Spicy assassin bullies young master Lu-Chapter 102: The Rabbit’s Teeth

Liu Feng was there, watching the trap being set, his presence a silent promise of protection that he couldn’t openly give.

Mo Chou felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to run to him, to tell him she knew, to tell him they could fight this together. But she checked herself. If she revealed her identity now, the entire camouflaged world they had built would shatter.

Instead, she adjusted her spectacles, tightened her grip on her cane, and began her exit.

She had seen enough. The Lu family wanted a war between ghosts? Fine. She would give them a haunting they would never forget.

As she cleared the stone wall and returned to the mundane streets of the city, the "Old Granny" pulled a burner phone from her pocket. Her fingers flew across the keypad, her expression grim.

The message to Lu Jinhai could wait another hour. First, she had to ensure that the "Ghost" in the garden didn’t walk into a suicide mission.

She sent a text to a number she hadn’t used in this life—an emergency code from the Assassin Organization’s old protocols.

[Liu Feng is being hunted. The ’Phoenix’ is a cage. Clear the North exit. — M]

She didn’t wait for a reply. She disappeared into the night, the weight of two fathers on her shoulders and a plan for a revolution forming in her mind.

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The return journey to the Liu Mansion had been a blur of neon lights and shadow. By the time Mo Chou slipped back through her balcony window and took off the heavy, suffocating layers of the "Old Granny" disguise, the moon was high, casting long shadows across her floor.

She stood in the center of her room, her breath coming in ragged puffs as she peeled away the silicone mask. Her true face emerged, flushed and damp with sweat, but her eyes remained those of the hunter she had been at the tea house.

She walked to her desk and pulled up the files 007 had sent, but she didn’t look at the DNA results this time. She already knew the truth of the blood in her veins—the test months ago had confirmed that Reaper was her full biological brother. What she hadn’t known, until tonight, was the *identity* of the man who gave them that blood.

"Liu Feng," she whispered, staring at the grainy photo of the legendary assassin. "The Apex Predator."

She looked at a photo of Reaper she had saved on her desktop. They had always known they were siblings, but now, looking at him through the lens of their father’s history, everything clicked into place. The uncanny speed, the instinctive way they moved in sync during a fight, and the fierce, almost territorial protection Reaper felt toward her.

It wasn’t just a strong sibling bond. It was an inheritance of lethality. In her both lives, they were meant to be siblings.

Reaper hadn’t just been a high-ranking assassin who happened to find his way back to them; he was the firstborn of the legendary assassin, a weapon forged in the same fire as the man currently stalking the Lu family from the shadows. And if the Shadow Council couldn’t catch the father, they would surely come for the son to force the "Ghost" out of hiding.

A soft knock on her door made her jump.

"Chou-er? Are you still awake?"

It was Liu Qiang.

Mo Chou quickly closed her laptop and smoothed her hair, trying to force her heart rate to settle. She opened the door to find the man who had raised her standing there with a glass of warm milk and a plate of sliced fruit. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper than they had been a few weeks ago.

Mo Chou looked at him—the man who had spent twenty years pretending to be an ordinary businessman to provide a camouflage of normalcy for her mother and herself.

"I’m fine, Dad," she said, her voice cracking slightly. She threw her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "I just... I’m really glad you’re my dad."

Liu Qiang froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden display of affection, before he wrapped his arms around her. "Where is this coming from? Did someone bother you today?"

"No," she lied, pulling back and forcing a smile. "I just realized how much you’ve protected us. All of us."

Liu Qiang’s expression softened into something sad. "Everything I’ve done has been to keep this home exactly as it is."

He didn’t say he knew about Liu Feng. He didn’t mention how he had known all along. But at that moment, Mo Chou knew that Liu Qiang was the bravest man she had ever met—because he had stood between his family and the underworld with nothing but a smile and a business suit for twenty years.

After he left, Mo Chou’s expression hardened. The milk sat untouched. She had one final task. She opened her laptop and bypassed the security for Lu Jinhai’s private server on the island. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She sent a single image: a digital drawing of a "Fox" and a "Dragon" standing before a "Phoenix" wreathed in black flames. Below it, she typed her ultimatum.

"The Shadow Council is at the Jade Pavilion. They are using the Phoenix to trap Liu Feng. My brother is a target, and my mother is the bait. If you don’t break your chains and stand beside me in 24 hours, I will burn the Lu family’s legacy to the ground to keep my family safe. Don’t let your mother become my next mission. — The Granny."

She hit ’Send.’

On a private island hundreds of miles away, a high-frequency alert chimed. Lu Jinhai picked up his tablet, his eyes widening as he read the words. He didn’t look at the guards or the cameras. He looked at Huo Jichen, who was already holding a set of keys and a silenced pistol.

"She knows," Lu Jinhai said, his voice dropping into one of pure, lethal authority. "And she’s not asking anymore. Prepare the jet. We’re going to the Jade Pavilion. If my mother wants a war, I’ll give her one—but I’ll be fighting for the other side."

Back in the Liu Mansion, Mo Chou closed her laptop. The day of the signing was tomorrow. The storm wasn’t coming; it was already overhead.

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The morning of the Phoenix signing dawned with a feeling of dread hanging in the air. Mo Chou hadn’t slept. Instead, she had spent the time checking everything she needed.

She felt a simmering heat in her chest—a mixture of the cold anger she held for Madam Lu and the sharp, aching longing she had tried to bury for Lu Jinhai.

"Little Rabbit," she whispered to the glass, her breath fogging the surface.

She remembered the way he used to say it—the slight tilt of his lips, the possessive glint in his eyes. He had known all along and he had simply waited for her to trust him. And then, he had vanished.

She was angry that he had left without a word, but now that she knew he was being held like a high-value prisoner to protect her family, that anger was shifting into a protective ferocity.

A knock at the door broke her trance.

"Breakfast is ready. Your favorite crab congee," Liu Qiang’s voice drifted through the wood. He sounded cheerful, but Mo Chou could hear the underlying strain.

Mo Chou opened the door. Liu Qiang was standing there, already dressed in his best business suit—the one Mo Li liked the most.

"Thanks, Dad," Mo Chou said. She looked at him, really looked at him. This man knew he was the second choice, yet he had loved her mother with every fiber of his being. He worshipped the ground Mo Li walked on.

She reached out and straightened his tie. "You look great. Make sure you stay close to Mom today at the mall, okay? No matter what happens, don’t leave her side."

Liu Qiang’s eyes flickered with surprise. He patted her hand. "I’ve spent twenty years making sure she’s safe, I won’t let your mother get even a scratch?"

"I have some shopping to do," Mo Chou said with a spoiled tone.

Liu Qiang casually took a black card out of his pocket and handed it to her before leaving and said, "pocket money".

Mo Chen looked at the new addition in her collection of black cards and laughed thinking how cute her dad was.

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At the Phoenix Corporate Suite

Madam Lu sat at the head of a long mahogany table, her fingers interlaced as she watched Mo Li sign the initial documents.

Mo Li was beaming, her eyes bright with the excitement of her dream coming true. She had no idea that it was all a trap.

"It’s a perfect partnership, Mo Li," Madam Lu said, her smile like a thin sheet of ice. "Once we finalize it next week, Phoenix will be the strongest name in the industry. Your family will be... untouchable."

"I’m just so honored," Mo Li said, her voice trembling with genuine happiness. "I’ve worked so hard on these designs."

From her hidden position in the ventilation shaft above the room, Mo Chou—now fully transformed into the Granny—wad watching this scene. Her blood boiled. To see her mother’s pure joy being used as a leash was almost more than she could stand.

She tapped her earpiece. "Reaper, status?"

"In position," Reaper’s voice crackled back, cold and professional. He was stationed in the parking garage, his eyes on the Shadow Council reinforcements. "I’ve spotted a man in a baseball cap on the perimeter. He’s not one of theirs. He’s... moving like a shadow."

"That’s the Ghost," Mo Chou whispered. "Leave him be. He’s the rear guard. Focus on the Council. They’re getting restless."

Suddenly, her tablet vibrated with an urgent ping.

[Target: Little Rabbit. Message: The Dragon is out of the cage. Clear the roof.]

Mo Chou’s heart skipped a beat. A smile broke across her face—the first real smile in weeks.

"Reaper," she commanded, her voice vibrating with authority. "The Dragon is landing. Initiate the mission. It’s time to show Madam Lu that the Fox doesn’t just hide—she bites."

In the lounge below, the lights suddenly flickered and died. The backup generators groaned but failed to kick in.

"What is the meaning of this?" Madam Lu demanded, her voice sharp as a razor.

Out of the darkness, a raspy, old voice echoed from the ceiling, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.

"The meaning, Madam Lu, is that the contract is void. And your son is coming home."

The sound of a helicopter suddenly thundered over the mall, the vibration rattling the fine china on the table. Mo Chou dropped from the vent, landing silently on the table in front of her startled mother.

The Granny stood tall, her cane tapping once against the wood. "Mo Li, stay behind your husband. Liu Qiang—do your job."

Liu Qiang didn’t hesitate. He pulled Mo Li behind him, his "hen-pecked" posture vanishing as he squared his shoulders, his eyes turning hard as flint.

The doors to the suite burst open, and Lu Jinhai stepped through the smoke, his clothes disheveled and his eyes burning with a terrifying light. He ignored his mother completely. His gaze locked onto the "Granny" standing on the table, but he saw right through the mask.

"Little Rabbit," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl that made Mo Chou’s knees weak despite her anger. "I’m back. Did you miss me?"

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