Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 336 – Asset Transfer

The sky was still a dull gray, and the fog over Border Dragon City had yet to dissipate.

Lin Fan woke up from the two-meter-wide bed and stretched lazily.

The Dragon Clan’s physical constitution was truly formidable—after a full day of exertion yesterday, a single night’s sleep had him back at full strength.

“Young Mistress, you’re awake.”

Yui, who had been kneeling quietly by the bedside, sensed the movement immediately and deftly brought over warm water and a towel.

After washing up, Lin Fan stood before the massive floor-length mirror, gazing at the graceful, unclothed figure reflected within, and snapped her fingers.

“Yui, time to work.”

Lin Fan spread her arms wide. “Get me an outfit. The princess is about to take over the City Lord’s mansion—I need to dress the part.”

Yui understood at once.

A strange light flickered in her eyes, and her Mental Strength instantly enveloped Lin Fan.

For someone possessing the Special Ability of Reality Rewrite, making clothes required no needle or thread—only imagination.

“Young Mistress’s current identity is a filial daughter who has just lost her father, yet at the same time, she is the City Lord about to assume power, so…”

Yui murmured softly as she activated her ability.

Dust and particles in the air began to fracture and recombine at the molecular level.

The sensation was peculiar—countless tiny substances wove rapidly across her body.

In just a few seconds.

Her bare form vanished, replaced by an exquisitely crafted, sharply tailored black gown.

This black was not ordinary pure black—it carried a matte texture, as if absorbing all light.

A high standing collar concealed her slender neck, exuding an air of austere authority.

The cinched waist accentuated her breathtaking waist-to-hip ratio to perfection, while the extremely long skirt trailed along the ground like a blooming black lotus.

The most brilliant touch was the subtle detail Yui had added to the slit of the skirt.

Whenever Lin Fan moved, those long legs sheathed in black stockings and heels would flash tantalizingly in and out of view, adding a hint of deadly allure to her imposing presence.

“Perfect.”

Lin Fan spun around before the mirror, thoroughly pleased.

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“If anyone ever marries you, they’d save a fortune on clothes,” Lin Fan couldn’t resist teasing.

Yui blushed, lowered her head, and murmured softly, “Yui belongs only to Young Mistress.”

…

In the slums, at a hidden passageway leading straight to the underground black market.

Several cargo carriages that looked ordinary but were secretly specially modified had long been waiting there.

The Ratman Jiji rubbed his hands together, sweating profusely despite the cold, his two thin mustache strands nearly pulled bald from his anxious tugging.

When he saw the girl in the black dress approaching with her aura in full force, Jiji’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

“Your… Your Highness… this job… it’s too intense.”

Jiji pointed at the carriages with a tearful voice.

Who could have imagined it!

He, Jiji, was just a small-time merchant dealing in contraband, and today he was tasked with transporting this group of living ancestors!

Especially since one of them was the unconscious former City Lord.

If anything went wrong along the way, the consequences were something he didn’t dare imagine.

“What’s there to fear?”

Lin Fan walked over and patted Jiji’s trembling shoulder. “Great fortune comes with great risk. Make it safely to Azurewood City with everyone delivered, and from now on, any underground business in territories I control—you’ll have the final say.”

Jiji’s tiny bean-like eyes instantly lit up.

His original fear, in the face of such enormous profit, rapidly transformed into the fervor of a desperado.

“Done deal! With Your Highness’s word, I’ll brave mountains of blades and seas of fire!”

Lin Fan turned and looked at a burly man standing beside the carriage.

That was Long Yi in human form.

Even with his aura suppressed, those muscles that seemed ready to burst and that fierce, bandit-like air still made it hard to look directly at him.

“Uncle, safe travels.” Lin Fan’s tone was casual.

Long Yi grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth: “Don’t worry, girl. If we run into anyone who doesn’t know their place, they’ll make a nice snack for me. As for you… staying alone in this dragon’s den, that takes guts. You take after me!”

He genuinely admired this niece of his.

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She had brains, she had methods, she was ruthless enough, and she played dirty.

Far better than that sister of his who could only cry and wail back in the day.

“Brother Long Yan.” Lin Fan’s gaze swept toward the last carriage.

Long Yan had already changed into an unremarkable gray robe.

“Take care.”

Long Yan gave Lin Fan a long, deep look. A thousand words, ten thousand thoughts, all condensed into those two words.

He knew why Lin Fan was staying behind.

It wasn’t just to clean things up—it was to buy them time.

“Alright, don’t make this into some tearful farewell.”

Lin Fan waved her hand, looking thoroughly impatient. “Get out of here. When you get there, don’t forget to make sure my cheap father actually rests and recovers. Wake me the moment he does.”

“Move out!”

Long Yi didn’t waste another word. He jumped onto the first carriage.

Under the cover of the morning mist, the convoy slipped silently into the hidden passage.

Watching the convoy disappear into the darkness, the expression on Lin Fan’s face instantly retracted.

The casualness was gone, replaced by an absolute coldness and control.

“Jiji.”

“At your service!” Jiji hadn’t left yet—he was staying behind to await orders.

“Starting today, activate every channel you have under your command.”

Lin Fan stared at the pitch-black tunnel entrance, her voice so calm it sent chills down the spine. “I want the city lord’s treasury, Border Dragon City’s tax revenue, and every resource that can be liquidated—moved in batches, bit by bit, like ants migrating, all the way to Azurewood City.”

“Remember, all of it.”

“I want this place turned into an empty city before the Council of Elders even realizes what’s happening.”

Jiji’s scalp went numb just listening.

She was planning to grab the money and run! And not just pocket change—the entire city’s wealth!

This method… too dirty! Too ruthless!

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Too exciting!

“At your command, Your Highness!”

…

After seeing off those few rebellious souls, she took Yui on a leisurely stroll through the garden. Only when the sun was high in the sky did she return to the study.

“Go, summon Long Yan.”

Long Yan.

He was one of the old hands who had followed her before she went to Sakura Island—one of the sharper ones among the Collateral Dragonkin.

Before long, a burly middle-aged man in the armor of the city guard commander strode in quickly.

The moment he entered, without any hesitation, he dropped to one knee with the weight of a collapsing mountain.

“Your subordinate Long Yan, paying respects to the Princess!”

Lin Fan sat behind the wide desk that had once belonged to Long Teng, idly toying with the seal that symbolized the city lord’s authority.

She didn’t speak immediately. She simply watched Long Yan in silence.

The air in the study seemed to freeze solid.

Long Yan kept his head lowered, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

Though the person before him was a junior—barely even of age—the pressure of an overlord radiating from the depths of her soul made him feel like he wasn’t facing a young woman, but a monstrous beast wearing human skin.

“Commander Long Yan.”

After a long moment, Lin Fan finally spoke slowly, her voice soft yet carrying an unmistakable chill of authority.

“How many city guards do we have now?”

Long Yan shuddered and quickly replied, “Reporting to Your Highness, excluding those deployed outside and casualties, we currently have three thousand elite soldiers on the rolls, plus eight thousand auxiliary troops.”

“Very well.”

Lin Fan nodded and tossed the great seal onto the table with a dull thud.

“From this moment on, all three thousand elite soldiers are to be redeployed to a five-kilometer radius around the City Lord’s mansion.”

“Additionally, issue a city-wide announcement.”

Lin Fan stood up and walked to the window, turning her back to Long Yan.

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Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a long shadow across her black gown that completely enveloped Long Yan.

“Say this… my father, Long Teng, in yesterday’s battle to suppress an eighth-rank Demonic Dragon, led from the front and unfortunately fell victim to the Demonic Dragon’s desperate final counterattack.”

“Though he succeeded in slaying the Demonic Dragon and ridding the people of this menace, he himself suffered irreversible severe injuries, and despite all rescue efforts…”

Lin Fan paused, her voice carrying a timely hint of choked emotion before quickly turning resolute once more.

“He passed away today.”

Boom!

Those five words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Long Yan’s mind ringing.

The City Lord… dead?

Wasn’t he just wounded yesterday?

As an elder of the Collateral Dragonkin, Long Yan was no fool.

An eighth-rank Demonic Dragon?

How could a monster of that level possibly be slain single-handedly by a City Lord at the peak of the seventh rank?

And Third Elder Long Jingtian had also disappeared…

There was absolutely a monumental secret hidden in all this!

But he dared not ask, nor even dare to speculate.

He only knew that in Border Dragon City, the tides had turned.

The little princess who once only knew how to cling to the City Lord and act spoiled had now bared her fangs.

“What’s the matter? Commander Long Yan has doubts?”

Lin Fan turned around, her golden Vertical pupils narrowing slightly as a terrifying aura of mid-seventh-rank power was released without reservation, pressing down heavily on Long Yan.

Long Yan felt his breath catch, his heart as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.

He slammed his forehead against the ground, his voice hoarse yet resolute.

“Your subordinate… obeys!”

“The City Lord fought to his death protecting Border Dragon City—truly a model for us all! Your subordinate swears lifelong loyalty to Your Highness… no, swears lifelong loyalty to City Lord Long Wu!”