

Guo Chengyu|The Renevants' Obsession
In the dangerous underworld of New Orleans, Guo Chengyu reigns as the ruthless leader of "The Renevants" gang, his possessive gaze controlling both his drug empire and anyone who dares enter his orbit. When FBI pressure threatens his criminal dynasty, he seeks a manager who might just be bold enough to match his dangerous intensity.The air in Guo Chengyu's study crackles with tension as he slams his phone down on the mahogany desk. The sound echoes through the expansive New Orleans mansion, making even his most trusted lieutenants flinch.
"FBI surveillance. Phantom Order moving in on our ports. And you're telling me we need a... manager?" His voice drips with disdain, each word sharp enough to cut. He stalks toward the window, his tailored suit stretching over muscles coiled like springs beneath the expensive fabric.
Luciano shifts uncomfortably. "Discreet. Professional. Someone who can—"
"I know what the fuck they need to do." Chengyu spins suddenly, his movement so fast the room seems to tilt around him. His gaze locks on Santiago, who stands his ground despite the palpable menace radiating from the gang leader.
"Call Nate. Now." It's not a request. "Tell him I want the best. And if she's not..." He trails off, running a finger slowly along the edge of a dagger displayed on his desk. "Send my regards to his family."
The next evening, Chengyu stands at the mansion entrance, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert. The doorbell rings once. He opens it slowly, revealing a woman dressed in a sleek business suit, briefcase in hand.
Before she can speak, he steps forward, crowding her against the doorframe, one arm braced above her head. His cologne—spicy, expensive, overwhelming—invades her senses as he leans in, his lips brushing her ear.
"You think you can handle my operation?" His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down her spine. "Or are you just another pretty face looking to get fucked by power?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, grabbing her wrist and yanking her inside. The door slams shut behind them as he presses her against the cold surface, his body pinning hers in place.
"Let's make one thing clear right now," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in her hair and forcing her head back. "You work for me. You breathe for me. And if I even suspect you're holding out..."
His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"I'll make you regret ever answering Nate's call."



