Chapter 1

My best friend, who I've relied on since we were kids, said she got into a big corporation and would soon be able to give me—an MC rider—a wealthy life.

I sneered and wished her good luck.

Because I knew clearly that during the day she was a cheap intern exploited by everyone, but at midnight she was an assistant wearing a sexy short skirt to drink with her boss.

Yet she always grinned foolishly, bragging about how her boss praised her again today and that she'd soon become a regular employee.

I kicked over a beer bottle:

"Quit. I'll take care of you!"

But my best friend cried and said:

"The company has its rules. Just endure this period and it'll be fine. Once I become a regular employee, we can pool our money to buy a small house and never be apart!"

I hated that she'd been completely brainwashed by the workplace and decided to stop managing her affairs.

Until that day, when I was racing with over a hundred MC members, I suddenly received a message from her:

"Aria, I really can't learn the rules of big corporations anymore. My boss wants me to sleep with his two major clients tonight. I don't want to live anymore!"

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I stared deadly at the last line on my phone screen.

The Coke bottle in my hand was crushed out of shape.

The entire racing track instantly went quiet.

Over a hundred people all turned to look at me in unison.

I shoved my phone into my pocket, stood up, and whistled.

In less than ten seconds, over a hundred people gathered around.

"Aria! What's up!"

I kicked over the plastic table in front of me and grabbed the half steel pipe hidden under the table leg.

"Get on your bikes. Follow me."

"Where to?"

"Grand Hyatt Hotel."

I tucked the steel pipe into my waistband and straddled my modified exhaust Ghost Fire motorcycle.

I twisted the throttle, and the engine roared.

Behind me, fifty motorcycles ignited simultaneously.

Taxi drivers on the road, seeing our formation, were so scared they crashed their cars straight into the curb.

Wind poured into my ears, but it couldn't drown out those words replaying in my head.

"Big platforms have their rules. Just endure this period and it'll be fine."

"Once I become a regular employee, we can pool our money to buy a small house and never be apart."

Natalie, you idiot.

I told you long ago that your boss Williams wasn't human.

During the day he had you serving tea, pouring water, and working overtime until 3 AM, and at midnight he had you wear a maid outfit to his room to report on work.

You told me that was the training model of big corporations, that every intern had to go through it.

I kicked a beer bottle to pieces and yelled at you to quit, and you cried begging me not to make trouble.

Fine, I held back.

But now you're sending me a suicide note?

Natalie! You fucking wait. Even if I have to tear down the Grand Hyatt Hotel tonight, I'm dragging you out of those bastards' hands!

Grand Hyatt Hotel.

When we arrived, a row of black Mercedes S-Classes was parked at the hotel entrance.

Several doormen were bowing to open car doors for guests. Seeing fifty motorcycles roaring up, their faces turned deathly pale.

"You... what are you doing! You can't park motorcycles here!"

Before he finished speaking, my guys rode their motorcycles straight onto the red carpet at the hotel entrance. Over a dozen bikes blocked the revolving door in a chaotic mess.

Four security guards rushed out from the lobby. They had just pulled out their walkie-talkies when my people pressed them down onto the marble floor.

"Aria, top floor suite, 2801."

My guy Monkey ran over holding his phone. Ten minutes ago he'd already hacked into the hotel's reservation system.

I squeezed into the VIP elevator with over a dozen of my trusted men.

Every second the elevator went up, Natalie's suicide note replayed in my head.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened.

But four black-clad bodyguards stood at the door of 2801, very muscular.

These weren't hotel security—they were private security hired by that foreign corporation.

The bald leader saw us and immediately blocked our way:

"Private event, unauthorized personnel..."

I didn't even let him finish. The steel pipe smashed directly into his brow bone.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered onto the hallway's beige wallpaper.

The bald man screamed, covering his face, and collapsed onto the carpet.

The remaining three bodyguards froze for half a second.

Max and Tank each took one down, and the last one was knocked over by Monkey with a fire extinguisher.

Four bodyguards, solved in seven seconds.

I stood in front of 280