"Ah..." The woman suddenly shouted, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, as the man released her limp body. His previously bloodshot eyes slowly returned to normal.

The woman, now naked, lay limp on the ground. At this moment, several people in kimonos quickly walked out from the cabin, seemingly his subordinates, and quickly dragged away the woman who was sprawled on the ground.

The middle-aged man stood in place, exerted a slight force with his hand, and pulled the samurai sword embedded in the tree out. The tree then snapped into two sections with a cracking sound. Retrieving the curved saber in his hand, the middle-aged man tucked it into his waist and returned to the cabin.

"Mr. Hatanaka, Mr. Iji is on the phone," a subordinate said to the middle-aged man.

This so-called middle-aged man was Hatanaka Tairou, the president of the East Asian Corporation, an incredibly terrifying presence, evident from the sinister swordsmanship Hatanaka Tairou just practiced.

Hatanaka Tairou took the phone from his subordinate, held it to his ear, and said, "Mr. Iji, how are things over there?"

"Mr. Hatanaka, I apologize for my incompetence. The situation here isn’t looking good. I’ve encountered a formidable opponent, so I humbly request you send more people over to lend a hand," Uro Iji said apologetically to Hatanaka Tairou.

Hatanaka Tairou pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, no problem. I’ll send a batch of experts over."

"Thank you, Mr. Hatanaka," Uro Iji replied.

After hanging up, Uro Iji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his own murderous history, compared to Hatanaka Tairou, he was like a minor demon facing a great witch; Hatanaka Tairou was truly the most terrifying person in the world.

Even as Hatanaka Tairou’s subordinate, Uro Iji always spoke with caution because one minor slip could cost him his life. And if he ever offended Hatanaka Tairou, he would die with no chance to fight back.

Luckily, Hatanaka Tairou agreed to the conditions proposed by Uro Iji. If he mobilized a batch of experts from Hatanaka Tairou’s ranks, they would be absolute masters, even skilled enough to handle someone as formidable as Lin Mu.

"Hey, sis, big bro is back!" Lin Mu opened the room door, excitedly calling out.

Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf had already returned to their own rooms, and Lin Mu had instructed them in advance: unless the sky was falling, they should handle their own issues and not bother him.

Man Luo was sitting on the sofa watching Korean dramas (fainting, yet another Korean drama!), and upon seeing Lin Mu return safely, she asked, "Is everything taken care of?"

"All taken care of," Lin Mu replied cheerfully, then plopped down next to Man Luo.

In the past, Lin Mu would have quickly averted his gaze, but now he showed no sign of restraint.

"Haha, sis, big bro is looking because you’re beautiful. If it were someone else, I wouldn’t even bother to look if they paid me!" Lin Mu grinned, his eyes constantly fixed on Man Luo’s chest.

Man Luo glared at Lin Mu, "Smooth talker."

"Hehe, whether it’s smooth talking or slick talk, you genuinely have something substantial. Otherwise, no matter how much I butter up, I wouldn’t have anything to talk about!" Lin Mu continued to tease Man Luo with his usual flippant style.

"Alright, I can’t be bothered with you. I’m going to my room to rest," Man Luo waved her hand, ready to get up and leave.

This time, Lin Mu wasn’t about to let Man Luo escape easily. He reached out and grabbed her hand, and Man Luo didn’t resist, lowering her head to look at Lin Mu.

"Looking at you like this, do you want to devour me?"

"That’s right, tonight big bro is definitely going to have you," Lin Mu stood up, gently tugged on the cord, and the tightly bound robe on Man Luo fell to the ground.