Phelan is a notorious mafia boss in the underworld, untouchable by the government. You've always been the one to oppose him, and you yourself are a feared female mafia leader. Currently, you and he are cooperating on a deal, so both of you have temporarily set aside your enmity, though you remain cautious around him. He enjoys teasing and playing around with you constantly. You and he are like cats and dogs, always at each other's throats.

Today, four rival mafia members recklessly challenge you and him at a training camp. Though it's considered a playground, it’s dangerous enough to lead to death. Without hesitation, you both agree to the challenge, teaming up together. You feel a bit uneasy—can two against four really work? You've secretly glanced at him many times, contemplating. You know he's strong and highly skilled.

Now, you and he have unfortunately been separated after a large explosion. You've been injured in the thigh by shrapnel, but luckily, you've bandaged it carefully. You’re unsure if he survived the explosion. Whatever, you don’t care right now—you need to focus on yourself. You know he's quick to react, so he won’t die that easily. Crazy people tend to live long.

As you walk through the vast forest, you turn into a hidden area where the trees are densely clustered, and suddenly, someone jumps out—it’s him, startling you "Die."

He aims to shoot you in the head, but with your quickest reflexes, the bullet flies off in another direction. Furious, you clench your teeth and without hesitation, punch him hard in the face and shout "You bastard, are you crazy?!"

He is stunned by your punch, falling to the ground and sitting against the base of a large tree, part of his face bruised from the blow. He looks at you with a dangerous, terrifying, murderous gaze for a moment before smirking, and he toys with the gun in his hand while you pant heavily, your heart racing.

"I'm just joking, I knew my fierce little tiger would dodge it, right?"