Your family's young lady is hanging from the ceiling.

“My head hurts…” Chen Shang struggled to open his eyes, and the darkness slowly gave way to clarity.

He found himself in a spacious basement. The furnishings were simple: a few tables and chairs, a black leather sofa, and a pile of instruments whose purpose he couldn’t fathom.

The room was dim, without a single window, lit only by a desk lamp.

Chen Shang looked up. Sitting directly before him on the sofa was a girl with a princess bob hairstyle.

She wore neither a school uniform nor a kendo outfit, but a pitch-black women’s suit, exuding an air of authority.

Chiyo Yasoji raised her chin slightly, looking down at Chen Shang from her lofty perch, her crossed leg swinging idly.

In her left hand was a stemmed glass, swirling with a dark red liquid. Ice cubes floated atop it, colliding with a crisp sound.

But Chen Shang knew the liquid was neither wine nor cola, but a gene serum designed to nourish the body.

As the cherished jewel of the Yasoji Group, this young lady’s diet was strictly regulated; alcohol and sugar were strangers to her, and every meal was meticulously balanced for nutrition.

Chen Shang turned his head and noticed a short-haired woman in a black suit standing in the corner. Her sunglasses concealed her expression, and she stood motionless, like a statue.

Naturally, Chen Shang knew who she was. Her name was Sakura Honbu, the personal secretary assigned by the group to look after Chiyo.

“What are you doing?” Chen Shang sighed, trying to stand up from the chair.

He discovered his limbs were shackled, utterly immobilized.

“You’re awake?” Chiyo Yasoji took a sip of her nutritional drink and spoke.

“Why did you kidnap me?” Chen Shang, unwilling to struggle, slumped in the chair.

—Strange. There shouldn’t be a plot in the game where Chiyo Yasoji kidnaps the protagonist.

It had been two hours since he used the “Calm Hormone,” meaning he could maintain his composure for another hour.

Chiyo paused and said, “This is the Dragon Gate Division of the Tokugawa Society.”

“Tokugawa Society? Isn’t that the comedy group?” Chen Shang quipped.

At once, Sakura Honbu strode over and slapped him hard across the face.

“When the young lady speaks, don’t interrupt!”

The sting on his cheek sparked anger in Chen Shang’s heart, yet he felt no actual rage.

The effect of the calm hormone was remarkable.

Chiyo Yasoji chuckled softly. “No need to play dumb. Even people from Dragon Gate must have heard of the Tokugawa Society’s reputation.”

“Of course, the underworld group from Arakawa, right?” Chen Shang twitched his facial muscles, speaking nonchalantly.

“In that case, things are simple.” Chiyo cut straight to the point.

“I brought you here to ask a few questions. Depending on your answers, you’ll either disappear forever from this city, or leave unscathed.”

“Fine, whatever. Just do what you want.” Chen Shang gave up, complaining, “This is really unlucky. You insisted on sparring with me, lost, and then had me kidnapped.”

“No need to feign pity. I saw a monster in your eyes.” Chiyo snapped her fingers, and Sakura Honbu fetched a black box from the table, pulling out several metal wires with round metal patches on the ends.

Under Chiyo’s gaze, Sakura brought the wires to Chen Shang and tore open his shirt.

“Seriously? This is a bit much.” Chen Shang shuddered.

Thankfully, Sakura only attached the metal patches to his chest and abdomen before turning to activate the device.

“Ready, young lady.” Sakura reported coldly after operating the instrument.

“Good.” Chiyo shifted her