"I was wondering why you suddenly stopped drinking, turns out the little girl was eavesdropping on our conversation," muttered one of the Japanese men with a handlebar mustache, identified as Kono Ichiro.

The Japanese woman, Ito Emi, said, "I'm afraid she just called someone and exposed our location. We should move our party somewhere else. What a shame to waste such a pure, tender little thing."

Another Japanese man, Yamamoto Yakuma, with long hair, drawled, "No need. She has no idea where we are. I doubt her classmates can track us down here. Besides, we’re under the protection of Young Master Tan in the capital of the Great Dragon Country. Remember the price we paid when he visited Tokyo last time? This time we’re slumming it privately, not costing him a cent. Surely, he won’t object to us having a bit of fun with a university student before we leave? He should be able to handle a small matter like that."

Another man with a close-cropped haircut, Matsuoka Doi, snapped, "I can’t hold it in anymore. You guys were patient enough to play innocent for a whole week, I’ll give you that. Discuss whatever you want; I’m taking the first shot."

As Matsuoka Doi advanced to rip Zhao Ting’s clothes, Zhao Ting shrieked and scrambled into a corner of the room. Unfortunately, the music outside was deafening, and no one paid attention to what was happening in the private room. Even if someone heard cries, they probably wouldn't bother playing the hero.

"You... you must not do anything reckless! My classmates will be here any minute," Zhao Ting stammered, trembling. She was filled with desperate regret. Her social experience was clearly too thin; after a week together, she hadn’t spotted their wolfish nature. Now, trapped in their hands, her cries were met with silence, and she was utterly helpless. All the rumors she’d heard about the Japanese men flooded her mind. It was all her fault for coveting that small amount of money. What was she to do now? Though she claimed her classmates were coming, Zhao Ting wasn't sure Ouyang Qing would truly intervene on her behalf, nor was she certain they could find this specific location.

Yamamoto Yakuma remarked, "Is your classmate also a woman? Good. When she gets here, we’ll take them both. Coming to the Great Dragon Country and not enjoying the co-eds would be a real waste of the trip. Someone as fresh as you, who also speaks Japanese, is rare. Playing around when you can’t communicate isn't fun at all."

Seeing the two Japanese men start pulling down their trousers right in front of Ito Emi, Zhao Ting’s face turned ashen with terror. Taking advantage of their distraction, she slammed against the door, burst into the hallway, and started screaming for help. Miraculously, a security guard, alerted by a passing waiter, came upstairs. Zhao Ting lunged behind them as if they were her only lifeline.

But when the security guards clearly saw the six people inside the room, they silently retreated downstairs. It turned out they had received explicit instructions earlier: let these guests have their fun tonight, and under no circumstances should they intervene, no matter what happened. Thus, Zhao Ting was hauled back by Kono Ichiro. Only then did she realize why these Japanese men had chosen such a remote and obscure disco—they had backup here.

As five men closed in, Zhao Ting tightly clutched her chest. "Don't come any closer! In our Great Dragon Country, ** is punishable by severe sentences! I’m studying law, I want you to know that! If you dare touch me, I will not let you off lightly!"

"Hahahaha," the men roared with laughter. "The law only applies to commoners. Don't let our unremarkable looks fool you; in Japan, our families are all renowned and powerful."

Zhao Ting retorted, "That’s in Japan! Here in the Great Dragon Country, you must abide by our laws!"

"Law? There is no law in this world! As long as you have strength, you can transcend the law! Look at that despicable Red Dragon Organization! They actually demanded that our Great Japanese Empire abandon our lunar exploration! That is absolutely unacceptable! Relying on their advanced weaponry, they wreak havoc in the Pacific. We must retaliate against them, and your Great Dragon Country is allied closely with the Red Dragon. Every war the Red Dragon fights is instigated by you, so every single person in the Great Dragon Country is a target for our Yamato people’s revenge! Today, that revenge starts with you, ha ha…"

The Japanese men laughed arrogantly. For these fanatical militarists, the Red Dragon Organization was indeed a deep-seated hatred. Moreover, the Red Dragon’s sudden coercion that day, forcing Japan to give up its already launched lunar probe, was tantamount to threatening the very lifeblood of the Japanese people. If they fell further behind other powerful nations in lunar exploration, the grand endeavor of militarism would be postponed for who knows how many years. And the current Japanese power simply could not afford to antagonize the Red Dragon. Consequently, these men vented their accumulated rage onto the poor Zhao Ting. Besides retaliation, it also served to satisfy the lust that had been suppressed for days.

Slash! Zhao Ting’s clothes were torn open, and tears streamed down her face. "You will not have a good end! I guarantee it!" she grit out through clenched teeth.

Two Japanese men lunged forward. "This place is hidden, and we head home tomorrow morning anyway. Once we've had our fill tonight, you can come look for us in Japan. I assure you, you’ll have quite the finale tonight, hehe…"

Before the two naked Japanese men could even touch Zhao Ting, a loud whirring sound echoed, and two kama (Japanese short swords) shot through the solid wall. The force behind these two blades was so immense that after piercing the concrete, they embedded themselves deep into two of the Japanese men, pinning their bodies with a thud against the back wall. Blood spurted everywhere, causing Zhao Ting to burst into terrified sobs.

The remaining Japanese men were stunned silent by the spectacle. It was Ito Emi who recovered first. "Ah!" Her scream was sharp enough to wake anyone within ten li (miles), and surely the security guards, hearing her outcry, would be rushing over soon.

Crash! The door splintered inwards under a heavy kick, and a group of figures flowed into the room. Seeing the scene, none of them panicked. Yamamoto Yakuma asked haltingly in Japanese, "Who are you? Did Young Master Tan send you to protect us? We are good friends of Tan Tian. This is his territory. You must understand what I'm saying, right?"

Whizz! Another blade flew out. Thwack! Before Yamamoto Yakuma could utter a full sound of alarm, his head was already rolling on the floor. Matsuoka Doi collapsed onto the sofa in fright. Ito Emi stared, her eyes vacant with shock. She managed to ask, "Who... who are you? Aren't you afraid of legal retribution for murder?"

"My name is Zhao Qian! In our country, slaughtering pigs and dogs is not against the law! Furthermore, as a woman, you stood by and watched those beasts defile her—you deserve death!"

With that, I snatched a kama from one of my Brotherhood Alliance members and, with a swift swoosh, cleaved off Ito Emi's head. After killing so many people, perhaps I had grown accustomed to this kind of carnage. I had reached my limit regarding the Japanese. Moreover, these six had committed an unforgivable offense today: they intended to violate my goddaughter! Their only possible fate was death! As for them being Tan Tian’s guests? Heh. Tan Tian will die eventually too. Even if I told him I did it, what could he possibly do to me!