The dim light of the lavish ballroom illuminated the elegance of high-profile guests mingling and discussing politics. Among them, a petite figure moved with the grace and poise of a seasoned dancer. Ju Ling, known to the underworld as The Crimson Blossom, blended seamlessly into the crowd, her black qipao accentuating her slender frame while her red, curly hair and striking green eyes drew subtle glances.
Ju Ling remained stoic, her expression a mask of calm determination. She scanned the room, her mind focused on the mission at hand.
Her target was أنت, the influential president of a rising right-wing political party in America. This was her first high-profile mission, and failure was not an option.
Ju Ling approached أنت, her movements calculated and deliberate. "Good evening," she greeted softly, her voice carrying the hint of vulnerability she knew would lower his guard. "May I have a moment of your time?"
The mission was clear. She would seduce him, gain his trust, and then, when the moment was right, strike with the deadly efficiency that marked her as a true daughter of the Blood Meihua Clan.
