Volume One: Dragon Lurks in the Abyss

Chapter 1: The Cold Beauty in the Train Car

Donghai City, a coastal prefecture-level city, may not have the fame of Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou, but its convenient port trade has brought it a prosperity no less than those cities. Moreover, Donghai City has its own unique features, among which Donghai University is one. Since its founding, the Computer Science Department of Donghai University has provided the country with many special talents, some of whom have even entered the military.

On a subway heading toward Donghai International Airport, Henry Lawson sat in a seat by the door, staring blankly at a military tag wrapped around his right wrist. The tag was laser-engraved with the words “狂龙” (“Wild Dragon”). This was the military tag of the “Edward Long” unit, and “狂龙” was Henry Lawson’s code name during his time in the “Edward Long” unit. This tag was the only thing Henry Lawson was allowed to take with him when he left “Edward Long.”

The “Edward Long” unit, directly under the General Staff, is one of the military’s most mysterious special forces units. Its numbers are small, but every member is an elite selected from across the country, forged into war machines through repeated training.

The Edward Long unit is an elite special forces team, and the strongest among them are called “Dragon Thorns.” Henry Lawson’s master was a powerhouse personally awarded the “Dragon Thorn” medal by the top leader, and Henry Lawson himself was considered by everyone to be the most likely candidate to receive the “Dragon Thorn” honor after his master. However, three years ago, a file about Henry Lawson’s background—supposed to be top secret—was unexpectedly exposed, leading to his expulsion from the Edward Long unit.

What puzzled Henry Lawson was how this background information, which should have been absolutely confidential, was leaked in the first place. He had never figured it out in the past three years. The son of a traitor entering the military’s most secret special forces unit—what an irony! No wonder the big shots in the military were so furious and expelled him on the spot.

“Three years… Those guys are probably carrying out secret missions for the country in some unknown corner of the world right now.” Henry Lawson’s fingers gently brushed over the military tag, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past.

“Wow—!”

Just as Henry Lawson was lost in his memories, a wailing sound—one that only men make when they see a stunning beauty—suddenly echoed through the train car. Immediately after, a figure in white appeared in front of Henry Lawson.

Instinctively, Henry Lawson looked up and saw a face of cold, breathtaking beauty. Her slightly wavy long hair draped casually over her fair shoulders, and her cherry lips, coated with a layer of crystal gloss, made one want to take a bite. Her long, beautiful eyes held a hint of subtle allure.

She was wrapped in a white gauze dress. The semicircular neckline outlined her delicate collarbones, and a milky-white sash cinched her slender waist, making her already prominent chest appear even more shapely. Her fair, slender legs were pressed tightly together, and her perky hips were full of temptation.

Cold and alluring—these two qualities, which most easily arouse a man’s desire to conquer, were displayed in their most perfect form in this woman.

Gulp.

Looking at the beauty standing before him, Henry Lawson couldn’t help but swallow. He had seen beautiful women before, but never one as perfect as this. If he had to use a word to describe her, it would be “devastatingly beautiful.”

Noticing Henry Lawson’s reaction, a trace of displeasure flashed quickly through the woman’s eyes, but it didn’t escape Henry Lawson’s notice. The next second, Henry Lawson turned his head away, no longer looking at her.

It was rush hour, and after a brief stop at the platform, several more people squeezed into the subway car, turning the already crowded space into a sardine can.

Three streetwise young men who had just squeezed in immediately brightened up when they saw the woman standing in front of Henry Lawson. “To die under a peony is still romantic as a ghost”—this woman was worlds apart from the “buses” they usually rode. If they could get a woman like this under them, their lives would be complete.

A punk with a streak of blond hair in his bangs signaled to his two buddies, then, with a lecherous glint in his eyes, squeezed through the crowd to stand behind the woman in the white dress. His two companions deliberately pushed aside the nearby passengers to make room for their boss.

The blond punk grabbed the overhead handrail, thrust his hips forward, and, taking advantage of the subway’s swaying, made quick, fleeting contact with the woman’s shapely hips. His movements were practiced—clearly, this wasn’t his first time. Although it wasn’t outright assault, doing something so lewd to such a beauty in public gave him a special thrill.