Reincarnated Divine Child, Destiny Across Three Lifetimes (Part One)
"Reporting to Jill, we've got the scoop. The Mongol army is on the hunt for monks. Every road, every checkpoint is locked down—any monk passing through gets nabbed, no exceptions. Try to fight back? They'll cut you down right there. If they run into some martial arts big shot they can't handle, they call for reinforcements; five hundred, maybe a thousand Mongol troops will swarm in. In just one day, the monk casualty and capture count is off the charts. Henan's in full panic mode. And it's not just monks—anyone with a shaved head gets the same treatment."
The Shadowstep Division is a department under No One Under Heaven. They don't fight on the front lines—they're the intel ninjas, gathering info and spying. Every Shadowstep member is a master of light footwork, rocking lightweight, stealthy gear in dark colors for those midnight missions. Everyone's a disguise pro, and if the job calls for it, they're not above a little assassination work.
Ying Qianhua runs the Shadowstep Division, and she's the only one who gets face time with Jill Young and Jack Young directly.
Of course, if you're strutting down the street in broad daylight, don't go full Assassin's Creed. That kind of getup gets you way too much attention. These days, you can't just play it off as cosplay—you'll be a magnet for nosy questions.
"Monks, huh..." Jill Young nodded, then turned to Jimmy Chang with a grin that'd make a horror movie villain jealous: "Well, looks like we've got no choice—"
Still lost in grief, Jimmy Chang suddenly sensed trouble brewing. When he saw Jill Young whip out a set of women's clothes and close in with that terrifying big-sis energy, alarm bells went off in his head. The clever little monk instantly got it—his lips went pale, legs shaking: "Wh-what are you doing? D-don't come any closer!"
"Oh, don't be so shy—it's not like we have any other options. You want everyone to get in trouble just because of your shiny bald head? Come on, accept your fate, you don't get a vote—Simone, grab him! Let's get to work!"
"On it!"
Riiiip! The sound of tearing clothes was followed by Jimmy Chang's scream echoing through the clouds: "No... aaah—!"
A few minutes later, Jimmy Chang reemerged, now decked out in women's clothes and a wig. He'd always been pale and delicate, and at fourteen he hadn't filled out yet. Years of vegetarian living left him skinny, too. Now, all dressed up, head down and blushing like a shy little quail, he actually pulled off the look pretty well.