Chapter 1

"Sorry, Jiang Xia, I am actually the leader of the International Police Special Task Force, I deceived you..."

The woman, with tears in her eyes, pointed a gun at a man's forehead. It was clear that this man was the Jiang Xia she had mentioned.

Jiang Xia sighed slightly, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff. The whole process was done very slowly, but it carried a unique charm that made the woman's heart tremble.

Undeniably, Jiang Xia was a very charming man. He was handsome and exuded a masculine aura, elegant yet with a hint of unrestrained wildness.

Jiang Xia looked at the woman, his eyes filled with a touch of melancholy. He exhaled a few smoke rings and said, "International Police Special Task Force leader Wen Yue Jinhong, the only Chinese woman in the International Police, with an IQ of 187, 16 points higher than Einstein's. You are 27 years old, and before you met me, you were single. According to rumors, you have never been intimate with any man, so there's a 90% chance you are a virgin."

"You..." Wen Yue Jinhong was greatly surprised, "How do you know all this?"

Jiang Xia took another deep puff and sighed again. Each time he exhaled, Wen Yue Jinhong's heart would tremble. Undeniably, although Wen Yue Jinhong initially only wanted to use her beauty to deceive Jiang Xia to facilitate his arrest, after spending over a month with him, she had already fallen deeply in love with him.

Just last night, in the presidential suite of the most famous Four Seasons Hotel in New York, Wen Yue Jinhong gave her 27-year-old virginity to Jiang Xia.

She did this because she believed that no other man in the world was worthy of her except Jiang Xia.

Now, arresting Jiang Xia and sending him to prison for life was her duty, while giving herself to him was her emotional choice. This woman, with an IQ that was terrifyingly high, could clearly separate her rationality from her emotions, which was truly frightening.

However, after Jiang Xia suddenly revealed Wen Yue Jinhong's identity, he smiled. This smile made Wen Yue Jinhong feel very uncomfortable. Because the smile on Jiang Xia's face now could only be described as "creepy."

Wen Yue Jinhong couldn't understand why she would feel this way about Jiang Xia. After all, Jiang Xia was not an ordinary person. He was the leader of one of the most mysterious sects in China, the Qianmen, and the youngest leader in the history of the Qianmen.

The Qianmen, according to legend, originated in the Warring States period of China, as a branch of the military strategists.

During the Warring States period, the military strategists were at their peak. Not to mention figures like Guiguzi, Su Qin, and Zhang Yi, even disciples like Sun Bin and Pang Juan held significant military power.

However, the disciples of the military strategists generally had two different focuses. Some focused on martial arts, emphasizing personal strength and strict military discipline, aiming to be invincible in battle. Others focused on strategy, which involved methods and foresight, emphasizing the use of intelligence to win without fighting, achieving goals without bloodshed.

The martial arts disciples often had to go to war, so they suffered heavy casualties and their lineage was often interrupted. The strategic disciples, on the other hand, knew how to adapt and protect themselves, so they passed down their lineage generation after generation. However, by the 23rd century, the Qianmen had split into two factions. One was the outer Qianmen, who engaged in petty theft, fraud, and other despicable acts, benefiting themselves at the expense of others and not being socially acceptable. The other was the true lineage of the Qianmen, known as the inner Qianmen.

The inner Qianmen emphasized that if they acted, it must be earth-shattering. After completing a task, 70% of the earnings must be donated to those in need, and the remaining 30% would be shared within the sect. Although only 30%, the amounts were so large that the inner Qianmen never lacked money.

As the youngest leader in the history of the Qianmen, Jiang Xia rose to prominence 12 years ago. He and his team had accomplished many earth-shattering feats, such as posing as an art master and tricking the UAE into paying a hundred million dollars to design a new super-luxury eight-star hotel. When the hotel was finally built after spending nearly a billion dollars, they discovered that from a certain angle, the hotel's shape formed the Chinese character "土" and the English letter "B," which together read "土B."

For example, he posed as the illegitimate son of the Duke of Rhine and went to France to claim the Duke's entire inheritance, then sold it all in just three days. There were many more such shocking and internationally renowned deeds.

Although these actions made Jiang Xia one of the top fugitives of the International Police, it was undeniable that Jiang Xia was no ordinary person. He was well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, with a deep appreciation for art and a high level of artistic skill, proficient in painting, calligraphy, music, and wine tasting, among many other skills.

Such a person should be a gentleman, so how could he emit a creepy aura?

As Wen Yue Jinhong was still doubting whether her sixth sense was off, Jiang Xia smiled and said, "When I hacked into your International Police internal network years ago, I already saw your profile. It says that your appearance and body proportions are the most perfect in the world, and you are still a virgin. A woman like you is surely meant for me, Jiang Xia."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia threw the cigarette butt and took a step forward, using his right hand to embrace Wen Yue Jinhong's slender waist and his left hand to grasp her perfect breasts, which could drive any man mad. Jiang Xia whispered in Wen Yue Jinhong's ear, "Actually... I knew your identity long ago."

After saying this, Jiang Xia blew into Wen Yue Jinhong's ear. Wen Yue Jinhong's whole body trembled, and her newly sensitive body felt weak. However, her clear mind still reminded her to keep the gun pointed at Jiang Xia's head.

Wen Yue Jinhong looked at Jiang Xia uneasily and asked, "You knew my true identity, yet you still approached me? Why?"

Jiang Xia laughed, even more joyfully. This time, he truly revealed his nature, and Wen Yue Jinhong felt a real sense of creepiness from him.

Jiang Xia said, "The Chinese military strategists have 36 stratagems, and I personally enjoy when the enemy uses the beauty trap on me. But I must tell you, I only enjoy the beauty and never fall for the trap. This time is no exception."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia picked up a black backpack from beside the balcony and put it on. He smiled at Wen Yue Jinhong and said, "Among all the women I've been with, you are the most comfortable. Especially last night..." Jiang Xia closed his eyes as if savoring the memory: "It was really too comfortable. If you want to have a few more friendly battles with me, I'm happy to oblige."

Jiang Xia tore off the bottom of the black backpack, and Wen Yue Jinhong immediately recognized what it was. "A rocket backpack? You want to escape?"

Wen Yue Jinhong aimed the gun at Jiang Xia's right leg and fired, but the hammer clicked without a bullet being fired.

Jiang Xia shook his head and said, "The Beretta 92F is indeed a good gun, but without bullets, it's hard to hurt me. Last night, I already removed all the bullets from your gun. Sorry... I've been deceiving you all along."

"Jiang Xia!" Wen Yue Jinhong was furious and kicked Jiang Xia with a powerful kick, which carried a strong wind. According to her profile, Wen Yue Jinhong was proficient in both Chinese and Western martial arts and could take on five American Navy SEALs, which was not an exaggeration.

Then there was a "bang!"

"Let go!" Wen Yue Jinhong shouted. Her kick was caught firmly by Jiang Xia, and no matter how many times she tried to pull her foot away, she couldn't. She then remembered that Jiang Xia, as the youngest leader of the Qianmen, was proficient in ancient Chinese martial arts. From this exchange, she knew she was no match for him.

Jiang Xia held Wen Yue Jinhong's ankle with his right hand and ran his left hand up her calf to her thigh. He shook his head and sighed, "I really don't want to let go. Last night, these straight, slender, firm, and powerful legs were wrapped around my waist, and now you kick me so mercilessly, Jinhong... you have a heart of stone."

Wen Yue Jinhong cried out in her heart, "Oh, God, is this creepy, vulgar man the same gentleman who was so refined and knowledgeable? Is this his true face?" She shouted, "Let go!"

Jiang Xia shook his head and said helplessly, "Alright, but remember, you asked me to let go."

Suddenly, Jiang Xia pulled and threw her. Wen Yue Jinhong was thrown onto the bed, and Jiang Xia blew her a kiss and waved, saying, "Jinhong, remember to call me when you miss me."

After saying this, Jiang Xia jumped off the balcony, and the rocket backpack activated, carrying him away.

Wen Yue Jinhong ran to the balcony and shouted at Jiang Xia's back, "Bastard, I pray you fall and die immediately!"

As soon as she shouted, Jiang Xia actually fell from the sky. Wen Yue Jinhong's beautiful eyes widened, and she covered her sexy mouth, exclaiming, "Oh, God, he really fell."

After a two-second pause, Wen Yue Jinhong felt a deep sorrow and shouted with a crying voice, "Oh, no! Jiang Xia!"

"Fake and substandard products are really harmful, it's already the seventh day..." Jiang Xia looked at the fallen leaves in the backyard and muttered to himself, his voice filled with boundless melancholy.

In the 23rd century, Jiang Xia, who had already died, was reincarnated in the fifth year of the Zhengde era, becoming a servant in the Qunfang Pavilion in Shuntian Prefecture.

The Qunfang Pavilion was a famous brothel in Shuntian Prefecture. Jiang Xia didn't know how he was reincarnated, but when he woke up, he was tied up and saw several strong men and a middle-aged woman who still had a charm. The woman introduced herself as the owner of the Qunfang Pavilion, Kang Qingsyan.

Everyone in the Qunfang Pavilion called her Mama Kang.

Mama Kang told Jiang Xia that she didn't know where he came from, but he had fallen through the roof of the Qunfang Pavilion, creating a large hole and damaging many antiques in her room. For this, Mama Kang forced Jiang Xia to sign a 20-year indenture as compensation.

Jiang Xia's internal energy was in chaos, and he was weak and unable to use his martial arts. Faced with the coercion of several strong men and a new environment, Jiang Xia had no choice but to comply and sign the indenture.

Now, after seven days, Jiang Xia had already figured out everything. The rocket backpack he bought for 100,000 dollars was a fake and substandard product, and it fell halfway, causing him to fall into the Hudson River and be reincarnated. Then, he had a 20-year indenture and the identity of a servant.

"Isn't it said that reincarnated people are born into royal families or at least into wealthy families, where they can play with birds, walk dogs, tease beautiful maids, and live a life of luxury? Why did I end up as a brothel servant with a 20-year indenture?"

20 years? What a joke, did I go through all this trouble to reincarnate just to be a brothel servant? Jiang Xia decided to save money to buy his freedom. He had already asked Mama Kang, and it would cost 100 taels of silver to buy his freedom.

One tael of silver was roughly equivalent to 1,000 copper coins, so 100 taels of silver was 100,000 copper coins.

The servants in the Qunfang Pavilion earned 500 copper coins per month, so it would take over 16 years to earn 100,000 copper coins. Of course, this was through normal means. As the youngest leader of the Qianmen, Jiang Xia was confident that he could earn 100 taels of silver in a short time.

Of course, before earning that 100 taels of silver, he still had to clean up the fallen leaves in the backyard.

"I have no freedom, no freedom, I am so sad, my tears flow..."

As Jiang Xia swept the fallen leaves, he sang sadly. Suddenly, he heard a shout from behind, "Hey, hey, silly boy, come here quickly."

Jiang Xia turned around and saw the head waiter, Ma Datian.

The workers in the brothel were strictly divided into different ranks. The lowest rank for male workers was the servant, who was responsible for cleaning and heavy lifting. The next rank was the head waiter, whose main job was to serve tea and water to the customers and the girls, and to deliver food and drinks. The highest rank was the madam, who was responsible for receiving customers and training the girls. So, don't look down on the madam; this job is not for just anyone.

Seeing Ma Datian calling him, Jiang Xia ran over with his broom. Ma Datian was holding a tray with a bottle of wine and two dishes. When he saw Jiang Xia, he said, "Come, help me carry this wine and dishes."

"Okay," Jiang Xia threw the broom aside and reached out to take the tray from Ma Datian.

Ma Datian pointed to the door leading to the front yard and said, "Go, take the wine and dishes to Zhao Gongzi in the Shuixian Pavilion."

"Me?" Jiang Xia looked puzzled, "Why am I the one to deliver them?"

"Go when I tell you to, why so many questions?" Ma Datian shouted with a stern face.

Jiang Xia frowned and handed the tray back to Ma Datian. "I won't deliver them. You are the head waiter, and I am the servant. My job is to sweep, not to deliver things. You don't need to glare at me; if the wine and dishes are delayed, Mama Kang will blame you, not me."

"You little... " Ma Datian was furious, but seeing Jiang Xia's attitude, he knew he couldn't force him. Reluctantly, Ma Datian put on a smile and said, "Listen... Jiang Xia, help your brother this time. I will remember your kindness and protect you from others in the future."

Jiang Xia looked at Ma Datian and laughed, "Tell me first, why don't you deliver the wine and dishes yourself?"

"Well... let me be honest with you. Zhao Gongzi is angry, and Xu Youcai was beaten up when he delivered the wine and dishes earlier. The wine and dishes were all broken, so I was asked to deliver them again."

"Oh, so Zhao Gongzi is angry, and you're afraid of getting beaten, so you want me to go. You're quite calculating, Brother Ma," Jiang Xia said with a smile.

Now that the truth was out, Ma Datian felt a bit embarrassed and pleaded, "Brother, help me this time. I will remember your kindness and keep my word."

"Sure, I can help you," Jiang Xia smiled, "But you have to tell me why Zhao Gongzi is angry."

Hearing that Jiang Xia was willing to help, Ma Datian's face lit up with excitement. He immediately said, "Thank you so much, brother. Zhao Gongzi is angry because of Yuehong. You know, Zhao Gongzi likes Yuehong, but today he came late, and Yuehong was chosen by the son of Ma Yuanwai and taken to his room. Zhao Gongzi offered a high price to have Yuehong called out, but Ma Gongzi refused and even mocked him. Zhao Gongzi has nowhere to vent his anger, so he's taking it out on us."

"I see," Jiang Xia thought for a moment and nodded, "Alright, I'll help you, but I will probably get beaten up. You can't just let me do this without any compensation. 500 copper coins, and I'll deliver the wine and dishes."

"500 copper coins? That's a lot!" Ma Datian exclaimed.

Jiang Xia frowned, "Is 500 copper coins a lot? You, Brother Ma, earn one tael of silver a month, plus all the tips from customers. 500 copper coins is probably just a small amount for you."

"Well..." Ma Datian hesitated.

Jiang Xia said calmly, "If you, Brother Ma, can't afford it, then forget it. I'll go back to sweeping. You should hurry and deliver the wine and dishes. It's already been delayed for a while, and if you wait any longer, the food will get cold, and you'll probably get beaten even harder."

"Well..." Ma Datian bit his lip and nodded, "Alright, 500 copper coins, 500 copper coins, it's a deal!"

Jiang Xia held out his hand and smiled, "Money first, goods second."