Act1: November Rain

[Part 1: The Blackland Royal Hotel]

Flavia and Duran were imprisoned in Blackland Prison in Yellow Bull Town.

Eleventh District is located in the underground railway network connecting the Spratly Islands to Cambodia, 17,000 meters underground. The natural environment is harsh and difficult, but geothermal heating is readily available. The area is surrounded by hundreds of kilometers of active volcanoes and Lava Lake, as well as a sun that is the embodiment of the King of Fire, making it a giant furnace.

Abundant geothermal heat and sunshine make this place rich in resources and agriculturally developed. It is a town where milk and honey emerge from the underground world. However, Yellow Bull Town, which is close to the transportation hub of the Eleventh District, has become a large prison for criminals to carry out labor reform.

Although in today's materially abundant era, people no longer have to eat potatoes and chili peppers like they did during the pioneering days, this glorious tradition has been well preserved.

Getting into Blackland Prison is no easy feat. It houses countless hardened criminals, most of whom have either voluntarily or involuntarily expressed a desire for reform. Only those who can deceive the Lapis Lazuli Guards with strong emotions and gain David Victor's approval are qualified to come here to plant and dig potatoes.

If you don't have a few lives on your hands and your KDA is only 1 to 3, you'd be embarrassed to have a good chat in the public bathhouse in Hedland. People like Xiao Qi, who are pickpockets or newsboys, or those who distribute illegal publications for minors in the underworld, would become objects of ridicule once they're in prison.

The feeling was like—everyone was in the police station, and they were all pretty good fighters, squatting together trying to identify evidence.

The guy in the front row claimed to have a major robbery and murder story, the one-eyed guy in the second row had a double dose of drug trafficking and addiction, the South American guy in the third row was a kidnapper and a human flesh trader, and then you suddenly started to stammer and hide your secrets. Then, the police officers, who were trying not to laugh, took back the child pornography magazines you had secretly collected for many years.

In short, that's the nature of Hedland's society: to penetrate the core of the women's prison and reach Flavia, one must commit a serious crime.

Duran was involved in drug production, Flavia committed murder.

The two women from the Little Brotherhood had already been sentenced to death and life imprisonment, but their sentences were announced to be suspended for a year so that they could serve as witnesses and expose more gang connections and drug manufacturing dens.

Such VIPs would inevitably be incarcerated alongside other top-tier criminals at Blackland Prison.

This is the Old Money of Hedland—the social circle of the old nobles within the Madness Butterfly Sect.

People who lack sufficient seniority or whose crimes are not serious enough are simply not qualified to enter this circle.

When the Big Sister arrived in the town, she heard the patter of rain. The rain had been falling since November and showed no signs of stopping by the time she reached the mission location.

The basalt platform base tells the story of the rich history of this ancient town. Looking ahead, the broad-leaved trees beside the green belt of the platform are like mournful souls, beckoning away as if trying to grab something back.

The empty station had few people, mostly the Lapis Lazuli Guards who had come to pick up the prisoner escort team. They had just completed the handover and were boarding the train to set off again for their mission.

They came and went in a hurry, and their hairy faces confirmed their blood relation to the wolf mother.

The Big Sister, dressed in plainclothes and carrying luggage, was looking for a suitable place to send herself to prison, but this journey took a few unexpected turns.

Behind her followed a shifty-eyed little tail, barely five feet tall, with a clever glint in his eyes, who looked so petite despite wearing a thick cotton-padded coat.

That little tail is Meteor, the one who volunteered to go to jail with the Big Sister for fun. Just like the wicked things A Xing did back then, going to prison to experience life was a good experience for him.

Oh no, this isn't the first time for her either.

"Ming Ge! Where are we going now?" A Xing, carrying a large bundle, followed the Big Sister as they walked forward. Just as they were about to leave the station, she suddenly asked, "Are we looking for a hotel or something to eat?"

Xue Ming turned around and emphasized that this little brat should remember this well.

"Call me Big Sister, A Xing. I'll grant your request to cut in line temporarily, but the VIP trial mission is too early for you—the high-value target we're dealing with is likely the Madness Butterfly Sect's morpho butterfly units, and in your current state, you could easily die."

A Xing immediately changed her tune. "I'm not afraid! Big Sister! I'll protect you! Just like when we helped Jason Megan on her mission! I was even wondering if he'd come along!"

Jason repeatedly emphasized the importance of the little finger.

"Now, immediately, right now! Use your fucking soul power to turn me into a woman."

The little finger kept shaking its head. "No, sir! No!"

Jason: "I can't owe him a favor! I'm going to sneak over there!"

Little Finger: "No! Your Soul Power is very special. If you really go to experience B·side—it's very likely that Wendy Mills won't come back. This is a [rebirth], not the [transformation] you imagine. Please be careful."

The Big Sister patted A Xing on the head, and the two of them, following their plan, found a hotel in the Yellow Bull Town's City Hall to stay in.

It had been a very, very long time since Xue Ming had traveled alone with A Xing, which filled her with a joyful and pleasant feeling of reunion.

Meteor always liked to talk nonstop and wanted to touch everything he saw. Since 2025, this Fu Rui kid has somehow become more mature and reliable. When there are many people around, he is no longer as reckless as before and has become as quiet as a chicken.

At this moment, Bu Liuxing, who has transformed into A Xing, will not be idle for a while.

She ran and jumped around the house, as nimble as an Amazonian tree monkey, sometimes hanging from the chandelier, sometimes leaping from the sofa onto the wardrobe. In just a few dozen seconds, she had inspected the entire room, her face and hands covered in dust.

"No enemies!" A Xing pouted, reporting the situation to her Big Sister with an air of authority, "No hidden cameras! No one-way mirrors! No strange people following us! Big Sister! Your little sentry is waiting for the next order!"

Xue Ming tossed over a box of food, his order brief and to the point.

"Have eaten."

"Alright!" A Xing held the lunchbox, ready to dig in.

Xue Ming: "Wash your hands first, then check the water source."

Before the words were finished, A Xing released her spirit form carrying a lunchbox, while her physical body darted out more than ten meters, washing off the mud and dust with hot water. When she returned, she was carrying a bottle of developer, presumably to test the bacteria and toxicity of the water source.

"No problem, Big Sister!"

Xue Ming breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his silent and vigilant state.

She was always like this; in A Xing's eyes, Xue Ming was reassuring.

Then came the sounds of tearing apart lunchboxes, chewing food, and sweeping up trash.

A Xing peered out the window, looking at the City Hall square of Yellow Bull Town and the seemingly endless rain outside.

"Big Sister, what should we do?"

Xue Ming: "Let's find a bank and withdraw some money."

A Xing: "Robbery?"

Big Sister: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, A Xing, who had been swinging her legs, suddenly straightened her legs, as if she were extremely excited.

"Great! I've been wanting to do this for ages! When are we going to do it?"

The Big Sister, "We need to ensure we don't get killed, and then be successfully apprehended by the Guangling Zhixi or local auxiliary police. Do you understand?"

A Xing nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice. "I understand! Robbing a bank is a serious crime in any country! You'd definitely end up in the strictest prison!"

[Part ②: The Hatred of Father's Murder]

Before she finished speaking, Xue Ming took out two prison uniforms from her bag. One was for her own use, and the other was a bulletproof vest that she had temporarily sewn for A Xing.

This soft rock wool material can only withstand handgun bullets. If the auxiliary police officers in this area really had murderous intent and came to enforce the law with rifles, she really couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be accidentally killed by her own people.

There was no contact person for this mission, no middleman to help her coordinate from the inside or outside, and no one to pull strings.

Like the Red Stone Rock Band, the auxiliary police force in Yellow Bull Town is a militia organization, essentially a mercenary force. Their name is "[Spanish Bullfighter]," a very simple and common name.

The auxiliary police officers are equipped with a P226 pistol as their law enforcement weapon and Remington 870 riot control salt round as their secondary weapon for subduing criminals.

The Big Sister spent more than half an hour explaining the specific details of robbing the bank to A Xing, and selected jewelry and gold shops as secondary targets, because robbing banks is a sunset industry in modern society, with extremely severe penalties and high difficulty.

Trying to force the vault to dispense money by threatening tellers is virtually impossible. Once the alarm sounds, the subsequent escape procedures become extremely complicated. Furthermore, the underground world has portable POS machines like Chaos Seed. In places like the Sunflower Bank, which is close to the ruling center, the cash reserves are generally very low. On reconciliation and handover dates, there is hardly any money left in the vault.

If they don't get the money, they'll go home empty-handed and won't be sent to Flavia's hardened criminal ward.

If innocent people are harmed in this, it would be putting the cart before the horse in the course of law enforcement. The Big Sister originally came to rob people in order to crack down on drugs. If she can't protect innocent people and even hurts them, this matter will probably make her feel disgusted for a long time.

A Xing asked, "Why didn't the boss arrange our imprisonment procedures?"

"The people here are simple and honest, the military and police are warm and hospitable. The underworld is a lawless place, A Xing." The Big Sister's eyes were gentle, and her face was smiling as she spoke of the Yellow Bull Town she had learned about at the Nine Realms Station: "The more criminals there are, the less you can distinguish right from wrong. Teacher Victor told us that people don't hate evil; they only hate their own powerlessness."

A Xing: "And then?"

The Big Sister: "In this gray area, there are many wealthy people who made their fortunes through illegal activities. The Blackland Prison in Yellow Bull Town has been around for over two hundred years—the examples of corruption and bribery are countless. Society is made up of people."

A Xing: "So?"

"That's why Blackland Prison is also known as the Blackland Royal Hotel." The Big Sister looked out the window at the rainy scene. The signboard of the City Hall was magnificent with its gilded bronze, and further away, dozens of guard posts stretched out from the hollow mountainside, like colorful balls in a nightclub. "As long as you have money, an underground arms dealer can stay in a presidential suite in prison, not to mention other things. Most of the people working in this prison system have a complex network of interests."

A Xing didn't quite understand.

The term "Big Sister" has been rephrased.

"The BOSS can't reach in; it can only manage the major stations of the Nine Realms, the Giant Mountain, and the Sky Dome. But in this place where you live one day at a time, it has no way to control people—because society is made up of people. Like prisoners in a prison, they also have their own relatives, brothers, friends, cronies, and middlemen. They can get many things done with money, and this money might be distributed to every prison guard. They can work for gangs in various areas. Although they can't do it openly, they at least have to ensure the execution of legal procedures. But apart from that, the prisoners' demands can be met through many, many other means."

"This money could be a family's extra income, more taxes, the lure of a prosperous region, or the meat and food a prison guard brings home. Aside from personal freedom, wealthy felons can probably buy anything in this lawless place."

"This survival rule doesn't apply to our homeland, but it's very common in this pioneering underground world. In prisons like the Mimir Hot Spring Market, it's commonplace to take the law into one's own hands. Who can guarantee what kind of criminals they have under their command, how cunning they are, or how insane they are? Will these brave Red Stone People become the next henchmen of the Madness Butterfly?"

"That's why I said Ming De can't arrange our imprisonment because the prison guards aren't trustworthy. They don't trust anyone in Hedland, not even the administrators of Blackland Prison or any middlemen. They can't find any reliable custodians. If we're exposed to the intelligence network of the local auxiliary police officer, Spanish Bullfighter, that information will probably sell for a high price soon—an anonymous intelligence agent has arrived, and they're two girls, one big and one small, who want to sneak into Hedland under the guise of robbing a bank."

Xue Ming then patted A Xing on the shoulder, telling A Xing to be more mature.

"This information is extremely valuable. It can fetch a high price in the various warbands of the Madness Butterfly Sect and the various warbands of the Immortals Alliance. This is because what we are about to do can almost determine the life or death of the drug manufacturing industry in Forty-Eight District. It concerns the livelihoods of thousands, even tens of thousands of people. The entire system of drug trafficking, manufacturing, and transportation must be destroyed. I did the math, and the monthly production and sales revenue alone reaches more than 40 million Hui Stone Currency. Based on the methamphetamine pricing standard, more than four tons of hallucinogens or soft and hard drugs flow into the civilian markets of various trading hubs every month."

"So, A Xing, we're not going against any particular group of people, nor are we trying to assassinate one or two major drug lords. We're going to crush this poisonous worm. Countless people want to taste the nectar it spits out and rely on it for their livelihood. They're always on guard, seeing us as an obstacle, because cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; we are their father's killers."

After holding it in for a long time, A Xing finally shouted, her face flushed.

"I can't wait any longer! Now! Immediately! Kill their entire family right now!"

In the heart of the Eleventh District Transport Authority area.

Inside the commercial building of the Sunflower Logistics Distribution Center, the young and promising governor Sean Delaman, examined the Big Sister's boots.

His eyes were full of adoration, revealing a morbid and twisted attachment.

He climbed to this position at the young age of twenty-six, and was a first-rate expert in acquiring wealth and collecting elemental essence. However, many, many things left him feeling exhausted.

--For example, the main task assigned to him by the Senate as a white glove was to find out the leader of the anonymous group and to find out the background of the Big Sister.

After the three soldiers from Guangling Zhixi returned with the boots, he followed his Big Sister's instructions and ate all the cake on the back of the boots. Based on his extensive logistics experience and keen Inspiration for identifying explosives or contraband, he carefully analyzed the smell of sweat in the insoles.

He loves shoes. According to the logistics system, shoes and socks are proof of a person's walking route. He started from the bottom and almost has the supernatural ability to identify a person's walking style, body fat composition, exercise habits, and personality just by looking at their shoes.

It was this pragmatic spirit that brought him to the top of the Sunflower Logistics System.

The Big Sister's shoes had him completely infatuated and utterly captivated.

Despite having only a few clues—judging from the mud and dust on the boots, they had been sitting in some corner for at least four months—the intense and vibrant spiritual pressure emanating from them, and the pheromones released by their owner, acted like neurotransmitters or serotonin, opening the door to joy in Connor's brain.

The owner of these boots possesses a very interesting and fatally attractive spiritual aura.

Connor was almost completely distracted, spending his days immersed in a whirlwind of tasks. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of the Big Sister's true face in the photos that Hasben brought back—when he saw this agile woman.

He knew in his heart that this was his destined woman.

He had already thought of all the peach shapes, with the man taking care of the home and the woman taking care of external affairs.

To this day, Hasben has explained that the Big Sister of the Nameless Clan has left the Nine Realms and begun her next mission: heading to Forty-Eight District.

Consul Connor remained worried, he told Hasben.

"The climate in Forty-Eight District is very dry, so I'll bring her some moisturizing gifts."

Hasben: "The Consul?"

Connor then asked, "Could she give me some other underwear as a return gift?"

Hasben: "Consul!"

Connor is clasping his hands together and playing with his Thumb.

"Even a reward like the one last time? If you don't have shoes, socks will do. You received a gift from the anonymous person. I've seen those guns; they're very nice, Big Sister should."

Hasben roared angrily.

"Consul!!!"