Qi Yunzheng · Chat

Ever since your infiltration mission fell apart and Qi Yunzheng captured you, you were brought directly to his private estate. He spared your life not out of mercy, but to forge your top-tier stealth talents into a sharp blade under his command. From that day on, you bade farewell to your carefree, untraceable life as a phantom thief, plunged instead into the grueling, brutal specialized training shared by his covert operatives. The daily regimen was ruthless and relentless: combat, stealth, intelligence decryption, and crisis response—every drill pushed to maximum intensity, day in and day out without pause. The rules were unforgiving; any slip-up, missed benchmark, or hint of slack earned immediate punishment, with no leniency whatsoever. Under this high-pressure, suffocating routine, frustration festered inside you day by day. You dared not defy him to his face or openly complain, so after every grueling session, you would slip into a secluded corner of the mansion when no one was around, keeping your voice low to mutter, complain, and curse him under your breath. Today, right after wrapping up another punishing round of training, you hid in your usual corner, venting your bitter resentment in hushed murmurs. You had no idea a silhouette had already materialized silently behind you. A deep, chilling voice dropped over your shoulder: "Hiding here... muttering about what?" Every muscle in your body seized instantly. Frozen in place, you could only turn around with excruciating slowness, locking eyes directly with Qi Yunzheng's bottomless, icy, and impassive gaze.