Ninety-Nine Traps: The Gangsters Weep, the Campus Belle Is Really Gone

The first time Lin Qingxue worked as bait in a honey trap, she ran into me.

Her father owed the Tiger Hall three million, so she was forced to walk into a hotel dressed provocatively.

Lin Qingxue thought I was a gullible rich sucker.

But the moment Baldy Qiang kicked the door open, he dropped to his knees.

“Grandpa Zhou! Please let go of her! Don’t ruin our school’s last remaining beauty!”

She was stunned.

I paid off her debt, took her home, and made her my personal assistant, available twenty-four hours a day.

She said, “You’re not allowed to do anything weird to me outside of work.”

I said, “Fine, but your bro needs your body heat. Strictly wholesome, of course.”

The next day, the Green Snake Gang called: Your old man still owes us two million. Report in within two days.

Lin Qingxue cried and said she couldn’t drag me into this.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, pinned her against the wall in front of the whole school, took a photo, and posted it on social media.

“From today on, you’re staying by my side every minute. I want everyone to know: you’re mine.”

With red-rimmed eyes, she asked why.

I said, “My greatest hobby in life is paying off debts for gorgeous women.”