Black Queen, the Card Disciple Scared Away

"Beautiful! Absolutely stunning!"

"She’s my dance partner! None of you better steal her from me!"

"Get lost, she’s mine! One hundred thousand dollars each—give me a chance!"

"I’ll give you a damn—"

For a moment, throughout the entire ballroom, the young men who had been perfect gentlemen a moment ago began ignoring their dance partners and nearly came to blows over the Eastern beauty who had appeared.

To use an Eastern idiom, "beauty brings disaster"—it probably referred to nothing more fitting than this.

"My God, why is she here today?!" Ellie wiped away her tears. When she saw the woman commanding everyone’s attention at the ballroom entrance, her mouth fell open, and delight appeared in her still-reddened eyes. "A headline! Another headline!"

"Hm?" Kyle recovered from his brief daze. He was now unquestionably strong—or rather, a higher life-form a hundred times stronger than humans. Many emotions had been infinitely weakened within him, leaving his temperament calm and detached.

Hearing Ellie’s cry, Kyle lifted his gaze, and his eyes happened to meet those of the Eastern beauty.

"Yutong?" he murmured, with a trace of surprise in his voice.

Though she had grown and matured considerably, with none of her former childish cuteness remaining, her aura and the Ability Cards he had once given her were eternally unchanged.

"Yutong what? That’s the Black Queen of Queens." Ellie’s face flushed. Even as a woman, she was somewhat drawn in by the other woman’s charm. Excitedly, she said, "She’s the boss of Queens’ mysterious underground organization—beauty, strength, and wealth all in one, hailed as the perfect woman. I heard every notable figure in New York, even the president, wanted to invite her to dinner, but she gave none of them any face. She hasn’t attended any banquets or parties for years. I never expected her to show up here tonight…"

"Boss? Perfect woman?" Kyle’s lips twitched slightly, and his earlier daze and reminiscence were swept away at once.

Were they describing that fair, soft little girl who used to follow him everywhere and loved burrowing into his arms?

"Yes, so many years have passed. You should have grown up too." Kyle gently shook his head, rose from his seat, and took a step forward under Ellie’s astonished gaze.

From the moment the Black Queen appeared, she had stared directly at Kyle without shifting her eyes even slightly as she walked toward him.

"Me first! I’ll invite her first!"

"Don’t push!"

Across the ballroom, a group of excited young gentlemen fought to move forward. Yet before they could enter within five meters of the Black Queen, they suddenly struck an invisible wall of air and fell backward onto their backs.

It was as if some mysterious force were pushing all of them away.

"What’s going on? Why can’t we get through?"

The gentlemen looked horrified as they were forced back, clearing enough space. Forget inviting her—they could not even get close to the Black Queen.

The Black Queen slowly crossed through the center of the ballroom. The gentlemen and ladies around her all retreated until she finally arrived before Kyle and stopped.

At this moment, Ellie found the woman standing so close before her even more breathtaking and surprising. Her pretty face flushed with excitement, and she stammered without managing to say a single word.

Kyle, however, acted naturally. He calmly extended his hand and said directly to the Black Queen, "I’m in a bad mood. Dance with me."

Seeing this, Ellie was immediately stunned. What kind of invitation was that? Never mind his cold tone—the person he was inviting was the Black Queen!

But what happened next left Ellie so shocked that she began doubting her entire life.

Before the invitation, the Black Queen’s icy expression actually seemed to soften, revealing the tenderness of a young girl. Her gemstone-like eyes brimmed with burning infatuation, and her slender hands eagerly clasped Kyle’s large hand.

Then the two of them truly began dancing in the ballroom to the music, their movements cool and decisive, carrying a faint air of military lethality.

Kyle led the dance he had once performed with Peggy Carter when he had gone to the belated party in Steve’s place. It seemed this was the only way he could reminisce about and mourn the departed.

Time had passed swiftly, and the beauty was already gone. He had never expected that this dance would truly become one of their few precious memories.

The guests watching were dumbfounded.

The Black Queen, who had been noble, aloof, and cold just moments ago, now displayed the fragile warmth of a young girl as Kyle wrapped an arm around her slender waist, held her delicate hand, and danced intimately with her. Her soft, graceful body leaned against his broad chest, and she deliberately yielded the initiative to him.

She could sense that her boss, who had just returned, was in a bad mood, so she asked nothing. No matter what he did, as long as she could stay by his side, that was enough.

If he killed, she would kill with him.

If he danced, she would dance with him.

That was who she was. Whether she was Yutong, Crimson Eyes, or the Black Queen, no matter how many years passed, she would forever be the blade in Kyle’s hand, willing to be used by him alone.

Kyle and Yutong’s first reunion after years apart unfolded like this. Ignoring everyone around them, they danced wholeheartedly in the ballroom, their rhythm and movements perfectly coordinated, possessing a soul-stirring beauty that filled the heart with emotion.

The gentlemen and ladies nearby stared blankly, as if this moment had frozen into eternity.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen beside the ballroom.

Red Ten infiltrated professionally. After silently taking down a waiter, he dragged him into a storage room and quickly changed into the waiter’s uniform.

He carried a meal in his left hand, a blade hidden beneath the tray against his fingertips, and confidently headed toward the ballroom.

The ballroom was dimly lit and crowded. Red Ten believed that with his skills, as long as he got within three meters of the target, he could end the target’s life in less than half a second without drawing anyone else’s attention.

"Hm, why is it so quiet? And why has everyone stopped dancing?" As Red Ten approached the ballroom entrance, he found that there was almost nothing but music inside. Most of the men and women were gathered around the edges of the room, staring blankly toward its center.

When Red Ten reached the doorway, his gaze likewise fell upon the two people dancing in the middle of the ballroom. At a glance, he recognized one of them as tonight’s target!

And the other…

Red Ten’s eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrinking. Like a cat seeing a lion, every hair on his body stood on end as he sharply sucked in a breath.

Why was that person from the Karl family here?! And he was even dancing with an unknown young man—

Wait, unknown?

Red Ten looked at the silver-haired young man on the dance floor and found him increasingly familiar. Cold sweat beaded across his forehead as he thought of a terrifying possibility that was all too likely.

"Look again. Look again." He steadied his ragged breathing and carefully examined the silver-haired young man from head to toe once more. That figure and profile gradually overlapped with the portrait of the Patriarch hanging in the family base…

Without another moment of hesitation, Red Ten decisively turned around. The tray in his hand crashed to the floor, but he did not notice as he fled from the ballroom and the party venue as though running for his life.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

After charging out of the party venue, Red Ten was still badly shaken. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged from his forehead, and his face twisted into a knot of terror and fury. Through clenched teeth, he spat out every word in cold rage:

"Dagu, Obadiah Stane! What grudge do I have against you two for you to screw me over this badly?!!!"

So sleepy… The third update will probably be after twelve-thirty.

Or tomorrow morning, QAQ