"Listen up, Steelbull City’s eight districts aren’t as simple as they look. Each one has its own secret weapon—top-level classified stuff, only the city’s real big shots get to see it." In the villa, Jill Young paced like a drill sergeant training new recruits, while Pierce and Xiao Di sat ramrod straight on the couch across from her.
"According to that little loli’s intel, the Queen’s District’s secret weapon is called the ‘Iron Testicle.’ Whoever controls it controls the Queen’s District. So," Jill raised a finger, "since the Syndicate’s hiding so deep now, our number one goal is to find the Iron Testicle!"
"Iron Testicle?" Pierce couldn’t help but laugh. "Gotta admit, that does sound useful."
"That sleazy grin is way too much, but Xiao Di—don’t hit him, because his idea’s actually right." Jill tapped her pointer on the whiteboard behind her, which had a map of the Queen’s District. "The Queen’s District’s most famous, most profitable, main pillar industry is, you guessed it—sex! The so-called Iron Testicle isn’t some object, it’s a person—a man. Only someone who totally dominates the Queen’s District’s sex trade, whose ‘abilities’ are widely and unanimously recognized, can be called the Iron Testicle."
"Now that you mention it, I remember a guy," Pierce said, stroking his chin. "He used to rule the Queen’s District and look down on all of Steelbull City—the kingpin of the sex business. The girls he trained were the best of the best, totally addictive. Rumor has it his ‘skills’ were inhuman, nobody could match him. If we’re talking Iron Testicle, he’s the obvious choice."
"Oh," Xiao Di chimed in, "you mean that guy? I’ve been wondering where he is lately."
"Ever since the Syndicate rose up and The Turmoil Den got set up, that guy vanished," Pierce scratched his head. "I’m guessing the Syndicate probably nabbed him."
"For stuff like this, just ask Cake Dog." Jill waved a hand. "Anyway, the Syndicate doesn’t rely on territory for cash, but that doesn’t mean we can’t mess with them. Right now, they’re standing on two legs: trade and sex. We’ll use Eternal Night Holdings to chop off one, then find the Iron Testicle to cut the other. Once both legs are gone, let’s see where they run. So: gather intel, find a way, and rescue the Iron Testicle!"
"Got it!"
"By the way," Jill asked, "what’s the Iron Testicle’s actual name?"
"His real name’s long forgotten," Pierce grinned, giving a thumbs up. "People just call him: Pure Lord."
And so, the operation to rescue Pure Lord began.
According to Cake Dog and her intel network, Pure Lord was being held captive by two Fox Sisters from the Syndicate. Most readers can’t even remember their names, but those two women run The Turmoil Den—a massive business. They’ve locked Pure Lord away somewhere mysterious, doing stuff to him that’s honestly too grim to describe. It’s been years. Basically, they seem to be trying to uncover the secret of the Iron Testicle.
In a way, you could say they’ve scored a temporary win. The male escorts they’ve trained are seriously talented—so much so that their female (and sometimes male) clients just can’t get enough. That’s why their business is booming.
"If that’s the case, we hit The Turmoil Den from both sides!" Jill ordered, launching the operation.
One night, out of nowhere.
Jill Young braved the waves, sailing out to sea. Dozens of assault boats sliced through the water, heading straight for a cargo ship. This ship belonged to the Syndicate Group, and intel said The Turmoil Den’s newbies were on board. After a firefight, alarms blared on the ship. Twenty minutes later, Morning Star reinforcements rushed in, but the place was already deserted. All the rookies, new equipment, and pricey goods had been packed up and shipped out.
"Damn it!" The minor boss kicked an empty shipping container in frustration. Just then, his phone dinged with a text: "Leaving the ship for you—keep sending, keep hauling, let’s keep the money flowing." The minor boss froze, then broke out in a cold sweat. How did they know his number? How did they know he’d come for backup? Maybe it was time to bail out of this game.
Another day, in broad daylight.
A squad of cops stormed one of The Turmoil Den’s front shops. "I suspect there are drugs hidden here," one officer declared, waving his hand as a swarm of heavily armed SWAT officers rushed in. Soon enough, they dragged out several dealers and a whole crate of drugs. After sealing off the shop, the officer crossed the street, where Pierce lounged against a car. The cop handed Pierce the box: "This batch of ‘evidence’—I want my cut too."
As the suspects were loaded into the police van, a madam shouted at the officer, "We paid our dues!" But the cop slapped her and snapped, "Someone paid more." Pierce just grinned, hopped in the driver’s seat, and glanced back: "How about it, boss? Déjà vu, right?"
"Alright, let’s go—next stop." Jill Young sprawled out in the back seat. "Even if the Syndicate bails them out right away, I’ll make sure it costs them."
Another night, out of nowhere.
"Boss, the place where we held The Reliable Adventure is just an empty lot now—totally paved over with concrete." Cake Dog hustled up to Jill Young for instructions: "Want me to send in a crew to blast it open and dig down?"
Jill was still thinking when her phone pinged. It was a message from the Three-No Little Black Cat: "Looking for mutant creatures to play with? You really are a freak. Not that I’ll try to talk you out of it—let’s see how you burn yourself. Anyway, here’s the deal: there are only a few places on the surface where you’ll find mutants…"
"Forget it, no need to dig." Jill put away her phone. "Let’s hit up somewhere else!"
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Another day, in broad daylight.
"Welcome to Bloodthroat Channel Two’s Finance Hour! Today, let me introduce a rising new conglomerate: Eternal Night Holdings." The fat host, Ershuang, hammed it up on screen: "Eternal Night Holdings hasn’t been around long, but it’s growing at breakneck speed. Its subsidiaries cover everything—industry, food, services, healthcare, energy, fashion, jewelry, you name it. Its flagship brand, Holy Garment Society, is taking off in the Queen’s District."
The scene switched to the grand opening of a new Holy Garment Society shop. It’s on the Queen’s District’s top shopping street, surrounded by luxury brands. The five-story store is decked out in luxury and style, with a giant Gunfire Angel statue at the entrance. Crowds of customers streamed in and out—a picture of booming business.
"Actually, on this whole shopping street, every shop except the big cross-district chains is now under Eternal Night Holdings. And the head of No One Under Heaven runs the show. Whether this financial dictatorship is good or bad is anyone’s guess, but for now, Queen’s District’s financial scene has seriously improved—trade and profits are up. But," the fat host Ershuang jabbed at the screen like a kidnapper threatening a hostage, "other corporations better watch out: the wolf’s at the door."
"Argh—damn it, damn it, damn it!" In a mysterious office, the furious Syndicate tore documents to shreds and flung them everywhere. "They’re cutting off every path! The Turmoil Den’s a mess, now finance is a mess—like hell I’m giving up!" Eyes blazing, Syndicate glared at a huge photo of Jill Young on the wall. "I’m playing this game to the end, and I’m gonna win—I’m gonna wreck you!"
Syndicate grabbed an ink bottle and hurled it at the photo on the wall—but missed, and got a face full of glass shards instead.
Just as Syndicate was about to start tearing down the wall, the two Fox Sisters rushed over to calm him down. "Boss, we haven’t actually lost. The missing goods are nothing, and a little business setback isn’t a big deal—we haven’t even scratched the surface yet."
"Haven’t even scratched the surface?!" Syndicate was about to snap, but then his face softened. "You’re right, we haven’t. This is the Queen’s District—finance and trade don’t matter, The Turmoil Den is the real foundation. And this kind of business, you can never stamp it out." The sex industry is truly ‘people-oriented’—as long as the talent stays, it’ll never collapse. Getting locked up by the cops for a few days? Folks in Steelbullet City don’t care, and Steelbull City cares even less.
Anyway, it’s all legal here. Even if you don’t pay to bail people out, the cops don’t have much reason to keep anyone locked up for long. As for all those horror stories about jail, The Turmoil Den’s staff just shrug: this is our job, we’re used to it.
The real core of The Turmoil Den is those two beauties right here, so Syndicate would never lose his temper with them. In fact, he had to keep them happy. The Fox Sisters smiled sweetly: "Boss, you don’t need to worry so much. We’ve heard that the woman leading No One Under Heaven has a special kink—she loves mutant creatures."
"Mutant creatures?" Syndicate asked, surprised.
"Yep. Even if she keeps it under wraps, there’s no such thing as a wall that doesn’t leak." The other Fox Sister said, "Word is there’s an underground mutant auction in Wu Luan District—she won’t miss it. We’ve already hired mercenaries to deliver a big surprise."
"Mercenaries?" Syndicate mused. "After that hit on Lady of the Night, the assassin group’s still pissed at us—it cost a fortune to smooth things over. No idea what these mercenaries will charge this time."
"Relax, boss. This time the job's simple, so it won’t cost much," one Fox Sister explained. "Just stir up a little chaos, buy some time, and mess with the mutant creatures—no need to face that woman head-on. One bomb, and they’ll all go sky-high."
"Good work. You two handle it—I’ve got business to deal with." Syndicate managed a few words of praise before leaving the office, clearly not trusting the sisters’ plan. After he left, the two exchanged shrugs, both looking disgusted.
"Stingy bastard—still thinking about money at a time like this. No wonder he keeps losing." One suggested, "Sis, I bet he can’t beat that woman. Maybe we should ditch him and go solo?"
But the older Fox Sister shook her head. "In our line of work, you need muscle backing you up. Think about Pure Lord—he used to be king of the sex trade, but look how fast he fell. After everything he’s been through these past years, if we go down, our future won’t be much better."
The younger Fox Sister protested, "But Syndicate isn’t our only option. If things go south, we could team up with someone else. Lucas from Rock District would be perfect—nobody in Steelbull City’s tougher than him."
She fell silent, then said, "Let’s talk about it later. For now, let’s just get this job done."
Did their plan work? It did—better than expected, honestly. The mercenaries didn’t manage to mess with the mutant beast, but they did catch a huge prize. After an epic battle, they captured the leader of the mutant beast procurement squad: Xiao Di.
"They actually caught No One Under Heaven’s second-in-command?!" The younger Fox Sister was overjoyed when she got the news. "This is a huge win! Get her over here—right now!"
"Wait," the older Fox Sister cautioned, "Take it slow—watch out for anyone tailing you."
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