"Boss, drink this secret herbal tea from Vance Tech. It’s got Himalayan ginseng concentrate that’s gone through three stages of quantum resonance. Just a little sip is enough to steady your spiritual heartbeat," Isabella said with a stiff, motherly vibe, handing over a porcelain cup that probably cost as much as a brand-new motorcycle."Is this herbal tea or liquid rocket fuel? The ginseng smell is so strong I can feel it in my spine," Reyhan complained, taking the cup with a weak hand. He was lounging on a fancy velvet sofa in an underground control room located exactly forty floors below the surface.The place was called 'Sanctuary 7.' Sounds holy, right? But the decor looked like a supervillain’s lair from some B-list Hollywood movie, concrete walls mixed with neon blue cable accents that flickered every time a Cupid energy spike was detected.Elena, sitting on Reyhan’s right, didn't want to be left out. She was busy sliding a small dagger under her nails while looking around with

Sanctuary 7, which had just been pulverized on the surface, was now nothing more than a heap of smoke-shrouded concrete on the edge of the city. But fifteen meters down in the sewer pipe, the air felt much thicker. It wasn't a lack of oxygen, but a heavy blend of body heat, ragged breaths, and a level of nervous tension that threatened to explode in the cramped space, which was barely the size of a luxury studio apartment.Reyhan lay sprawled on the concrete floor, now covered by a grey faux-fur rug Victoria had scavenged from her office. His body was racked with a punishing fever. The sweat dripping from his forehead was a pale gold, glowing dimly through the fabric of his banana-print t-shirt, which was already shredded at the shoulder. He shivered violently. This wasn't some common flu, this was pure Soul Strain. The fusion of two high-level Cupids, the Queen of Economy and the Queen of the Mafia, combined with the presence of a Siren’s obsession, was gnawing away at his cells fro

Sanctuary 7 was no longer a secret hideout, but an artistic ruin born from the collision between Kael's holy light and Reyhan's overflowing tyrannical energy. The thick concrete walls had been transformed into gaping holes filled with strange melting marks.In the middle of the smoldering debris, Kael stared at his slightly trembling hands. The emotional radiation effects from the actions of those three women earlier were completely beyond his celestial calculations."You people are insane," Kael muttered briefly, his face remaining flat, though a spark of human wonder now flickered within.However, Reyhan didn't care about Kael's philosophy on sanity. He was too busy trying to fix the zipper on Elena's tactical pants, which had somehow jammed during the recent crisis. Elena, on the other hand, was still in a squatting position while gripping her rifle barrel as if the object were a crutch for her mafia dignity, which had just been shaken."Master, concentrate! That detective is puttin

In the depths of the underground, reeking of sweat, hormone residue, and innocent arrogance, Sanctuary 7 looked like the most exclusive and dangerous red-light district in the world. The rhythmic flickering of neon blue lights on the ceiling illuminated a scene that, if witnessed by Detective Kael's holy sensors, would surely have given him an instant heart attack.Reyhan, who was supposed to be in the position of the protected "Young Master," instead looked like a man who had just survived a category five hurricane. His hair was a mess, his banana-print shirt had become a damp rag in the corner of the room, and his breathing was erratic and heavy.On the fur carpet, Isabella was busy adjusting her torn nylon stockings with a face as flat as a concrete wall, while Elena laughed freely while smoking an illegal tobacco stick beside Reyhan's thigh. Mia? She was still curled up like a kitten on Reyhan's chest, her eyes closed but her hands still tightly clutch

The dust from the ruins of Sanctuary 7 still drifted through the air, shimmering under the erratic flickering of the emergency neon lights. In a corner of the room that was once Victoria’s secret archive, piles of cables, legal case files, and advanced Vance Tech equipment lay scattered, silent witnesses to the intense merger session that had just devastated Detective Kael’s sense of sanctity.Reyhan grunted, leaning back against a stack of high-capacity servers. His hair was a mess, looking as if he’d been struck by lightning. His banana-print t-shirt was now nothing more than worthless scraps of fabric on the floor. Beside him, Isabella appeared to be rearranging her hair, her once-elegant bun now cascaded wildly over her bare shoulders, which were covered in reddish marks."A rather crude execution for a detective," Isabella murmured as she buttoned her blouse with trembling hands. She glanced at Reyhan, her corporate gaze sharpening once more. "Bu