Do you think a mortal can ever find a god?

Huaxia, Beiyang City, Telshan Underground Racing Track in the Zhou District!

Inside a luxuriously decorated room on the tenth floor of a towering twelve-story building!

On an exaggeratedly large screen, the thrilling moment of Xue Tian'ai successfully overtaking while driving a black Ferrari at an angle was playing on a loop. Opposite this somewhat overwhelmingly large screen stood a genuinely luxurious leather sofa...

Lying on the leather sofa was a woman. She was dressed in an exceptionally vibrant red long dress, looking precisely like a crimson rose sprinkled with a few fresh drops of blood!

And the woman was indeed just like a rose, breathtakingly captivating, possessing a figure of absolute perfection with slender, porcelain-white legs completely free of any excess fat.

The full, swelling breasts beneath her collarbone pushed the allure of spring to its absolute limits. This was undoubtedly a mesmerizing woman brimming with seductive charm from the inside out...

Zhou Shi Yanhong—this was the enchanting woman's name, and also the former host of the European Night Auction, whom many referred to as Sister Hong.

Although the moment captured on the massive screen was fiercely thrilling, Zhou Shi Yanhong's attention was not on the screen at all. She was clutching a bottle of whiskey, taking great, greedy gulps straight from it...

Zhou Shi Yanhong was attempting to use the high proof of alcohol to thoroughly numb her nervous system and hallucinate her mind...

A week ago, she had hosted the final Night Auction of her life, during which a priceless ring—The Tears of Biyang—was successfully auctioned off.

Although that ring, The Tears of Biyang, was indeed enough to drive every woman in the world mad, the man who had ultimately won it should surely make countless women infatuated, and Zhou Shi Yanhong was no exception...

Yes, that's right. After fleeing from Huaxia to Europe, Zhou Shi Yanhong had truly behaved like a star-struck young girl, hopelessly and incurably falling in love with the myth among assassins, the God of Assassins, and the supreme boss of Butterfly—Phantom Butterfly.

However, fate seemed to be playing an enormous joke on Zhou Shi Yanhong. She had thought that by escaping for all these years, she had managed to evade that destiny, but in reality, she remained entirely within the grasp of those people.

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Huaxia, Capital City, inside the main conference room of the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family!

At this moment, Zhou Shi Yanhong was seated in a chair, her eyes fixed with a trace of resentment on the white-bearded old man sitting across from her, remaining entirely silent.

This old man was her grandfather, who was also the master of the main hall of the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family, Zhou Jingyi.

"Xiaohong, do not hate Grandpa. Neither you nor I have any way to escape this. From the Token-Guarding Zhou Family to the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family, this is simply our destiny, incapable of being altered. Besides, the Zhou Family let you go out and play for so many years; you should have had enough fun by now..." Seeming to see right through her granddaughter's thoughts, Zhou Jingyi let out a soft sigh and spoke to Zhou Shi Yanhong.

"You can spare all the polite rhetoric, and please don't preach to me about destiny or whatever nonsense. I grew sick and tired of listening to those words so many years ago!" Zhou Shi Yanhong wore a gloomy expression, her tone carrying a faint trace of anger as she said, "Whatever you have to say, whatever you need to impart, just spit it out quickly!"

"Sigh..." Zhou Jingyi let out a soft sigh, drew out a photograph, and slid it across the table toward Zhou Shi Yanhong. "First, take a look at this..."

The photograph showed a man wearing a black suit. He was very young and extremely handsome, with sharp, well-defined facial features. Through his tailored suit, it was not difficult to deduce that this man's physique must also be absolute perfection.

"Is this photo..." Zhou Shi Yanhong picked up the photograph and looked at it.

"His name is Xue Tian'ai. What are your impressions of him?" Zhou Jingyi asked with an utterly placid expression.

"No particular impression, though his looks are passable, I suppose," Zhou Shi Yanhong said truthfully as she looked at Xue Tian'ai in the photograph.

Then, Zhou Shi Yanhong suddenly let out a mocking chuckle and continued, "My family is really something else, at least finding me someone who is decent-looking. It seems I should even thank you all!"

The word "thank" was bitten out harshly by Zhou Shi Yanhong, as if she were deliberately emphasizing it.

"Xue Tian'ai, an absolute elite within Wolf Pack—one of Huaxia's two mysterious organizations—bearing the code name Heavenly Wolf. I believe this is a man you will come to care for..." Zhou Jingyi did not mind Zhou Shi Yanhong's slightly sarcastic tone and simply continued his introduction.

"Ah~ Ah~ You can spare the redundant introduction..." Zhou Shi Yanhong waved her hand dismissively, completely uninterested, and stood up from her seat. "Isn't it just acting as a shadow? I'll do it, alright? I'll do it, is that fine..."

With that, Zhou Shi Yanhong tore the photograph into tiny fragments, casually tossed them onto the tabletop, and turned to walk toward the door...

However, right before she was about to leave the conference hall, Zhou Shi Yanhong turned her head back and stared coldly at Zhou Jingyi. "One thing you must remember, however: even if I bear children, the child's surname will be Xue, not Zhou. When that time comes, your so-called bullshit tomb-guarding destiny and token-guarding destiny will not have a single cent to do with my child!"

Following that, Zhou Shi Yanhong slammed the door shut with a vengeance and left the place.

Watching Zhou Shi Yanhong's somewhat furious retreating figure, Zhou Jingyi's eye sockets grew slightly moist. His fists clenched tightly, but after a moment, he loosened them again as if all his strength had drained away.

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"Knock, knock, knock!" The sudden sound of knocking pulled Zhou Shi Yanhong's thoughts back to reality.

"Come in, the door isn't locked..."

"Oh dear, my dear Sister Hong... Why are you drinking so much alcohol again?! Didn't I tell you already, you can't keep drinking like this; it's bad for your health!" The moment Cheng Qiankun entered the room, he spotted the various bottles and jars scattered all around the sofa where Zhou Shi Yanhong sat.

He hadn't expected that during the brief time he stepped away to handle matters over there, Sister Hong would have consumed so much alcohol.

"Don't worry, I know my own body well enough... Have you finished handling the matters at the track?" Zhou Shi Yanhong poured another mouthful of alcohol down her throat and asked Cheng Qiankun, who was now squatting on the floor to pick up the bottles, with a slightly intoxicated gaze.

"Done, all done. But right now, I think Sister Hong should start paying attention to your own health! Ever since Sister Hong officially took over the Dragon Hall branch, you've just been drinking continuously! Drinking like this really won't do! If the Hall Master ever comes by one day and sees you looking like this, his heart will ache for you..."

"Hahahaha! My heart will ache? Would he care about me? Qiankun, stop joking around with Sister Hong... Across the entire Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family, how many people would genuinely feel pain for me?" Zhou Shi Yanhong let out a few wild, frantic laughs, speaking with a touch of self-mockery.

"Sister Hong, although I don't know what is really going on between you all, and I am not familiar with the specific details of the mission you always mention, I still believe that the Hall Master undoubtedly loves you!" Cheng Qiankun raised his head, speaking with a hint of firmness.

Because Cheng Qiankun was not a member of the Zhou family, he had no right to know about overly confidential matters. The only mission information he had received was to protect Zhou Shi Yanhong safely whenever necessary.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's not discuss this anymore. Qiankun, you mentioned yesterday that you ran into your culinary master?" Clearly reluctant to talk further about the subject, Zhou Shi Yanhong deftly changed the topic.

"Yeah, I never expected to run into my master in Beiyang City. And I ran into him again today; he even came to play at the Telshan Racing Track..." Mentioning his master instantly brought a look of excitement and joy to Cheng Qiankun's face.

Being able to meet his master again was considered by Cheng Qiankun to be the happiest event of his year.

"How wonderful..." Zhou Shi Yanhong watched Cheng Qiankun's excited expression and could not help but sigh with a trace of envy. "To meet the person you want to meet once more—what a blissful thing that is..."

Hearing Sister Hong's sigh, Cheng Qiankun quickly offered words of comfort: "Sister Hong, actually, you will definitely meet the person you want to meet as well."

Although Zhou Shi Yanhong usually kept quiet about it, Cheng Qiankun had managed to piece things together from occasional remarks she let slip when drunk—somewhere deep in Sister Hong's heart, a particular man was firmly rooted...

Zhou Shi Yanhong did not say anything in response; she merely smiled faintly... Yet the moment that smile blossomed on her already sorrowful face, it appeared incomparably desolate and agonizing...

"However, Sister Hong, is it really impossible for even the power of the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family to find that person?"

Cheng Qiankun had no idea which man had captured Sister Hong's heart, nor what kind of man could make Sister Hong love him so deeply. Therefore, he figured that since matters had reached such a stage, they could surely mobilize some resources to search for him.

"Search? How could anyone search?" Zhou Shi Yanhong shook her head helplessly, the sorrow in her eyes growing even heavier...

The Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family had brought her back precisely to act as a shadow for the man named Xue Tian'ai; how could they possibly help her look for another man...

Besides, even if the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family were willing to help her search, she certainly did not believe that Phantom Butterfly could be found so easily...

"Sister Hong, is that person really..." Seeing the expression on Sister Hong's face, Cheng Qiankun was startled. As a member of the Twelve Halls of the Zhou Family, he was well aware of the Hall's formidable power. Yet if even the Hall's power couldn't locate him, just what kind of sacred figure was that man?!

Seemingly aware of what Cheng Qiankun wanted to ask, Zhou Shi Yanhong finished off the remaining wine in her bottle in one breath, her eye sockets burning red as she uttered a single sentence.

"Do you think a mere mortal can ever find a god?"