabbit girl whips out a knife and starts slicing upward along Xiao Di’s pant leg. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as her pants are cut open, revealing long, athletic legs—her purple underwear the last line of defense. Xiao Di’s lashes tremble, fighting to keep her composure.
“No plastic surgery, still this pretty, born gorgeous and still a virgin—honestly, you’re one of a kind.” The rabbit girl’s blade hovers at the bra clasp. “So rare, it makes us want to really train you. Trust me, pros like us can make you forget everything.”
Meanwhile, the other opens a nearby cabinet. Whips and candles? Child’s play. This place is stocked with scissors, pliers, tweezers, clamps—straight-up surgical gear. Electrodes, brushes, cupping jars, and a bunch of weird stuff you’d rather not imagine. Too many creepy things to list, and just picturing what they’re for is enough to make your skin crawl.
The worst is the machine one rabbit girl wheels out. Plug it in, flip the switch, and it starts thrusting a rod back and forth so fast it practically blurs. “First time’s precious—what size should we go with?” She taps her chin, then picks out the biggest one. “This’ll do. The ‘Black guy’ size.”
“You… you…” Faced with all this, Xiao Di’s nerves start to fray. “You just want intel, right? I’ve got my own demands—get your boss or the Syndicate over here. I’ll only talk to them. Flunkies like you don’t get to decide, so go ask!”
“No, no, you still don’t get it.” One rabbit girl grabs a brush and slowly strokes Xiao Di’s skin, raising goosebumps. “We’re not letting you see anyone else. The only folks you’ll meet are us. Like I said, today’s an unexpected treat—rare material like you deserves top-tier training.”
The other rabbit girl leans in, hands roaming over Xiao Di, giggling. “We know women are slaves to desire—none can resist temptation. We’ll train you to crave satisfaction so much you’ll do anything for it. By then, you won’t need negotiations—you’ll help us with whatever we want. Our skills will blow your mind.”
The shadows of the two rabbit girls loom over Xiao Di. She stares at them in terror, helpless as a lost child. But after a moment, her expression shifts and she sneers, “So you really won’t take me to your boss. Thought I’d catch a big fish, but after all this, you two are all I get?”
“Huh?” Just as the two rabbit girls’ faces change, the door bursts open and a crowd storms in, quickly taking control. Behind the gun-toting muscle, Pierce and Jill Young stroll in. Someone unlocks Xiao Di’s chains, and she rubs her wrists, getting up. “These two must be some kind of senior staff at The Turmoil Den. Maybe they’ll be useful.”
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Flashback to a few days ago.
In the villa, Xiao Di, Pierce, and Jill Young eye each other cautiously, like rivals in a final showdown. “Three, two, one—go!” At the signal, all three throw down their moves. In a flash, Xiao Di checks their hands: two fists. Then looks at her own—a pair of scissors…
“That’s fate, gotta accept it.” Jill Young pats Xiao Di’s shoulder. “You’re the bait for this fishing operation. Hope you reel in a big catch. If it’s just a couple of kittens, that’d be embarrassing.”
“Fine, I’ll go. But those mercs better behave. If any of them lay a finger on me, I’ll drop the mission and kill them on the spot.”
“Relax. After that little girl got attacked last time, she went berserk and cleaned house. This time, she’s already scared the mercenary crew stiff—no way anything’ll go wrong.” Jill Young pats Xiao Di’s shoulder. “Just show us your acting chops.”
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Back to the present.
“Wow, girl, you’ve got a killer body!” Pierce whistles at Xiao Di, then eyes the rabbit girls. “But what about these two? You went fishing and caught what, exactly? If all we get are two fancy trainers, this is pointless.” Now that No One Under Heaven runs the show, the rabbit girls are left anxious and invisible—no big boss vibes at all. No wonder Pierce is roasting Xiao Di for being ‘bait that doesn’t deliver.’
Life’s a stage, and it’s all about acting. The two sisters really know how to put on a show. Just when they think they’ll blend in as regular Den staff and avoid a tight watch, Jill Young, who’s been observing, suddenly pipes up: “Nope, these two are in disguise.”
“Huh?” Everyone freezes, and the rabbit girls jump. In a flash, Xiao Di grabs a bucket of water and dumps it on them—soaked to the bone. Thin clothes go transparent, and the water washes away all their disguise gear and makeup.
“Oh, oh, oh, so it’s you two.” Jill Young grins, then orders, “Guys, out.” The men and Pierce file out.
“Wh-what are you planning?” With fewer people around, the Fox Sisters actually feel less safe. Jill Young and Xiao Di close in, grinning wickedly. “You know, catching you two today really is an unexpected treat. Word is you’re pros at training—can’t match you there, but I’m willing to learn.” With a flip of her right hand, Jill Young whips out a bat-sized magic wand, swings the door shut.
Creak—bang, the door locks, and the Fox Sisters are swallowed by the shadows…