After receiving her new name, Lan was sent to Japan to track down Miss Luo, a mob boss who has crossed Bai Bi Industries in Hong Kong then capture her, kill her if she will not cooperate. Lan has found the big seaside manor Miss Luo lived in, and prepared to attack it alone.

　　 A muscular young woman was jogging along the empty road in front of the seaside manor. She wore a black tube top and a pair of very short black jeans, showing off her sweaty tanned body as much as possible. Under the tube top a tight blue bra was visible, its straps also binding into her shoulders tightly. Along with her short hair, short black socks and running shoes, it makes her look very energetic and childlike. There was nobody else on the road, but there was a lot of chances to take a good look at this pretty jogging girl because she has spent most of the morning running around the manor.

　　 One pair of eyes were following her from across the road, hiding behind tall bushes. There was no lust or appreciation for her appearence in this gaze, only caution. It was from a girl in a Chinese minidress with a sword on her waist, the Petal agent of Bai Bi Industries, Lan. Her name used to be Lang, but after a number of successful missions, she was promoted to top class field agent and given a new code name fitting the flower theme more. This means she would start receiving solo missions, and the girl who was like her sister the most, Hui, protested because she thought it would be far more dangerous. Still, the company sent Lan to Japan alone for her first mission after promotion.

　　 Lan knew the athletic jogging girl was a bodyguard of the female criminal boss from Hong Kong, who was known as Miss Luo. This mysterious woman has interrupted many deals between Bai Bi and foreign companies in China, even helped rival organizations to attack their properties. Lan was told to bring Miss Luo to Bai Bi leadership alive, as they hope to take over her business peacefully, or kill her if she refuses. All her guards and mafia members are considered expendable.

　　 As the jogging girl left the main road and started to run along the manor\u0027s outer wall, Lan left her hiding place and dashed across the road. The bodyguard did not wear any headphones for running, but Lan kept her distance and did her best to reduce noise when running over. She then closed the distance in a leap, held onto the tanned girl\u0027s shoulders, and wrapped her long legs in stockings across the tanned girl\u0027s body.

　　 Lan moved her hands over the jogger\u0027s mouth and squeezed her waist, making her fall to the left. They rolled together into the grass, and Lan dragged the girl behind a hedge bush. The jogger was more muscular, but Lan took her completely by surprise and held her by the neck, so she has not found a way to fight back yet.

　　 \"Is Miss Luo at home today?\"

　　 Lan pinned the bodyguard\u0027s entire body on the ground and asked, using her right hand to pinch the girl\u0027s windpipe and keeping her left hand loosely over the girl\u0027s mouth.

　　 \"Yes?\"

　　 The girl answered weakly, she was too shocked to not say the truth. If Miss Luo was not there, then the plan was to kill this bodyguard, then wait for the rest of the guards to escape and follow them to the next safehouse. Lan loosened the grip on her throat a little.

　　 \"How many people are there with her, counting you?\"

　　 \"...Eight.\"

　　 \"Are you sure?\"

　　 \"Yes.\"

　　 Without saying anything else, Lan moved her left hand to the bodyguard\u0027s forehead and pulled backwards, using her right hand to pull the girl\u0027s chin downwards at the same time. Before the girl can shout in pain, Lan used a light twist to the left to loosen her jaw, stopping her from doing so. Then, Lan lifted the girl\u0027s head up and suddenly made a sharp turning move to the right. The sound of the bodyguard\u0027s spine popping was quiet in the outdoors, almost hidden by tree leaves shaking in a light wind, but she was clearly dead after a violent twitch following the crack. Lan gave a careful look over the girl\u0027s teary wide open eyes, broken jaw with stuck out tongue, and finally her neck bent in a strange angle. Still, Lan tested her victim for a breath before standing back up, finding none going in.

　　 She kicked the tanned and muscular corpse over, to a good place to hide beneath thick growth. This was the first step in planting Bai Bi Industres\u0027 first flag in enemy territories.

　　 Lan scaled up the mansion\u0027s garden wall using tree branches and flipped herself inside. Being a wild child since her adoption by the company, she was always very good at climbing. She did not even scratch her minidress, shoes or stockings, though Bai Bi\u0027s material science research also helped.

　　 Lan made her way to the manor\u0027s garage, a separate small building close to the entrance, hiding herself well behind garden plants. Her high tech shoes made no sound across the soft grass, and only a little bit more on concrete. She wanted to check the garage in case Miss Luo would try to take a drive today, if so she could just hijack the car and drove her to a meeting place, saving her time and sparing any bodyguards she would come across.

　　 The buzz of an electric drill came from the garage. There was a flat side window near Lan, she saw it was poorly lit and messy inside. Though, there was enough space for her to move in and stay low to observe. There were a green Land Cruiser truck and a black GTR race car, the latter known to be Miss Luo\u0027s personal car of choice. The GTR was lifted up and being worked on, so there was no chance to catch her at the garage.

　　 Lan slowly walked closer to have a look at the mechanic working on the car, and saw another attractive young woman. A light skinned girl with ginger brown hair, also muscular but less so than the jogger, in a pair of hot black boxer shorts and a black sports bra. Both has red markings on their edges, like the black gloves she wore. Lan thought it was not really enough protection for using power tools around a car, and the mechanic did have a bandage wrapped around her left elbow, but that girl did not seem to care. She was deep in her work with a cheerful look on her face.

　　 Thinking this girl should be just an ordinary worker, Lan picked up a long piece of thick wire and approached from behind. The plan was to simply tie the mechanic up and move on, knock her out if necessary. She walked up slowly, then looped the wire over the ginger girl\u0027s neck.

　　 \"Hands up, listen to me. Keep quiet and I won\u0027t kill you.\"

　　 Lan said in Japanese. The mechanic stopped her drill, and slowly put her arms up, raising both hands high. Glad to see her listen, Lan lifted the wire to tie the girl\u0027s wrists.

　　 Suddenly, the drill started again and cut through the wire held in Lan\u0027s right hand. Only because of the Chi armor it didn\u0027t cut right into Lan\u0027s arm. In fact, it did not even leave a mark because the Petal still kept very high attention.

　　 Lan jumped backwards and threw the wire away. Then, she immediately kicked twice, at the ginger girl\u0027s waist and shapely breasts, as that girl was turning around. Both hits landed right on, making the girl stumble and loose her drill.

　　 Lan stood up and drew her sword, pointing it at her opponent. The girl gave her a mocking confident look, grinning.

　　 \"Little Bai Bi bitch.\"

　　 She was also slowly moving herself backwards towards a crowbar lying nearby.

　　 Lan dashed over and kicked the crowbar away, sending it crashing into the wall behind. Seeing the ginger girl was about to scream, Lan then gave a very hard kick into the girl\u0027s muscular waist, knocking all her wind out.

　　 The mechanic sat there gasping holding her stomach, unable to say another word.

　　 Calmly, Lan backed up and picked up the electric drill. If she made some more working noises inside the garage after that crash, maybe people won\u0027t notice the fight fast enough.

　　 She started the drill again in her hand and guided it in front of the ginger girl\u0027s forehead, who tried to kicked at her and tried to block it with her left hand, maybe just to block the terrible sight. Lan drove it in between the girl\u0027s eyes and kept pressing it there. The mechanic kept the same shocked and pleading expression, but then suddenly her eyes rolled up and her legs stopped moving. Her upper body began to slowly fall backwards, finally coming to a rest on the garage floor.

　　 Lan stopped the drill and pulled it out. Her opponent died with only a tiny wound above her nose, not much blood has came out of it. The mechanic still held her stomach with her right hand, and kept an almost comical pose with her left hand still trying to block the drill out of her sight. Her eyes were still wide open, her mouth interrupted in the last gasp, and her breasts stopped heaving under the sexy black and red sports bra. Between her legs a small puddle has appeared, maybe she had lost control of her bladder even before Lan started the drill.

　　 Lan herself was disgusted by the scene but she was not shaken. A mission from Bai Bi must be completed in any way she must, because it\u0027s also a mission from all her sisters, and from Bai Meihua, the company CEO and older sister to all Petals.

　　 Leaving the corpse at the place it fell, Lan peeked out from another window to take a look at the manor\u0027s garden. There, three of Miss Luo\u0027s bodyguards were training to fight.

　　 The three girls were fighting on a sand pit marked out in the center of the garden, like a wrestling ring. It was clear they were only practicing, or playing in their moves.

　　 They looked completely different. One was in an army jacket and matching long pants, average built, her black hair tied into a short ponytail pointing towards the sky. Her face had a serious look, but it was still round and youthful. The jacket reminded Lan of an American mercenary company she once read about in a magazine, who paid a lot of advertisement money to have a role in a shooting game coming up. However, she didn\u0027t know there are any women in this company. She did use army fighting moves Lan knew, with very fast punches, kicks and elbow strikes, while showing a lot of control to not really hit her opponents too hard. It was too far to hear what the three girls were saying, but this skill and attitude show she could be their leader.

　　 The second girl was tomboyish, tanned and in a revealing set of clothing just like the jogger, but even more muscular than her, with thicker arms and legs. She wore protective bandages on her arms along with black gloves, a longer look shows Lan that what looks like a tube top on her was also made of bandages. This girl only had a bikini bottom and a pair of heavy looking boots on her lower body. Her rich curves and healthy skin color would make many, male or female, dream of coming closer and touching her. This girl shined bright under the sunlight, making her close to a waking wet dream, because all her exposed skin has been covered with a clear liquid oil. She fought with boxing and wrestling moves, too fast and oily to be gripped by her opponents.

　　 The last one of the three looked just like a normal Japanese high school girl, in a white seifuku school uniform with black edges, but cut short to show off her very impressive chest. She was shorter than the other two but her long black stockings, like the ones Lan wore, made her firm legs with plump thighs more attractive. Lan wondered maybe she was just a daughter of a rich neighbor nearby, who was just coming to visit a friend or sister who worked at the manor. Even though it seemed like she was one of the guards and practiced with the other two, she mostly stood outside the sand pit to watch them fight, and didn\u0027t want to touch the tanned girl\u0027s oiled body. In that case, she would also be seen as expendable for the mission, or cleared to be tracked down and assassinated if she was a risk to talk to the police. Miss Luo was not known to have a daughter this age, she was at most thirty years old and it was confirmed there were no family members of her anywhere.

　　 Lan saw the mercenary girl as the biggest threat, but she knew even as she had the sword it would be difficult to take on any two trained fighters at the same time. Lan was skilled at fighting and video games, but she learned much about strategy from Hui, the calm smart Petal. Her best approach would be waiting for one of them to leave, then kill one of the remaining two by surprise using her sword, then try to kill the last as fast possible. She didn\u0027t bring a gun because Japanese police respond to gunshot reports very seriously, if her enemies have one, she would choose to run before the cops arrive than staying to fight. After all, it would put a lot of pressure onto Bai Bi\u0027s enemies this way.

　　 Lan waited behind a row of roses with better view and close enough to hear the fighters talk a little. The mercenary happened to be the first to leave the sand pit.

　　 \"I\u0027ll go check on the boss\u0027 car, let\u0027s go on the town tonight.\"

　　 She started walking towards the garage, stretching her arms. The high school seifuku girl who just fought with her shouted in celebration, then sat down on the grass outside the pit to rest. The wrestler started rubbing a new layer of oil onto herself, starting from her muscular shins above the top of her heavy boots, then going up slowly. The seifuku girl gave a whistle for this show, and the mercenary turned back briefly to have a look too. Lan felt no enjoyment watching, or regret for going to break this peaceful moment later, she was here to do what the company needed.

　　 Silently, Lan moved to another rose bush when the mercenary was not looking in her direction, then stopped and held her breath. As a Petal, she could hold longer and tighter than most of her enemies. The mercenary soon came in front of her, within an arm\u0027s reach.

　　 Lan stood up and made a strike forward with her sword, fast and brutal, straight into the left side of the mercenary\u0027s waist. The attack punctured a kidney. This ponytail girl immediately bent forward in pain, but could not scream because the pain was so strong she was out of all strength.

　　 Lan pulled the twitching girl behind the bush by her shoulders, leaving the sword in place, letting her sit on the grass. Then, Lan pulled the sword out, allowing the girl to try covering her bleeding wound and kick around. The mercenary was no longer a fighter, just a dying young woman in pain, not able to call for help or relieve it by shouting.

　　 Catching a moment the mercenary was lying flat fully exposing her chest, Lan made another fast strike with the sword and landed it under the girl\u0027s modest left breast. The sword tip easily cut into the mercenary\u0027s heart, all the way through with no resistance.

　　 Then, Lan pulled the sword out and moved back to her first hiding place, paying no attention to the last few weak kicks made by her victim who already lost consciousness. The mercenary\u0027s pained face finally relaxed in death, but still left a sad and pitiful sight.

　　 The wrestler had finished applying new oil to herself when Lan got back. The sunlight reflecting on tanned skin was highlighting the wrestler\u0027s curvy muscular body well, while difficult to let people actually keep gazing on her. She asked the girl in a high school uniform to have some more practice, and the younger girl accepted the offer with a smile and a friendly slap to the bandage tube top. It was wrapped tight and the wrestler\u0027s breasts were very firm, the tube top bounced but not shake.

　　 Lan started her attack when the two were completely focusing on fighting each other. She jumped out from cover, holding her sword by both hands high to make a big slash at the wrestler\u0027s back.

　　 Surprisingly, the wrestler dodged Lan\u0027s sword without looking, then pushed the seifuku girl away before turning around to face Lan. They stood there examining each other carefully.

　　 \"I can sense you coming, because the oil let my skin feel changes in the air.\"

　　 The wrestler said, while moving in front of the seifuku girl to protect her. The seifuku girl looked really scared like a normal high school student.

　　 \"Don\u0027t worry, I\u0027ll bring her to the boss myself. Though, I don\u0027t know if she can live till then.\"

　　 The wrestler flexed her arms and sent the younger girl running away.

　　 Lan released her left hand\u0027s grip on the sword and made a quick slice at the wrestler\u0027s right arm, but missed again. The wrestler fought back by knocking her bandaged forearm onto the flat side of Lan\u0027s sword, bouncing it away and making Lan lose her balance.

　　 The wrestler came closer and punched at Lan. Lan successfully dodged, then made a fast kick at the wrestler\u0027s side, but all force in the kick slid away on the oily skin.

　　 She carefully stood still and posed her sword and right hand behind her back to prepare for making a fast single hand full swing.

　　 Just as Lan began striking with her right hand, the wrestler grabbed her free left hand with both hands. Lan was pulled close to the wrestler\u0027s face, and the sword bounced off from hitting very tense muscle wrapped under thick bandages on the wrestler\u0027s left forearm, just like last time. The wrestler did not even frown after being hit.

　　 \"The oil makes me quicker too.\"

　　 She said to Lan, and pulled her all the way to herself, their chests touching each other. Most people would blush when they come this close and get held this tight by the sexy tomboy wrestler, but Lan only kept observing her without changing expression.

　　 The wrestler suddenly hit Lan in the stomach point blank using her left knee, making Lan gasp in pain and drop the sword. Then, she wrapped both arms around Lan and started squeezing all the air out of her.

　　 \"Olive oil and herbal medicine spices, let me tell you, it\u0027s a great lube too. I\u0027ll share some with you and let you try if you just ask.\"

　　 The oily tanned girl licked her lips in front of Lan\u0027s suffocating face. Lan could see her dark blue eyes showing lust.

　　 Lan was struggling to keep her Chi armor up protecting her rib cage from being crushed. She could fight back by kicking and scratching, but the wrestler was too strong to be distracted by those. She could also try attacking the tanned girl\u0027s joints, but there was too much oil for her to make a firm grip. The hold is making her run out of air, all she could smell was the scented oil and sweat on the wrestler\u0027s body.

　　 \"Ha!\"

　　 Lan stroke both of her hands on the wrestler\u0027s back using a small part of her Chi in the attack, blowing oil away from the tanned girl\u0027s body into a mist, the force also freed Lan from the grip.

　　 \"That didn\u0027t hurt at all.\"

　　 The wrestler said, a playful grin on her face showed she was telling the truth.

　　 Lan picked up her sword as she turned her backward fall into a dodge roll, then stuck the sword into the sand to steady herself. She still needed some time to charge more Chi by taking deep breaths.

　　 The wrestler charged towards her. Lan sensed if she doesn\u0027t move out of the way in time, the wrestler could grab her by the upper body and backflip her.

　　 Lan drove the sword up and threw it, bringing up a large cloud of sand. Then, she jumped away, dashed behind the confused wrestler and kicked her right in the bandaged back with both legs, sending the tanned girl flying out of the sand pit wrestling ring.

　　 The wrestler fell onto the garden\u0027s grass turf face first, but flipped herself around using her strong arms quickly. She raised up halfway just in time to see Lan standing above her. Lan\u0027s left foot in black stocking and red high heel shoe landed on her bandaged chest between the breasts and pressed down hard. The wrestler coughed and fell back to the ground.

　　 Lan turned around and lifted the wrestler\u0027s muscular right leg up by the boot. With sand on her left hand, Lan easily held tight onto the tanned girl\u0027s knee and placed her right hand on the ankle. She twisted hard, breaking the wrestler\u0027s shin and stopping her from getting back up.

　　 \"Aah! Ow. That\u0027s... You\u0027re good, Petal...\"

　　 The wrestler had completely given up, her arms stretched by her side in a relaxed way, calm despite the pain from her leg.

　　 \"Thank you.\"

　　 Lan said, actually feeling some enjoyment hearing such a strong enemy comment on her skills. She walked back to her sword and returned pointing it at the wrestler\u0027s face.

　　 \"Now I know... Thank you too.\"

　　 The tanned girl nodded at her and gave her an understanding smile.

　　 Lan cut through the wrestler\u0027s neck with no resistance, then began running towards the direction the last girl of the three went.

　　 The wrestler\u0027s eyes immediately widened when the sword entered her flesh, despite having accepted her death before Lan made the strike. She gulped for air, kicked weakly and tried to hold her wound with her hands, but her struggle soon ended. Her eyes closed slowly in death, her corpse almost a peaceful scene, like she was just tanning her skin under the morning sun and fallen asleep.

　　 Lan entered the manor\u0027s main building, it was a grand western house with white walls and red roofs, but the interior walls were covered by a wallpaper that switches between light and dark purple.

　　 She carefully searched through every room for enemies, jumping in and out of doors like she was dancing on a stage. The high school girl ran into the building, but every last guard and Miss Luo herself should be inside, since there was no sight of anyone else in the garden or by the beachfront before.

　　 She heard sobbing come from behind the closed door of a large study. Lan haven\u0027t heard what the high school girl in a seifuku sounded like, So she guessed it could be some innocent worker scared by the fight. She regretted killing the first guard too soon before finding out who were all the people in the manor. Although workers and other people not involved with Miss Luo\u0027s organization should be captured, in case they alert the police too soon, Bai Bi\u0027s command was against unnecessary killing. Prisoners would be only interrogated before release, then kept an eye on or ransomed.

　　 She pushed the door open slowly while still scanning in the hallway outside. On the reflection in her sword\u0027s blade, she saw it was the same girl indeed, who ran away from the wrestling sand pit, broken down sobbing and sitting in a corner. The room was full of large book cases, but none was big enough for anyone to hide inside for an ambush.

　　 Lan walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Her steps were light, but the wooden floor boards still made enough noise to alert the short girl in a seifuku. The girl didn\u0027t move away, only looked up from where she sat and put her hands up.

　　 \"I\u0027m sorry, I\u0027m sorry, I didn\u0027t see anything.\"

　　 Her voice was not very loud, but Lan rushed up and covered the girl\u0027s mouth.

　　 \"Be quiet. What are you doing here?\"

　　 Lan lifted her left hand a little and pressed her sword on the girl\u0027s throat. The girl tried to duck down, her plump chest rapidly heaving in panic.

　　 \"I didn\u0027t see anything, I won\u0027t call the police, I didn\u0027t...\"

　　 Lan was not sure what to do. Killing the wounded wrestler was because another guard could fix her leg and make her join the fight, but this Japanese girl was not resisting her and did not look like a good fighter when she was practicing. She did not look as muscular as the bodyguards, her waist was too thin and flat. The seifuku was like one from a nearby high school, too, only cut shorter. Though, Lan had nothing to tie her up with, not like the wire she tried to use on the mechanic. Knocking the seifuku girl out would still risk another guard waking her, breaking her limbs would make her scream out loud for sure.

　　 Remembering the mechanic, Lan told herself to be more careful, because it could be another trap. The guards were too loyal to their boss.

　　 Lan moved back, pulled away her sword and gave the short seifuku girl a careful look. She noticed the girl was sitting on top of her left hand and the hand seemed to be holding something under her short skirt.

　　 \"Don\u0027t move.\"

　　 Lan pointed her sword low and lifted the front of the girl\u0027s skirt using the broad side. There was no gun holster but only a cute pair of triangular orange panties with a ribbon, expected on a girl of her age who focused on her appearances. Maybe she wanted to surprise a boyfriend or girlfriend with it. It highlighted the outline of her smooth youthful thighs well, working together with the long dark stockings she wore.

　　 \"Turn around.\"

　　 \"Please let me go, I didn\u0027t see anything...\"

　　 The Japanese girl resisted, but did not blush in shame or try to cover herself at all. Then, Lan finally saw her left hand move out behind the pair of panties, holding a short combat knife.

　　 The girl\u0027s legs both sprung out upwards from the floor and kicked at Lan with no time between them, hitting her both times.

　　 As Lan backed off and steadied herself using the sword, the seifuku girl stood up holding the knife ready to attack, grinning.

　　 The sword stuck too deep into the floor, and Lan had to let go before the girl made a very close cut in front of her. She doesn\u0027t want to use Chi armor to take hits yet, when she had just spent half of her Chi fighting the wrestler.

　　 The seifuku girl was very fast, although she only had a combat knife, there were many obstacles in the room for her to limit Lan\u0027s movement. Because Lan can\u0027t risk being hit with the knife, the seifuku girl was very successful in avoiding kicks from Lan\u0027s shapely powerful legs and guiding her moves with the knife.

　　 Lan had her own plans to make her opponent go where she wanted her to go, by backing away carefully into a circle around the room. She had trapped the seifuku girl between her and a piece of wall beside a large bookcase, without the girl noticing.

　　 Lan posed for a high kick with her right leg, pulled back just in time as her opponent stabbed at her, then turned herself around in a very tight spin. This spin let Lan hit the seifuku girl right in the forehead using both her braids like whips. The heavy jade rings tied to the braid ends dazed the girl, making her stumble and drop the knife in pain.

　　 \"Ow!\"

　　 There was no time for her to recover. As the girl gave a cute shout like she was complaining about something in her regular life, Lan\u0027s left foot in a red high heel shoe arrived under her chin and pressed her to the wall behind. Even though her neck had a leather collar, it helped more in making her look sexy than protecting her windpipe. She coughed helplessly, still too dazed to fight back.

　　 Lan lifted her leg up high and put all her strength in pinning down the girl\u0027s neck to the wall, then suddenly gave her leg foot a twist. After a sharp crack, the seifuku girl stopped moving. Her dead eyes stared at Lan lifelessly, her mouth closed with a last gulp of air to form a strange expression as if she was pouting to someone who were supposed to take care of her, pitiable and innocent.

　　 The girl\u0027s corpse slid down along the wall as Lan pulled back her leg, coming to a stop sitting still, her head resting to a side, eyes half closed but still bulging out because of a snapped neck. One more sign in this sad scene for Lan to confirm her death was incontinence, the Japanese girl pissed herself very soon after settling on the floor.

　　 Lan pulled her sword out from the floor boards and left the room.

　　 At the door, in the reflection on her sword, Lan saw a shape came down the stairs and move across the other end of the hallway. She threw the door open and rushed into the nearest open room.

　　 Right afterwards, she heard a gun fire in the hallway and a bullet pass behind her. It missed, but Lan still wondered maybe she should have brought a gun to this mission. The remaining bodyguards were alerted for sure, when she was still fighting the seifuku girl. Now, she would have to finish the job as quickly as possible, before Miss Luo can escape. Lan blamed herself for not disabling the Land Cruiser SUV in the garage, as Hui would have remembered to plan for any risks in the mission.

　　 She checked the hallway again with her sword. She saw a short and slender young woman in a green business suit, a gray skirt and leggings, holding a pistol at the end of the hallway. The young woman\u0027s loose hair was dyed pink, contrasting much with her office professional look.

　　 Lan thought about her options to get close enough for landing a killing strike on the suit girl very carefully. She wanted to save her Chi for later enemies, so she should distract the suit girl\u0027s aim, but she also wanted to make that girl shoot less. If she can save ammo in her gun, there would be more for Lan to use on the other guards.

　　 Stepping out of the room, Lan moved towards the suit girl, holding the sword in front in a guarding position. The composite metal used to make it could stop most bullets if used in the right way. Blocking a shot in front of the suit girl would tell that girl to not wast more shots.

　　 Like Lan expected, the suit girl fired when they saw each other. The shot was easy to block and deflect with Lan\u0027s training, and Lan made sure to let the bullet angle back towards the girl as much as possible.

　　 The suit girl was surprised, and tried her luck firing another shot at Lan\u0027s lower body. Lan blocked it again, but she felt the sword could not take any more hits.

　　 Lan got close to the stairs and started running towards it. The suit girl started moving to block her way, not daring to shoot again because Lan was too good at bouncing her own shots back at herself.

　　 Lan threw the sword at the suit girl sideways, not trying to hit her, but to force her to move where she wanted her to, maybe to drop the gun. Shocked, the suit girl dodged by going up the narrow flight of stairs, still holding the pistol by her both hands.

　　 Lan followed, since she was much taller than the suit girl, she caught up with her on the stairs immediately. Her left hand grabbed the suit girl\u0027s right hand and forced it to point straight up, while her right hand went between the girl\u0027s forearms and went at her chin in an open palm.

　　 The suit girl released her left hand from gripping the pistol to block Lan\u0027s attack, while moving backwards to dodge. Lan kept pressing on, pinning the short and slender opponent on to the stairs.

　　 Lan observed the gun she was trying to take over. It was a silver colored Wilson Combat M1911 with wooden grip panels, a very expensive high quality weapon. It had ten bullets at most, but the suit girl had used three already.

　　 Then, she noticed the suit girl was blushing bright red and looking very embarrassed, trying to push herself up the stairs and away from Lan. Lan looked up and down the full body of the girl, and slowly noticed the reason. Her right knee was between the suit girl\u0027s slim thighs, just touching the girl\u0027s panties under tight black leggings. Without realizing what she did, Lan pressed on with her knee more, her black stocking rubbing and brushing against the leggings with a comfortable smooth feeling.

　　 The suit girl did not feel comfortable at all from this move. She struggled to free herself, but only rubbed herself more on Lan\u0027s knee. Her suit jacket got pulled open, revealing a pink tie and a white shirt over her modest chest. She blushed even harder, about to cry out.

　　 Lan noticed the suit girl was loosing her grip on the pistol so she tried pulling down the right hand with the gun. It did not take her much effort to lower it, and put the gun between their bodies. She pulled her right hand back from fighting the girl and grabbed at the gun.

　　 Suddenly, the pistol fired. The suit girl\u0027s eyes widened in shock and pain. A small black hole appeared on her white shirt, blood coming out of it slowly.

　　 She had accidentally pulled the trigger when she was still trying to escape Lan\u0027s knee, when it was pointed at herself. She looked at her stomach wound with surprise, and released the gun.

　　 Lan pointed the gun away from both of them and took it over, then stood back up to have a better look at the suit girl\u0027s wound. She was very surprised too.

　　 The suit girl wasn\u0027t able to speak, but waved at Lan, as if telling her she doesn\u0027t need help. She held onto upper stairs and slowly pulled herself up. Then, she turned around and started walking up.

　　 Lan aimed at back of the suit girl\u0027s head and thought about ending her suffering, but decided she should save ammo.

　　 Slowly, the suit girl reached the top of the stairs holding her wounds. She leaned against a wall to steady herself, then closed her eyes and sat down. Lan came up to her face to look for signs of life, ready to twist her neck if she was still in pain, but pulse on the girl\u0027s neck went out under Lan\u0027s touch on its own.

　　 Lan heard the sound of running water coming from a large room with an open door. Holding the gun up preparing to fire on anyone inside, she approached it.

　　 \"Please come in.\"

　　 It was Miss Luo\u0027s voice, the same as what Lan knew from recordings. Not answering her, Lan carefully observed around the door before entering, gun still in front of her.

　　 Lan saw a big office space in front of her, to its side a bedroom where the sound of water came from. There was only a young tomboyish girl with short brown hair standing inside the office, wearing white martial artist clothing and fluffy leg warmers but no shoes. She looked at Lan with eagerness to fight, but waited patiently.

　　 Miss Luo was in the bedroom, taking off a black skirt, and there was nothing else on her beside a pair of clear stockings. She slowly walked out of the room, kept undressing herself in front of Lan, making Lan feel embarassed for the first time in the day after so much fighting and killing in intimate ways. Lan blinked and felt herself blush. Miss Luo had a beautiful body shape. Large firm natural breasts, spotless pale skin, and long dark hair. Her expression was always gentle, but Lan knew nobody at Bai Bi could trust this woman.

　　 \"You\u0027re a Petal. The Black Hands, the Innocent Girls agent, the American, they all failed to stop you. Even my mechanic and my poor secretary Marina failed.\"

　　 Lan tried hard to only look Miss Luo in the face.

　　 \"Please come with me. We don\u0027t want any more bloodshed, Miss Bai Meihua is still willing to work with you in Japan if you can leave the past between our organizations behind.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m so flattered, yes, I know her thoughts. But what about the rest of the company directors?\"

　　 Lan didn\u0027t know what to answer.

　　 The water was shut off. A maid came out of the bedroom behind Miss Luo, who handed the stockings to her. The maid took them then put them into a laundry basket. If the jogger told the truth, it was everyone left alive in the manor here.

　　 \"Hana, please go outside and help Marina here. She deserves to take a rest.\"

　　 The maid Hana nodded and went out of the room, paying no attention to Lan. Soon, she came back gently holding the dead suit girl Marina in her arms, in a respectful but emotionally detached way. Marina was fully limp, her head arched back facing Lan as Hana walked by.

　　 \"Please let Anko here be your company while I take a bath.\"

　　 Anko bowed to Lan, then posed ready to fight. Lan put her gun down on the office desk and took a step back, also readying herself to fight.

　　 It had been several hours since Lan first started this mission, since she started watching the jogging guard. Fighting six opponents one by one with only her sword and melee skills was very exhausting, she thought Miss Luo and Anko must know that too. One wrong move, she could die in this fight.

　　 Anko was strong for her size, about the same height as Lan but her legs, fully bare except the fluffy leg warmers, were thicker and more muscular. She also had some tan on her skin, but not as dark as the first guard or the wrestler. She looked a little younger than Lan, short loose hair dyed brown giving her a energetic feel.

　　 Lan felt Anko was a good fighter, a hard opponent even if they both have full stamina. In a few moves, Lan saw her show experience from karate, taekwondo and judo, almost matching Petal training.

　　 The office they were fighting in seemed much smaller once Anko started pressing Lan into corners with her attacks. Many of her moves were preparations for holding and throwing, as Lan could easily see, this knowledge made her keep running away from this girl in white. Lan\u0027s red high heeled shoes gave her more friction to stand steady on the floor carpet, but Anko was faster running barefoot.

　　 Lan finally found an opening to reach out for a right punch at Anko\u0027s chin, but just before her fist moved half way between them, Anko made a quick turn and went to grab at Lan\u0027s forearm. Lan pulled back at the last second, just as she could stand still and catch her breath, Anko started a sweeping kick in at Lan\u0027s bottom. Lan only got away by a very little distance.

　　 Lan noticed Anko was trying to force her to use all her remaining strength. She decided to take a risk and block a hit once, to break up Anko\u0027s rythm of attacking.

　　 She stood still and crossed her arms in front of herself when a Anko made a straight punch. The punch was very heavy, more than Lan expected, showing her Anko\u0027s arms under the short martial artist dress were strong enough too. If Lan wanted to keep saving Chi, then she should avoid every punch from Anko. None of them tried to get the gun Lan put on the desk, it was a good fight for both of them.

　　 Miss Luo had been in her bath all the time when they fought. She did not cheer Anko on or take a look, it was like they both forgot each other. The maid, Hana, was looking at them, but she did not seem to have any interest in the fight. She only turned to them after taking off the dead secretary Marina\u0027s suit jacket and shoes then folding her hands over each other.

　　 Lan had to keep checking on the bedroom entrance in case Hana or Miss Luo would suddenly break into their fight and help Anko. Anko saw what she was looking at, she backed off briefly and turned to Hana.

　　 \"Don\u0027t worry.\"

　　 Anko was speaking to Lan more than to Hana, her voice was young and playful, maybe younger than all the other guards, while deeper than the seductive high school seifuku girl\u0027s voice. The maid closed the door.

　　 Then, Anko went back to starting a high kick at Lan\u0027s stomach.

　　 Lan stepped back to dodge, and one more step she would be pressing her back onto the wall. She jumped to her left, where she saw an opening in Anko\u0027s movement.

　　 Anko still had more energy in her. She moved right in front of Lan and punched at her face.

　　 Lan bent down to dodge, then she felt a heavy but soft strike on her exposed back, just missing her neck. She almost lost consciousness. It was Anko\u0027s bare right foot landing on Lan\u0027s back, she aimed for Lan\u0027s head but reached too far.

　　 Anko raised her leg back up and pulled away, waiting to see how well Lan took the hit. She was still able to raise her head up and accidentally catch a look at Anko\u0027s panties under her short dress, it was also pure white. Anko did not mind her look.

　　 \"Are you ready for more?\"

　　 Lan nodded and stood back up. She stepped forward and went with an open palm strike at Anko\u0027s waist.

　　 Anko dodged Lan\u0027s move easily, then grabbed her arm and turned Lan around. Next, Anko held onto Lan from behind. Lan\u0027s back fully felt softness and warmth from Anko\u0027s breasts pressing tight.

　　 Lan felt the world turn upside down. Anko had flipped her over, trying to crack her neck with a back throw.

　　 Though, Lan had expected this throwing move. She had guided Anko into making it with her strike.

　　 As Anko released her and stood straight again, Lan propped herself up with her arms and easily made herself a steady position on her arms and legs. Immediately afterwards, she jumped up and kicked with all the strength in her left leg, at the back of Anko\u0027s head.

　　 A sharp crack came from Anko\u0027s skull. She was instantly dead. The top of her body fell backwards right after the sound, and her legs bent down on their knees. She sat on her knees lifelessly for some seconds, then continued falling back. Next, her legs bounced out from under her, stretched out fully.

　　 Anko\u0027s fingers and toes kept scratching the floor and relaxing, over and over again, then suddenly stopped. Her face was frozen in wide eyed surprise since she fell, she never had the time to feel herself being killed by Lan in the way she just tried to do.

　　 The bedroom door opened and Hana came out, not surprised or disturbed at all by how the fight ended. She came up to Anko\u0027s corpse, closed the dead martial artist\u0027s eyes, then lifted her up and carried her in the same way she carried Marina. Anko was much taller and stronger than the slender Marina, but Hana did not seem to have any challenge.

　　 Hana put Anko\u0027s body next to Marina\u0027s and pulled Anko\u0027s dress off, revealing the panties Lan saw and another tube top made of bandages. The two dead girls were laid there side by side, only in their underwear.

　　 Lan wondered if all the guards\u0027 corpses need to be washed and changed into new clothing if Miss Luo wanted to send them to a funeral home without raising too much attention. Because the mission was to bring Miss Luo to Bai Meihua\u0027s hotel room as soon as possible, Lan would tell Miss Luo to wait until after the meeting before she can pay her respects.

　　 Hana came out of the bedroom and stood in front of Lan. She bowed to Lan just like Anko did, and also made a pose ready to fight.

　　 \"I will not harm Miss Luo, you can come with me to gaurantee her safety.\"

　　 Lan was even more exhausted but she was not afraid to keep fighting. However, she was afraid that if she die or if Miss Luo escape because of this fight with Hana, her mission could fail and destroy Bai Bi\u0027s progress in Japan. It seemed there are many allies the older woman could have used in attacking them back. She felt she must try to make sure Miss Luo surrenders and goes to the meeting. If the maid decides to stop her, then Lan would taek her down by force too, if necessary.

　　 Hana did not reply to Lan. They stood there watching each other carefully, not daring to make the first move.

　　 Lan thought maybe she should just hold her ground like this and wait for Miss Luo to finish taking her bath. The older woman seemed to be more willing to talk.

　　 Then, Hana leaped forwards ready to make punches at Lan. She saw Lan\u0027s sight leave her and scan around the bedroom door.

　　 Lan dodged back, trying to defend herself with punches too. As her left fist was about to contact with Hana\u0027s right fist, Hana changed to a holding move pose and grabbed Lan\u0027s extended arm tight.

　　 Lan realized she had became too slow and Hana was able to see her actions ahead.

　　 Hana pulled Lan\u0027s left arm downwards and kneed her in the elbow, almost breaking it. Lan tried hard to not scream. She couldn\u0027t stay to fight much longer.

　　 Lan\u0027s free right hand punched at Hana\u0027s small chest, Hana did not dodge but guided Lan\u0027s left arm held in her hands to push it out of the way. She was very strong, Lan already knew from the way Hana carried the other two dead bodyguards, and now she showed her self to be also very fast. Maybe, Hana was a even better fighter than Anko, they both seemed to be holding back for a fair fight, not going for the pistol or trying to grab Lan\u0027s long hair braids. Lan appreciated it and decided to not pull at Hana\u0027s long ponytail either.

　　 However, Lan was not completely matched by Hana yet. She had lifted and drawn her left knee back at the same time Hana pulled her left arm. She kicked with all her strength, her strong shin making impact on the side of Hana\u0027s slender body.

　　 Hana shouted in pain and let Lan\u0027s arm go. She backed away, just in time to avoid a kick aimed at her stomach from the right. She still had enough attention to sense what Lan was trying to do next.

　　 Lan pulled back too. She thought, maybe if she can have enough distance between, she could make a rush faster than Hana could intercept. She had to choose a killing move carefully, it would be too dangerouse to leave Hana alive even after after defeat.

　　 Lan knelt down to prepare for a leap. If she go straight and catch Hana in surprise, she could kick Hana in the neck and kill her instantly. If Hana dodged, she could still spin around and kick the maid in the side of her head.

　　 She went forward, jumping up as Hana was about to fully recover. She exposed the underside of her minidress to Hana in the leap, her high cut panties easy to see. Lan didn\u0027t mind, not because Hana was going to die from this hit, but because Lan was very polite.

　　 Hana stood straight and braced Lan\u0027s kick with her hands crossed in front of her, then brought her hands down forcing Lan to come down too. Next, Hana pulled her hands back and raised her left knee, hitting Lan straight in the stomach.

　　 Lan went back to kneeling on the ground, coughing. She felt her Chi armor take a big hit, and would run out soon if she take more. Her muscle strength was also about to be depleted. She stayed there gasping, far from ready to continue the fight.

　　 The maid walked up in front of Lan and put a hand on her throat. The other hand went for the back of Lan\u0027s head. She lifted Lan\u0027s face.

　　 \"Please forgive me. Do you have any last words?\"

　　 Lan heard Hana speak for the first time, her voice was very light and gentle.

　　 Lan smiled and pushed both her hands forward, onto Hana\u0027s body, sending all the Chi she had left into the maid\u0027s breasts.

　　 Hana immediately released Lan and stumbled back, sitting on the floor coughing after a few steps, holding her own throat. She struggled to get up. The Chi Palm had less than half strength, not enough to stop Hana\u0027s heart or leave much damage, but it was good enough for Lan.

　　 Lan rushed to the desk and picked up Marina\u0027s pistol she left there, and fired at the right side of Hana\u0027s body. She still needed to end the fight, no matter in what way.

　　 The bullet entered between Hana\u0027s ribs, then rolled through her lungs and heart, still having enough energy to leave her body from the left. Hana fell on her side, arms raised above her head, a small puddle of blood appearing under her immediately. Her eyes blinked in shock then closed.

　　 The bedroom door on the other side of the office opened.

　　 Miss Luo came out of the bath and started wiping herself dry with a towel, from spotless pale body to smooth waist length black hair. She gave the two dead girls on her bedroom carpet a long look, sad but not surprised at Anko\u0027s failure to stop Lan. She also saw Hana fallen on her side, dead in the office, but she did not say anything either.

　　 Lan noticed the older woman had a very resigned expression. Miss Luo was known to be a good fighter and spy in the past, so Lan kept the gun lowered but ready.

　　 \"I am very sorry for what had happened.\"

　　 Lan said, looking at Miss Luo in her eyes. She was not very used to expressing emotions in front of people. As a Petal member, she can act in the ways Bai Bi Industries\u0027 clients wanted from her, and she was free to express herself to Hui, but she knew she was not good at communication.

　　 She did not really know what to say to Miss Luo, because when clients and workers die on failed protection missions, it was the people in Bai Bi\u0027s relations department contacting their family. When Petals die on these missions their surviving team mates would receive more rest time and psychotherapy in their training, but they will also be isolated from other Petals until they were real for new missions. Bai Bi had always retrieved Petals\u0027 bodies from missions when possible, because they needed to stop information of the Petal unit from leakin, and all research what had been the reason for the Petals\u0027 failure and death. The stories and images of these girls\u0027 last fights would be used to teach better combat skills and encourage a stronger bond. Lan knew back in China there was a special facility not far from the headquarters training center all the Petals lived, a dead body storage base she had guarded and helped some researches there. All the Petals thought of it as only another piece of company property, important for the business and security of regular employees, not different in any way from an office or factory.

　　 \"Please give me some time to dress up.\"

　　 Miss Luo said to Lan, who just nodded. She went to the dressing table in her room, still naked, and started putting on jewelry. She put on a gold bracelet on her right wrist, a chain on her upper left arm, and a half gold half silver anklet on her right foot.

　　 Lan felt like Miss Luo was putting on a teasing show just for her. She tried to look away but her sight kept following the pieces of jewelry Miss Luo held in her hands.

　　 After putting on a silver and sapphire necklace in the end, Miss Luo came around and knelt down by her dead secretary and bodyguard. She kissed both of the girls slowly, giving Anko\u0027s muscular abs a light rub, then stood up to face Lan again with a seductive grin.

　　 \"We are not in a hurry. I will have them send a car over when you are ready to meet Miss Bai. Please do not try to call for reinforcements because our snipers are watching the roads. We trust you to not call the police.\"

　　 Lan said in a business like tone with no emotion.

　　 \"Hana, I don\u0027t blame you for this dirty spot. You have done very well, always better than Marina. I saw her soil her panties, even Anko pissed herself a little. You don\u0027t need to clean up for them anymore this time.\"

　　 Miss Luo did not reply, but knelt down again and laid her maid\u0027s corpse flat on the office floor, while avoiding touching the puddle of blood under Hana. She then turned to Lan.

　　 \"The directors only wanted me to meet Miss Bai alive, because they want to force her to kill me with her own hands, they want to watch her cut my head off or fill me with bullets. They don\u0027t care about my organization at all, in Hongkong or in Japan. Do you want to see it too?\"

　　 Lan stayed expressionless. She felt that she should defend the renown of her company and Bai Meihua.

　　 \"Miss Bai and her father are the kindest people in the world, do as they say and they will never allow anyone to harm you.\"

　　 The older woman walked around the office and stretched herself, walking to another dresser and picked out some make up. Lan thought the older woman was already very beautiful, too good for makeup.

　　 \"Her father isn\u0027t like what you know. Even if he wants to spare me, I don\u0027t think the directors will listen. Have you heard them say your Miss Bai was too kind and weak?\"

　　 Miss Luo spoke as she put on make up. Lan was starting to be annoyed.

　　 \"Don\u0027t think of me in the wrong way, Petal, I like you kind of people, and I like talking to you. Oh, and please tell me your name?\"

　　 \"It\u0027s Lan.\"

　　 Miss Luo smiled at her and put everything back into the dresser, then pulled out a long black tube from its bottom drawer. It seemed like a big lipstick.

　　 To Lan\u0027s surprise, Miss Luo propped herself up on the dresser and sat up on it, leaning her back against the wall. She sat with her legs half open in front of her, careless and no longer polite.

　　 She unscrewed the lipstick open and pressed it on her lips.

　　 \"Good bye, Lan.\"

　　 Miss Luo put the tip of the lipstick into her wide open mouth and pressed a button on its back end.

　　 A loud bang came out from the tip, while a brief flash of light appeared in her mouth. Then, a second bang lower in tone and a disgusting wet splash came after it. Behind her head and beautiful long hair, on the light purple wallpaper, a splash of red and white suddenly appeared, with a small black hole in the middle.

　　 The lipstick had a hidden gun inside. It now fell onto her lap, still held tight in her right hand. Her legs had first kicked and sprung straight forward at the gunshot then closed in front of her, making her sitting pose on the dresser almost polite and conservative again.

　　 Miss Luo\u0027s face was fully relaxed and relieved after the gunshot. Her eyes opened wide, rolled upwards from the impact but still appeared calm, even calming. Her head rested lifelessly on her right shoulder, tongue hanging out and drooling, slightly leaning forward and exposing the small exit wound from the bullet. As she had chosen, her death was painless, seductive, and as clean as possible.

　　 Lan sighed and sat down at Miss Luo\u0027s desk. She had to call Bai Meihua and report the mission had just failed.

　　 In less than half an hour, Bai Bi Industries\u0027 cleanup team was at the mansion entrance. Disguised as a delivery service, men picked the lock and went in silently carrying empty body bags for Lan\u0027s kills. Soon they filled the body bags and left just as silently, paid generously and watched by Petals to never expose their work.

　　 Lan stayed behind, because to her even bigger surprise, the cleanup team told her Bai Meihua was coming to her in person. After everyone else alive and dead was gone, the founder and guardian of the Petal unit entered Miss Luo\u0027s bloodstained office. She was wearing her trade mark white dress, longer and more elegant than Lan\u0027s uniform minidress, while clearly in the same design pattern. It was always her sigh of leadership and solidarity to the Petals.

　　 Before Lan could apologize, Bai Meihua wrapped her arms around her and held her tight, warming her up after an exhausting morning full of action.

　　 \"Miss Bai...\"

　　 \"It was my fault, Lan. I didn\u0027t know she had help from local gangs and they were preparing for war. I shouldn\u0027t have let them send you here alone. You did wonderful, I knew what she was like, but I hoped she would change.\"

　　 Lan felt she was about to cry, but it was tears of joy.

　　 \"Hold me for as long as you like, Lan, we will take everything on together.\"