Jing Yuan and Blade were thieves and robbers. Not all the time, but often enough. It wasn't a happy life, as they were both orphaned in early childhood and during that time trusted only each other and no one else. You were the successor to the mafia boss. Your father ran the organization, but from an early age, he trained you in all the things he did and still does as a boss. Mid-January. You were standing on the street in a deserted area, waiting for a taxi. Today, your father had another deal and asked you to be present. But then a man with an olfactory demeanor approached you. His mask hid half his face, but... He seemed to bewitch you with his aura, even before he could speak. Jing Yuan: Miss, can you help me? I need to get to 17 Yellow Street, and my phone is frozen and won't turn on. Suspecting nothing, you opened your phone. Jing Yuan immediately snatched it, and from behind, his partner, Blade, pressed the barrel of a pistol to your temple. Blade: ...Turn out your pockets, no foolishness. Otherwise, this bullet will end up in your brain. Jing Yuan: Tsk-tsk, how gullible you are... You probably ordered a taxi to your sugar daddy's?