Chapter 38: Destroy Honda With A USB!

Chapter 38: Destroy Honda With A USB!

Ashley Hue paced anxiously across the floorboards of her downtown corporate office, where the senior Hidden Dragon executives handled their high-stakes business operations. She was in the middle of receiving a piece of absolutely terrible news from her top scout.

"The second our man on the ground spotted the target, Rick Lee, he immediately called for the Master Monk’s assistance just as you ordered," the subordinate reported, his voice shaking slightly under her intense gaze. "The target ducked straight into the narrow alleyway and waited for the Monk to close the gap. The Master spotted his position on the roof instantly."

Ashley stopped pacing, staring out the massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the tenth-story building. She kept her back turned completely toward her assistant so her facial expression remained totally hidden in the shadows.

"After a brief exchange of words, the Master Monk leaped straight up to the top of the second-story building where Lee was waiting for him. The moment the Master rushed forward to finish the job, Rick Lee pulled a gun. He shot the Master once squarely in the forehead and twice directly into the heart with absolute, terrifying accuracy. The Master Monk died instantly on the gravel."

Ashley’s heart skipped a hard beat at the news. A chill ran straight down her spine as she processed the reality that a high-tier, senior martial arts Master from the hidden monastery couldn't even manage to escape Rick's gunfire.

"Is there anything else?" she demanded coldly, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Before Rick Lee executed a high-speed escape across the adjacent rooftops, he turned back from roughly seventy-five feet away in the pitch black," the subordinate swallowed hard, looking down at his clipboard. "He fired a single, long-range shot that completely blasted our informant’s kneecap to pieces. The man is permanently crippled. And the very last detail is that Tina Feng is currently on our secure line, waiting to speak with you directly. She explicitly threatened to launch a massive retaliation against our network if we don't pick up the call right this second."

"Get out!" Ashley snapped.

The second the subordinate scrambled out of the office and closed the heavy oak door, Ashley reached across her mahogany desk, hitting the blinking intercom button to patch the holding line straight through the room speaker.

[ Finally decided you actually possess the guts to face me, or are you just going to keep hiding behind your desk? ] Tina's voice echoed out into the room, dripping with pure venom through the line.

"Tina, what exactly can I do for you right now?" Ashley replied, forcing her voice to sound completely calm and detached. "I happen to be quite busy handling corporate matters."

[ You tried to launch a lethal contract against my personal contractor? Your Dragon Balls are incredibly huge, Hue! What is your angle here? Do you want to violently offend the Fire Birds syndicate, my own Feng family line, or are you actively trying to declare war on both of us at the exact same time?! ]

"This operation did not originate from my desk," Ashley countered smoothly, tightening her jaw. "The command came from far above my position in the chain. And besides, the kid didn't get crippled."

[ Crippled?! My ass! That Mountain Temple monk went into that alleyway with absolute lethal intent to kill Rick Lee! You are completely retarded if you think I am going to sit back and fall for your pathetic corporate lies, Ashley. And you want to talk about crippling people? Why don't I deploy my personal strike teams to go cripple your entire office staff right now, and then I can just tell your father the order came from far above? ]

"Just get straight to your main point, Tina, and then hang up the phone."

[ Rick Lee is absolutely furious. He wants to wipe out your entire operation for threatening his life and putting a target on his family. Go ahead and look at the board, because the Feng family and the Fire Birds will gladly join his march the absolute second you try to fight back. So back the hell off, Ashley. ]

The line cut out with a sharp click, followed by the steady buzz of the dial tone.

"Fuck!" Ashley slammed her hand down onto the desk, her face flushing with anger. "Auntie Kimberly... I explicitly told you to stay out of this mess and not pull this move..."

She let out a heavy breath, picked up the secure telephone receiver, and punched in a private direct number to her family line.

"Hello, father? We have a massive problem on our hands. What? Wait, you already know the details? Aunt Kimberly is currently in official military custody?! The Feng family and the Fire Birds are actively threatening a full-scale war in the streets? Yes, they absolutely are. I understand our position."

Ashley placed the phone back into its cradle, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as she collapsed into her leather chair.

"How on earth did the central government manage to get involved in this street fight so incredibly fast? It is almost like their intelligence networks were sitting back and waiting for our forces to make a move. And why the hell did that Master Monk try to launch a lethal strike against Rick anyway? That was explicitly not the original order. This mess didn't come from my mother's side, did it?!"

Meanwhile, somewhere downtown inside a stark, windowless ten-by-ten-foot military interrogation room, Kimberly Long sat uncomfortably on a cold pipe-chair. Her hands were heavily handcuffed together, secured flat against the bolted metal table in front of her. The blatant fact that she was currently wearing plush bedroom slippers, silk pajamas, and a fleece house robe indicated that she had been dragged straight out of her bed without a single moment of warning.

An armed military security officer stood positioned directly in front of the locked steel door, his arms crossed tightly over his tactical vest as he stared straight ahead, refusing to say a single word to her. She had been repeatedly hurling frantic questions at the man for the past twenty minutes, but he completely ignored her presence.

"I am the absolute Head of the Long dynasty!" Kimberly screamed, her voice cracking as she rattled the chains against the table. "You have absolutely zero legal right to hold me inside this facility without my private lawyer present! I demand to be let go right this second!"

Then, like magic, a localized audio feed began to blare from the intercom speaker mounted on the concrete wall behind the officer's shoulder. The room filled with the crystal-clear playback of all her private conversations from the Hospital Ball, detailing her exact plots against Rick, her orders to have him crippled, and her plans to prevent him from ever stepping foot onto the university campus.

The exact same creepy, electrically scrambled voice from her earlier phone scare followed the recorded threats.

[ So my original, explicit warning from the other night was not good enough for your tiny brain? Tonight your expensive assassin died on a roof, and your entire family lineage was only minutes away from being completely slaughtered inside their beds by Rick Lee because I had to actively step in to halt his anger. Do not be stupid enough to think that child is not fully capable of wiping you, your submissive husband, your son, and your sisters entirely off the face of the map. And if he chooses to do it, we in the central government will gladly step back and allow the harvest to happen. So if you choose to ignore my warning this time, you get absolutely zero second chances. Are you listening to me, Long woman? ]

Kimberly felt the blood completely drain from her face, her hands trembling against the steel table as the gravity of the situation hit her. "I... I hear you."

[ Then listen clearly and focus your tiny, arrogant brain on this single absolute truth... The exact split second Rick Lee dies, the entire Long family ceases to exist along with him. All of you. Now you have my permission to speak with your lawyer. ]

The intercom clicked off, the room falling back into a suffocating silence. The military officer finally shifted his weight, stepping forward to unlock the heavy door and let a visibly sweating, nervous-looking man slide into the room. This was Kimberly's high-priced defense attorney, and judging by the pale look on his face, the government guards out in the hallway had not treated him kindly. He quickly slid into the chair opposite his client to frantically discuss their options for bail.

Deep within a hidden control room situated in the exact same high-security government building, a woman with a sloppy hair bun was typing away at a high-end computer terminal, keeping a watchful eye on a massive wall of digital monitors.

May Lee was currently operating under the deep-cover operational alias of Lucy Shen. She had dyed her hair to a dark crimson tint to help mask her true identity from the local syndicates, and she was currently sporting a pair of thick, fake red-framed glasses to alter her profile.

Her eyes focused on one of the live city camera loops, watching a familiar red Hummer pull smoothly into the main gates of The Garden housing community. A proud smile spread across her face as she realized her nephew had successfully calmed his explosive temper and listened to her warning over the phone lines.

"You were a bit too decisive to try and launch a full-scale blitz against the Long estate without a proper escape plan, Rick," she murmured to herself, her fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard. "But I have to admit, a raw blitz is certainly the most effective method for pure shock and awe. It's a good thing I was already digitally trailing that Mountain Temple monk's location tonight, or I never would have found your blind spot in the streets. You certainly know how to vanish into the shadows when you want to, fufu."

She paused her typing, picked up a secure landline receiver on her desk, and dialed a priority clearance code to her division.

"This is senior intelligence officer number seven-seven-four-two-one," she said, her voice dropping to a flat, authoritative register. "I am officially authorizing one immediate drop of a tactical bunker-buster ordnance directly onto the uninhabited northern ridge at the edge of the Mountain Temple territory. Make absolutely sure to deliver the message directly to their elders: they are to stay the hell out of Star City permanently, or their entire hidden monastery will be completely eradicated from the grid. That is all."

She hung up the receiver, looking back at the monitors with a satisfied expression as she muttered to the empty room.

"Those stubborn bald donkeys think they can boss people around because they have high-tier Kung-Fu... but they forgot that I have Bomb-Fu!"

With a happy, vindictive smile plastered across her face, she took a long sip from her coffee cup and returned to parsing the surrounding city files.

The Garden Estates, 1:00 AM.

I finally managed to guide the Hummer into our new garage, and my brain was in a significantly better place after the drive. Wise words to live by: you have to focus on changing the things you actually can control, and stop breaking your mind over the things you can't.

It was currently about one in the morning, and looking up at the dark windows, both of my wives should be fast asleep before Mary had to wake up for her morning shift.

I quietly stepped out of the vehicle, heading straight into my ground-floor den to take a fast, silent shower to wash the scent of gunpowder off my skin. Once I was clean, I dried off, threw on a pair of comfortable boxers, and used my stealth skill to sneak upstairs into the main master bedroom. My training paid off perfectly; I managed to slip beneath the heavy sheets and position myself flat between both of their warm bodies without waking either of them for a single second.

Knowing that Mary's internal clock would cause her to wake up first for her police shift, I gently rolled onto my side and spooned her from behind, pulling her tight against my chest so she could wake up wrapped safely in my arms.

The rest of the night was incredibly peaceful, the deep comfort of sleeping next to two loving angels completely erasing the lingering anger from the alley fight. I was apparently so physically exhausted from the adrenaline drop that I didn't even register Mary sneaking out of the sheets to head to work. When my eyes finally blinked open in the morning light, I found Hana hugging my torso tightly, her face buried against my shoulder.

I leaned down, kissing her soft lips until her eyelids fluttered open groggily. A beautiful, sleepy grin spread across her face as she looked up at me.

"Rick... how was your work late last night?" she whispered, her voice husky.

"The job went incredibly well, dear," I smiled down at her, gently stroking her blonde hair. "In fact, the profits were so good I can probably put our future kid straight through an elite college course without a single loan!"

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of domestic bliss. We completed our intense physical workout together, shared a massive breakfast at the counter, and I formally sent Hana off to the hospital for her shift before heading back down to the den to handle my own private business.

I realized I forgot to break down another badass custom feature of my Cat and Mouse tracking application! I had spent a lot of time coding automated proximity alerts straight into the program's logic to handle specific target movements, such as:

First: If any individual flagged as a black target comes within a strict one-mile radius of my coordinates, the program automatically pings my smartphone with a silent text alert.

Second: If two specific tracked devices cross paths in the city, the system flags the interaction. For example, if Steve Woo’s phone gets within three hundred feet of Mary’s device, my screen will flash a red warning.

Third: The app tracks general movement vectors, alerting me the second a monitored phone leaves the main city limits or moves from district to district.

Fourth: The system runs a heartbeat check, notifying me instantly if a tracked phone's battery dies or if the SIM card is physically removed from the terminal.

There were quite a few more minor alerts built into the script, but like I noted before, this custom app was easily one of the single best tools in my inventory for keeping myself and my two wives safe. Naturally, the system relied entirely on the target actually carrying their personal smartphone on them, so it wasn't perfect, but it gave me a massive tactical edge.

I bring all of this up because my very first task of the morning was to officially add the Long family to my automated watch list. I manually uploaded the specific device profiles for Kimberly, Victoria, and Ashley Hue into the tracking system.

According to the live readings on my monitor, it looked like Kimberly had already been released on heavy bail and was back inside her main estate, which was perfectly fine with my plans. If that mysterious scrambled voice possessed the raw authority to use the central military government to drag a primary head of an elite family out of her bed in pajamas, that person was a massive player on the board. For now, I would just keep my digital eyes locked tightly on Kimberly's movements.

I sat back in the leather chair of my den, pulling out the stolen items from my raid on Dr. Chris Honda's luxury condo to run a deep investigation through my master-tier computer skills. Frankly, the data files I was uncovering inside his local storage drive were straight-up criminal.

Stored on the hidden USB drive were countless hidden-camera sex tapes that the plastic surgeon had secretly recorded with various women he slept with over the years. Looking at the creation dates on the files, it looked like the vast majority of his voyeuristic crimes started manifesting a few months after he and Hana had officially broken off their relationship—almost like the rejection had caused his psyche to go completely off the deep end.

As I scrolled through the directory, my eyes suddenly froze on a specific file string labeled: [ Hana Chang ]

Without a single millisecond of hesitation or thought, I slammed my finger onto the delete key, wiping the file entirely from existence and scrubbing the files clean. I did not open the video, I did not look at a single thumbnail, and I refused to let my mind imagine what kind of private moments might be trapped inside the code. I loved my new wife far too much to ever look at her shame or feed into Honda's sick game.

Every single one of the women cataloged in these files was completely unaware that he had secretly recorded them from hidden angles in his bedroom. And I knew for a fact the exact same violation had been planned for Hana. But Chris Honda wasn't going to get off scot-free with this garbage. Not a chance.

I opened a secure browser window, accessing a completely untraceable, encrypted email node I had established specifically for this operation, and prepared to systematically destroy his entire existence with a single digital stroke.

I carefully combed through the rest of the files to make absolutely sure no other women from my personal network were trapped inside his hidden-camera sex files, and then I sorted the data blocks cleanly into a single master folder. While indexing the targets, my eyes widened at a series of filenames detailing his latest exploits. I actually found out that one of the primary women he had been systematically sleeping with and recording was the hospital Director’s wife—and he was sleeping with the Director's eighteen-year-old daughter as well. Sometimes even at the same time.

"Sorry, Honda," I muttered, a cold grin spreading across my face as I stared at the flashing terminal screen. "You should have never targeted my Hana. Your life as a high-society plastic surgeon officially ends right here. Let’s see how many furious husbands and protective parents are going to want a physical piece of your ass now, bitch!"

Click!

With one final, decisive stroke on my mechanical keyboard, I launched the payload. I mass-emailed the entire categorized library of hidden videos straight to every single employee on the hospital’s secure network server, while simultaneously firing the specific clips directly to the personal email inboxes of the victims trapped in the footage.

"You are going to have an absolutely legendary shit day at work, doctor," I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. "Oh, wait, it’s even better than that. If you actually drank that heavy liquid laxative I left in your condo fridge, you are literally going to be trapped inside a toilet stall when the news hits, haha! Oh, hold on... I should probably send this complete archive straight to all the local television stations and news desks as well. Yup, doing that right now."

A short while later, I bundled the entire digital delivery together, attaching a beautifully drafted, completely fake public apology letter written under Honda's electronic signature, making it look like he was proudly taking credit for the leaks.

"I genuinely feel like I did some real, measurable justice in the world today," I said, stretching my arms out as I shut down my hacking terminal. "Let's celebrate a successful operation by taking Hana some high-end pickup lunch at the hospital!"

I snatched the keys to the Hummer off the desk, humming some happy, upbeat Kate Kong tracks under my breath as I walked out to the garage, completely ready to grab some premium food and catch the fallout of the show.

Star General Hospital, the central doctors' executive lounge...

Squeak, swoosh, garble, gurgle!

Inside one of the locked bathroom stalls, Dr. Chris Honda was currently white-knuckling the stainless-steel handicap railings for dear life, silently praying to the heavens for his explosive, violent diarrhea to finally come to an end. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, his stomach cramping into knots.

"Sniff... why the hell won't it just stop?!" Honda groaned miserably to himself, his knees shaking under his weight. "Was it that greasy fried chicken I ordered for dinner last night?"

Squeak, swoosh, garble, gurgle!

Suddenly, the heavy outer door to the men's room swung open with a loud thud. The frantic sound of a few senior doctors marching inside echoed off the tile walls, their voices echoing with pure, unadulterated fury. One of them stopped right in front of the row of stalls, his breathing heavy.

"Fuck, something absolutely died in here! Oh, look at that... those are explicitly Honda's designer shoes under the frame!"

Like a modern-day Frankenstein, the arrogant doctor was completely unaware that the local villagers were already actively wielding symbolic torches and pitchforks right outside his door. He wiped his brow, leaning heavily against the partition wall as he called out through the vent.

"Steve? Is that you? Man, I am in absolutely terrible shape right now. Go ahead and cancel all of my scheduled plastic surgeries for the day. Something is completely wrong with my stomach!"

Squeak, swoosh, garble, gurgle!

This, my friends, is a vital real-world life lesson for whenever you are taking a heavy shit: always flush the toilet often for basic social courtesy, and more importantly... do it for tactical survival.

BANG!

Before Honda could even register the movement, the locked stall door was violently kicked clean off its hinges, the metal barrier slamming back to reveal three highly prominent senior doctors standing there with completely malicious, twisted expressions. They advanced straight onto the thoroughly stupefied, half-naked Chris Honda before he could even pull up his trousers.

Pow! Bam! Smack!

A relentless flurry of rapid kicks, heavy slaps, and closed-fist punches rained down on him inside the narrow space. Through the sheer chaos of the beating, Honda could barely process the vicious taunts being shouted over his screams.

"Sleeping with my wife behind my back?! Did you have fun recording it, you deadbeat fucker?!"

"My daughter is only eighteen years old, you complete bastard!"

"I am honestly just beating your ass because you are constantly taking my reserved parking spot every morning, you arrogant prick!"

Right at the exact moment Chris was forcefully shoved face-first straight down into the uncleaned toilet bowl—effectively getting violently waterboarded by his own laxative-fueled waste— his final, frantic conscious thoughts were completely pathetic: 'I really wish I had flushed the bowl. Oh god, I just swallowed some of the water!' A split second later, his eyes rolled back and he passed out cold from the sheer psychological and physical trauma.

The furious medical staff didn't stop there. They grabbed his limp ankles and dragged his half-naked, unconscious body straight out into the main public corridors for total public shaming. A crowd of angry nurses immediately swarmed his frame, delivering a few hard, vindictive kicks straight to his junk as he lay there on the linoleum. Yeah! If I had known the hospital staff was going to react with this level of cinematic violence, I would have gladly driven faster to watch the live show in person instead of casually reviewing the recorded video feeds pulled remotely from the onlookers' smartphones.

Outside of Hana's private executive office...

Knock, knock, knock!

I delivered three crisp knocks against the heavy wood and turned the handle, stepping into Hana's quiet office space. She was sitting rigidly behind her desk, her eyes wide with panic as she nervously stared at the massive data threads updating across her computer screen. She looked completely worried sick.

"Rick! Honey, you're actually here?" she gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up. "And you brought me lunch? I am so sorry, I am just completely preoccupied with this massive hospital wide crisis right now!"

I walked over and placed the warm takeout containers smoothly on the edge of her desk. Stepping around her chair, I leaned down to wrap my arms firmly around her shoulders from behind, holding her tight. She let out a shaky breath, her small hand gently rubbing against my arm as she delivered a nervous, terrified confession.

"Chris Honda apparently released his entire personal library of hidden sex tapes to the entire staff network," Hana whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Everyone is looking through the files. Rick... I am so incredibly afraid that I might be inside one of those files. I am so, so sorry if I bring shame to your name."

I reached across her shoulder, manually clicking the mouse to shut down the video player entirely, and turned her chair around so she was forced to look straight into my eyes. I leaned in, pressing a deep, reassuring kiss against her lips before I broke the news.

"My beautiful wife, listen to me clearly," I told her, my voice carrying an absolute, unshakeable weight. "You are explicitly not in those files. I already personally verified every single folder, and I didn't watch a single frame of that trash. It no longer exists in this world, and it will never touch your life."

Hana shot straight up out of her chair like a rocket, plunging her face deeply into the fabric of my long coat. She wrapped her arms completely around my torso, holding me with a super-tight, desperate grip. I could feel her entire body shuddering against my chest as she broke down, weeping heavy tears of absolute, profound relief now that she knew her private life hadn't been exposed to high society like the other victims. I didn't say another word; I simply kept my hands moving in a slow, soothing circle against her back, holding her tight against my chest until her breathing finally stabilized.

A short while later, she calmed down completely, lifting her head to look straight into my eyes with a soft expression.

"Thank you so much for not watching the files, Rick," she murmured, her voice carrying a deep level of respect. "I was honestly so terrified that you would open them, see something from my past, and grow to absolutely hate me for being seen by other men."

"You silly, genius doctor," I chuckled softly, reaching up to gently wipe a lingering tear from her cheek. "There is absolutely not a single thing about you or your past that could ever make me hate you. Now, let’s go ahead and eat this food before it gets completely cold. I managed to score us some premium pasta, haha!"

We sat together at her desk, quickly turning her private office into a soft, romantic world of our own while the absolute structural chaos occurring right outside her locked door remained terrifyingly loud.

Later that evening, once we finally made it back to our secure estate, Hana was incredibly aggressive and forward during our bedroom activities. She pushed her physical skills to the absolute limit, completely leaving me speechless at the sheer, unbridled effort and passion she was pouring into my body across the sheets to show her appreciation.

I really did manage to marry two completely perfect wives.

As we rest up for the upcoming university semester, just make sure to never forget the ultimate moral of this story: always flush the bowl often, and pray to the heavens that nobody ever uncovers your hidden USB drive!