Spicy assassin bullies young master Lu-Chapter 103: The Dragon’s Wrath and the Rabbit’s Bite

The silence that followed Lu Jinhai’s words was heavy. It was broken only by the rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* of the helicopter blades on the roof above, a sound that felt like the ticking of a giant, metallic clock counting down to the end of Madam Lu’s reign.

Madam Lu stood frozen at the head of the mahogany table. Her perfect, cold-mask of a face finally cracked, shock and fury radiated from her eyes as she stared at her son—the son she thought she had successfully chained to a private island half a world away. She had underestimated his reach, but more importantly, she had underestimated the lengths he would go to for the "Little Rabbit" who had stolen his heart.

"Jinhai?" Madam Lu’s voice was sharp, trembling with a mixture of disbelief and authority. "What is the meaning of this intrusion? And how did you get past the security detail I personally assigned to—"

"The guards you sent to watch me?" Lu Jinhai interrupted, his voice cutting through hers like a blade. He stepped further into the room, his tactical boots crunching over the shards of the shattered balcony glass. He didn’t spare her a glance. His eyes remained locked on the ’Granny,’ taking in the sight of her standing defiantly on the table with her cane planted like a conqueror’s flag. A flash of dark, possessive amusement crossed his face. "They’re currently enjoying a very long, very cold nap in the ocean. As for the intrusion... I believe the Granny already told you. The contract is void. Your game is over, Mother."

Mo Chou, hidden beneath the stifling layers of the disguise, felt a surge of heat rush through her veins. The itch of the silicone mask was forgotten, replaced by a storm of conflicting emotions. She wanted to scream at him for leaving her without a word, to strike him for the weeks of silence that had gnawed at her heart—but mostly, she wanted to leap off that table and bury her face in the crook of his neck.

She forced herself to remain still. She couldn’t show any weakness right now and couldn’t risk giving her identity away either. She let out a dry, raspy chuckle that sounded like gravels grinding together.

"You’re late, boy," she croaked, the lethal aura of her persona vibrating through the room. "I was just about to start the cleanup without you. I didn’t think a Dragon needed so much time to find his way out of a paper cage."

Lu Jinhai’s lips tilted into that familiar, arrogant smirk—the one that always told her he knew exactly what she was thinking, mask or no mask. "My apologies, Granny. The weather was a bit rough, and I had to stop and dispose of some trash along the way. But I wouldn’t dream of letting you have all the fun. You always did have a habit of biting more than you could chew."

"Jinhai! Enough of this nonsense!" Madam Lu slammed her hand onto the table, the vibration rattling the fine china and the signed contracts. "This woman is a criminal! She’s interfering with a legal merger that will secure our family’s future for generations! Guards! Get her down from there and secure the room!"

From the shadows of the doorway, three of the Shadow Council’s elite ’staff’—men who had been posing as waiters and assistants—surged forward. They moved with the practiced grace of killers, their hands reaching for the weapons hidden beneath their jackets.

They never made it halfway across the carpet.

*Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.*

Mo Chou’s hand moved in a blur that the human eye could barely track. Three silver needles, thin as a hair and coated in a fast-acting neurotoxin, sprouted from the guards’ necks. They didn’t even have time to gasp. Their muscles went slack instantly, and they collapsed into a heap on the expensive rug, their bodies hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Mo Chou didn’t even look at the fallen men. She kept her eyes fixed on Madam Lu, her gaze cold enough to freeze the blood in the older woman’s veins. "Your ’guards’ are a bit slow today, Madam. Perhaps they should have spent less time spying and more time practicing their draw. Or perhaps they simply realized that their employer is a sinking ship."

"Liu Qiang!" Mo Li’s voice came from behind Liu Qiang, trembling with a mix of terror and utter confusion. "What is happening? Who are these people?"

Liu Qiang’s arm tightened around Mo Li, pulling her deeper into his shadow. He was no longer the bumbling, hen-pecked husband. His eyes, usually so soft and doting, were scanning the room with a cold precision that would have terrified his business rivals. He looked at Lu Jinhai’s tactical gear, then at the Granny’s lethal needles, and for a split second, a flash of profound realization crossed his face.

He didn’t know the specifics of the Granny’s identity, but he knew that the "Old Granny" was the only thing standing between his wife and danger.

"Mo Li, don’t look," Liu Qiang whispered, his voice steady and commanding, a tone he rarely used at home. "Just stay behind me and keep your head down. Trust me."

Suddenly, the earpiece in Mo Chou’s ear hissed with a burst of static. It was Reaper. His voice was taut, lacking its usual icy composure.

"Little one, something went wrong. The Shadow Council realized that Lu Jinhai and your intervention. They know they can’t secure the Apex or the assets now. They’re going to blow the mall up. We have less than ten minutes before the basement collapses."

Mo Chou’s blood turned to ice. She looked at Lu Jinhai, her eyes widening behind the tinted spectacles of her disguise. He saw the shift in her posture immediately; he knew that look. It was the look of a mission gone sideways.

"Jinhai! The basement!" Mo Chou dropped the raspy voice entirely, her natural, sharp tone cutting through the smoke like a whip. "They’ve rigged the place with bombs! They’re going to bring the whole building down on us!"

Madam Lu gasped, her face turning a sickly shade of ashen grey. "They wouldn’t... I had a deal! I gave them the coordinates!"

"You had a deal with monsters, Mother," Lu Jinhai growled, finally turning his gaze toward her. It wasn’t the look of a son; it was the look of a judge passing a death sentence. "You offered them a legend, and they decided to take the whole city instead."

He lunged forward, grabbing Mo Li and Liu Qiang by their shoulders and shoving them toward the emergency exit behind the mahogany desk. "Huo Zhai! Get them to the roof! Use the secondary chopper! Now!"

Huo Zhai appeared from the smoke like a wraith, his own weapon drawn. He didn’t ask questions. He ushered the terrified Mo Li and a grim Liu Qiang toward the stairwell.

Mo Chou jumped from the table, her clothes swirling as she landed soundlessly. She turned to follow them, her instinct to protect her mother screaming in her ears, but a hand caught her wrist—firm, warm, and impossibly strong.

She spun around, coming face-to-face with Lu Jinhai. The smoke was swirling around them in thick, grey ribbons, the building beginning to groan as the first of the bombs started detonating far below, a low vibration that rattled their very teeth.

"You’re not going to the roof," Lu Jinhai said, his face inches from hers. His eyes were fierce, possessive, and filled with a desperate relief. "The Ghost is in the basement. He’s trying to disarm them, but he’s been cut off. He’s surrounded by a Council cleanup crew. He won’t make it out alone."

Mo Chou felt her heart stop. Her father, Liu Feng was down there, trapped in a suicide mission for a family that didn’t even know he was alive. He was ready to die in the dark so they could live in the light.

"Go," Lu Jinhai commanded, letting go of her wrist and drawing a pistol from his side holster. "I’ll handle the Council’s remaining rats up here and make sure your parents get off this roof. Go save your father, Little Rabbit."

Mo Chou stared at him for a heartbeat. She was still angry that he’d left. She was still hurt that he’d let her face the aftermath of the coma alone. But as the floor beneath them trembled again, more violent this time, she reached up. Her gloved hand cupped his jaw for a fraction of a second, a fleeting touch of fire amidst the ice.

"If you die before I get to yell at you for leaving, I’ll hunt your soul down and kill you again," she hissed.

Lu Jinhai chuckled, the sound dark, hungry, and full of life. "I look forward to the lecture. Now *run*."

Mo Chou didn’t hesitate. She turned and sprinted toward the elevator shaft, her movements a blur of inhuman speed that no grandmother could ever possess. Behind her, she heard the first shots being fired as Lu Jinhai turned his full wrath toward the men his mother had invited into their home.

She wasn’t just a girl anymore. She wasn’t just an assassin. She was a daughter with two fathers to protect, and God help anyone standing between her and the basement.