Part 2: Forced Kiss
The corridor on the second floor of the five-star hotel stretched straight and shiny like a mirror under the luxurious yellow lights. There was not a soul in sight, only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the feeling of silence like a stage waiting for an actor to enter.
A tall figure in a black suit, both elegant and dangerous. The mask covering his eyes made him even more mysterious – A cold gaze, like a blade flashing in the light. He bent down slightly, one knee touching the floor, intending to tie his shoelaces.
But just then…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sound of high heels echoed at the end of the hallway, like an urgent song cut by fate into his moment.
A girl rushed to…
Her figure was slender and supple, as if she had just stepped out of a fashion show, but was… running chaotically in high heels with straps around her ankles. The evening gown hugged her body, sparkling with each step, making her both proud and… struggling in an indescribable way.
Her face was strangely calm, but behind that mask, her eyes were shining with alertness. Her actions were hurried, but her demeanor was like that of someone attending a luxurious party—clearly the “calm in a panic” type of person.
Behind her, the silhouettes of several tall bodyguards with walkie-talkies in their ears scanned the hallway.
The light reflected off their suits, making the whole scene look like a manhunt.
The girl saw him sitting there tying his shoelaces and didn’t hesitate. One step, two steps… then she rushed towards him as if he was… her only way out.
Before he could understand what was happening, she grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and — pushed him into the corner.
Not a word.
Not a look of acknowledgement.
Just a sharp breath against his face.
And right after that —
…She kissed him…
A kiss so hasty, so strong, so sincere that it made him forget for a moment that he was always someone who liked to stay out of all the chaos.
He didn’t push away.
He didn’t frown.
He didn’t react with his murderous instincts.
Instead… he paused slightly.
Then his strong hands automatically placed themselves on the girl’s slender waist — an instinctive action, but surprisingly soft, for someone who was considered a “cold ghost”.
In that moment, in the quiet hallway, two pairs of lips entwined, two breaths seemed to blend into one, his eyes under the mask flashed… a rare ray of gentleness.
The guards who had just arrived stopped in their tracks.
They caught a glimpse of a couple who were passionately kissing.
One of them coughed lightly, pretending to be polite, then quickly walked past as if it was none of their business.
Before he could fully enjoy the feeling of his heart skipping a beat, the girl… opened her eyes, pushed him away, let out a soft breath as if relieved of a burden, then turned and left.
Say nothing.
Don’t look back.
Only the rustling of evening dresses and the struggling sound of high heels continued to ring out.
After a few steps, she suddenly turned around, bowed her head low as an awkward apology, then hurriedly ran until her figure disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor.
He was still standing there.
Unmoving…right where he had just been kissed.
Something that had never happened to him in his entire murderous life.
The corners of his lips curved up slightly, revealing a rare smile that even he himself found strange.
He muttered, his voice very small, enough for only he to hear:
“Not used to wearing high heels?”
Then he turned away, his tall figure gradually blending into the luxurious golden light of the hallway, leaving behind a mystery:
Why did he appear at the gala tonight?
No one knew.
But perhaps…
Even he didn’t expect that the answer would begin with a chaotic but beautiful kiss.
6 hours ago…
At the City Police Department, the special conference room on the 2nd floor was brightly lit, the atmosphere was tense like a string about to snap.
On the podium, Duong Nghi – a police chief with more than thirty years of experience, was standing straight, pointing at the projection screen, his voice loud but full of confidence.
On the screen were a diagram of the party, a map of the hotel, a list of targets, and dozens of related data.
Inside, the entire crime squad sat at attention, their faces filled with concentration… and sweat.
“The party took place at 7pm at the Hoang Kim Hotel, 5-star, luxurious, expensive and… hard to compensate.”
Duong Nghi deliberately emphasized the last word, causing several young officers to tremble slightly.
He continued:
“Information from inside sources: Tonight, a high-ranking figure from the largest financial group in Southeast Asia, the Shipping Corporation, will appear. There is a high possibility that a huge deal will be made to circumvent the law there.”
The sound of pens scribbling echoed. A few people murmured.
Duong Nghi looked at the whole team:
“Outside, patrol cars are waiting. Inside, we will have people infiltrate the party. The list includes—”
The first name he read was:
“My Na Street.”
The whole room shivered as if a cold wind had blown through.
Even her father, Mr. Duong Nghi, was sweating.
He glanced at his daughter — the youngest crime-fighting captain, a genius in solving cases, full of passion, good at fighting, but… also famous for her “side achievements”.
Duong Nghi looked at his daughter, his voice serious but pleading:
“At a party, don’t stand out.
Don’t attract attention.
Don’t do anything outrageous.
Stay calm, observe, and collect evidence.”
The whole team sitting below nodded in unison like chickens pecking at rice, everyone strongly agreeing. One officer even muttered:
“Hopefully the hotel will survive the mission.”
Duong Nghi exhaled, thinking that the hardest part was over.
But not yet…
Because just as he was about to declare the meeting over…
“So what should I wear to go in there?”
My Na’s voice rang out from the corner of the table.
She was… tilting her head back to look at the ceiling, her eyes seemed to be analyzing the crack that looked like a cat lying on its back.
The entire conference room froze.
The person who had just reached to collect his laptop stopped mid-sentence.
A young officer even choked on water because he had just taken a sip at the right time.
Duong Nghi stood still for 5 seconds.
Then his face changed from surprise → helplessness → despair → finally… resignation.
My Na asked again, very seriously:
“In uniform? Or tactical gear? Or… bulletproof vest?”
The whole room seemed to scream:
ARE NOT!!!
But no one dared to say anything.
They just secretly looked at each other, secretly looked at Duong Nghi, secretly swallowed their saliva.
Duong Nghi closed his eyes for 3 seconds, then opened them with the expression of someone who had just accepted the irony of life.
He spoke in a voice so calm that everyone was surprised:
“…Then go Rent.”
The whole meeting room:
“……???”
The meeting ended in an atmosphere of both seriousness and… confusion and fear for the fate of the hotel’s interior.
3 hours later…
The special conference room of the Police Department was lit up once again. But this time, the atmosphere was no longer as tense as during the meeting, but more like… a secret fashion shop for a group of curious police officers.
In the middle of the table was a large box.
Inside:
A luxurious white evening gown, hugging the perfect curves.
A pair of high heels with straps around the ankle, beautiful and gorgeous but… just looking at them you can tell they are not easy to walk in.
A pile of shiny fake jewelry (at first glance it looks like real brand name).
Mr. Duong Nghi stood with his arms crossed, looking at the suit as if he were evaluating heavy weapons.
The entire police team gathered in a circle, their eyes shining like flashlights.
They were excited, eager, and almost couldn’t believe that their captain was about to try on this dress.
After a few minutes, the dressing room door opened.
My Na stepped out.
And the whole room… froze.
The officers had seen her storm into criminal dens, had seen her kick doors down like they were breaking walls, had seen her drive her car into a smuggling den…
But they had never, truly never, seen her “like this”.
The light reflected on her dress made every line of her body stand out in a soft and attractive way.
Her white skin, sharp eyes, her hair neatly tied up, a few strands falling down, creating a strangely gentle look.
Even though her jewelry was fake, it still shone brightly on her.
Except for one thing:
Her gait was slightly… limping.
It was as if every step was a negotiation between her and her rebellious high heels.
The entire conference room, including the tall, strong young men with many years of combat experience — all opened their mouths in unison.
An officer whispered:
“Could it be that I got the wrong person…? Is this the captain?”
Another person nodded vigorously:
“So much like a celebrity… it’s hard to believe.”
Meanwhile, Mr. Duong Nghi looked at his daughter from head to toe, his eyes filled with mixed emotions:
20% pride
50% worry
30% fear… compensation bills.
He coughed softly and said in a solemn but very “internal” voice:
“This dress… isn’t cheap.
If it gets damaged, torn, burned, ripped, stained, or… deformed during the mission, then…”
He pointed at the whole team with a serious look:
“…you pay for it out of your own pocket. Not from the budget.”
The whole police team immediately buzzed like a swarm of bees.
“Boss! The boss’s daughter…no!…the captain is very strong!”
“Last time she fought, three bulletproof vests were torn!”
“This dress looks so thin… it probably won’t last the mission!”
No one dared to speak loudly, but clearly all eyes were on the high heels that were threatening My Na’s balance.
A policewoman assigned to do makeup was fixing her hair, whispering as she did so:
“Captain, you’re beautiful, but… can you walk?”
My Na pursed her lips very defiantly:
“Okay. I’m a police officer. High heels are just… shoes.”
Immediately — clang!
She almost tripped.
The policewoman grabbed her arm in panic:
“Calm down! Don’t break your legs before catching the criminal!”
Mr. Duong Nghi pressed his forehead:
“You two… keep the dress first.”
The whole room was tense because of the mission, and scared because of the dress… but also couldn’t hide their surprise:
Captain Mei Na — who was considered the nightmare of criminals — today transformed into a beautiful lady to the point that the whole team couldn’t recognize her.
No one knew that a few hours later, she — in this outfit — would be running around the hotel hallway… and forcing a kiss on a man the police had no record of.
6 pm…
The Golden Hotel was shining brightly like a palace in the heart of the city, in front of the gate was a long line of luxury cars: Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Mercedes Maybach, and countless shiny supercars as if they were on display at a private exhibition of the upper class.
A row of bodyguards in black suits stood at the gate, strictly checking the invitations. The atmosphere was filled with the luxury and tension of a powerful party.
A luxurious black BMW rolled up, the door opened and My Na stepped out.
The car was borrowed by Mr. Nghi using his personal prestige — and he even repeatedly warned:
“Don’t scratch the side of the car, I still owe you a big favor.”
Even though she was alone, the moment she stepped out, the lights from the lobby shone down, causing the entire party to stop for a few seconds.
Today, My Na did not carry the air of a murderous police captain.
She carried the beauty of a noble lady — haughty, cold, mysterious, and unpredictable.
Her skin was so white and smooth that the golden light from the hotel lights reflected off her, making her glow slightly.
Her face was sharp but soft, her eyes were large and deep black, her eyelashes were curled, her lips were a light red as if a slight smile would stir the whole room.
Her evening gown hugged her figure, highlighting her slim waist and elegant posture.
Only…
…the strappy high heels made her walk a little stiff — but no one noticed, because her demeanor was so perfect.
People in the hall began to turn to look.
There were whispers of admiration:
“Who is she?”
“Which family is she from?”
“So beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off her… must be a VIP customer?”
Admiring eyes.
Curious eyes.
Probing eyes.
But most special was another look — a cold, deep, mysterious look as if it was evaluating… and recognizing something in her.
She didn’t look back.
She walked like the wind.
Every move exuded the confidence of someone who knew what she was doing.
My Na chose a table in the corner of the hall.
Sitting down, she leisurely raised her glass of water, acting like a young lady coming here to attend a party.
But the sharp eyes of a policeman were working at full capacity:
The table was covered with a white tablecloth and the crystal glasses were shining.
The guests’ suits and dresses are all of the most luxurious brands.
Gait, gestures, level of wealth — she took it all in, analyzing each person.
Suddenly, she noticed two groups of people not far away.
A man seemed to be at the center of the conversation:
tall, thin, with a cold expression.
His dark blue suit fitted well, and a silver earring on his left ear gave him a dangerously carefree air.
His demeanor was quiet, but his every gesture was commanding.
Following him was a group of bodyguards in suits, with walkie-talkies in their ears — just like the description in the insider’s file.
The two groups whispered to each other, their faces serious and calculating.
My Na looked at the lip movements and read a few words:
“Deal.”
“Now…”
“Upstairs.”
Without hesitation, she picked up the glass to cover her face, still keeping a sneaky watch.
When the two groups started moving towards the stairs leading to the upper floor, she put down the glass and stood up.
“Upstairs? In a private room? Something is definitely fishy.”
My Na kept a safe distance and followed them upstairs.
The hallway was quiet, the carpet was so thick that footsteps did not make a sound.
The other two groups entered a large room, so luxurious that the door was inlaid with dull gold.
The door closed.
My Na immediately stepped closer, leaned over, and pressed her ear to the door.
From inside, a man’s voice rang out—in Spanish.
The content was unclear, but their voices were tense, their rhythm quick, and it was obvious they were discussing something important.
She clenched her fists, her heart pounding as the clue was getting closer.
But…
A police officer’s reflexes made her jump up as soon as she felt the light flickering in the corner of the wall.
She glanced over—a silhouette reflected on the carpet.
Then two… three more.
The guards are coming.
They walked quickly, their eyes scanning the hallway.
They just caught a glimpse of her evening gown before she turned the corner and walked away like the wind.
One frowned:
“…There’s someone.”
“Go check.”
And they immediately went in the direction she had just run.
The strappy high heels turned out to be her biggest betrayal today.
Whether it was pressure or bad luck, each step she took made a loud “clack clack” sound that made her want to curse her uncomfortable shoes.
While her heart was pounding, My Na thought:
“Oh no… what did dad say? Oh right… Don’t break things…
…but if you get caught, you won’t be able to worry about your dress!”
And so, the first chase of the night begins…
(next is the opening scene of the series…continued)
She returned to the table from earlier, the banquet space was more crowded, the yellow lights reflected off the wine glasses and the glass tabletop making everything look more luxurious. When she sat down, a few ladies at the table turned to look. My Na smiled politely, bowing properly – the familiar calm demeanor of a policewoman was still there, except today it was hidden behind the flashy layer of evening gown.
She gently pulled her feet under the table, wincing slightly at the discomfort of the high heels. Without anyone noticing, she gently reached down, untied each of the thin laces, and deftly pulled out the two shoes. Her two feet were white and slender, with long, slender toes, and her toenails were painted a soft, light pink, appearing under the light — making her look even softer and more feminine than usual. The feeling of being freed from the shoes made her breathe a sigh of relief.
For a moment, unconsciously, her hand touched her lips. There was still a trace of that moment…at that time. The kiss was unexpected. Strange. Full of emotions that she couldn’t describe.
She lowered her eyes slightly.
“Why did I…touch my lips like that?
A first kiss — with a stranger, no name, no relationship, only met for a moment.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She pushed the thought aside, trying to maintain her professional composure.
She opened her small bag and took out her phone. The light from the screen reflected off her smooth, powdered cheekbones. She quickly typed a few lines of text, obviously informing someone on the team, or perhaps Mr. Nghi, of the current situation.
“Team 8 is in position. Safe for now.”
She pressed send.
Then she put the phone down on the table, gently and calmly, but deep in her eyes, there was still a wavering feeling that she didn’t want to admit.
BOOM!
…and BAM! A thunderous sound echoed through the bustling hall.
My Na startled and turned her head back — and the scene before her eyes made the whole hall scream in unison.
From the grand staircase leading to the second floor, two bodyguards were kicked down like two punching bags, their bodies spinning and hitting the marble floor with a cold cracking sound. The guests backed away in panic, their evening gowns flying everywhere.
The tall, thin man—the one she was following—crashed down the stairs, falling flat on his face, his hands on the railing for balance. He turned his head repeatedly, his face pale.
And then…He appeared.
From the upper floor, a figure broke through the wooden railing and jumped down like a darting arrow. The party lights shone on his tall, sturdy body, his eyes were cold and sharp as knives. When he landed, the stone floor cracked into a small circle.
As soon as he touched the ground, a group of more than 20 bodyguards rushed out and rushed forward.
He leaned to avoid the first punch, grabbed his opponent’s wrist, spun around — Boom! — the bodyguard was slammed into the wine display table, glasses shattered.
Several others rushed in from both sides.
He spun his leg, kicked in an arc — Bam! — and all three of them were swept to the floor.
One man grabbed him from behind with a powerful arm. He ducked, jerked forward, and slammed his opponent’s head into the edge of the table. Blood spattered the white tablecloth.
Furniture overturned, tables and chairs thrown, screams chaotic.
My Na stood up, her instincts as an elite police officer flared up strongly.
She reached up and tore the skirt below her knees, creating a short skirt that was easier to move in. She threw her shoes aside, her bare feet touched the cold stone floor—and then, like a bolt of lightning, she was on her feet.
She – he – and the bodyguards: a three-way war broke out…
A bodyguard was about to rush at him when My Na jumped, turned around and kicked him straight in the face. The guard somersaulted, hit the decorative pillar and fell down.
He paused for a moment. The eyes under the mask flashed…
He recognized her.
Even though both of them had their faces covered, he still remembered clearly — the girl who borrowed a kiss from him half an hour ago.
Another man swung his stick at her. She ducked, grabbed his arm, spun around, and slammed him to the ground. The terrified guests ran to a corner, hugging each other, trembling.
He was also swinging out thunderous punches, each punch sending a body flying through the air.
But when facing My Na —
He held back.
She kicked him straight in the chest, he raised his hand to block it, taking a step back.
She turned around and threw a spinning kick — he dodged but still did not counterattack.
My Na realized.
He didn’t want to face her.
Meanwhile, the tall and thin man took advantage of the chaos to run away. He immediately turned around to chase after her, but she quickly blocked him, forcing him to retreat.
The two fought in a way that was both confrontational and restraining.
Finally, the tall, thin man rushed out the main door and was pulled into the car by a group of bodyguards. The black Mercedes revved its engine and shot off like an arrow through the night.
He wanted to chase after her — but was blocked by My Na.
The car disappeared.
He stood there, breathing heavily, his cold eyes following the direction the car was driving away. He ripped off his tattered vest and threw it on the stone floor.
Black hair was tousled by the wind blowing in from the main door.
Behind him — not far…
It’s My Na.
Her evening gown was torn to shreds, her mask had fallen off, and her hair, which had been tied up in a tight bun, was loose and wet with sweat, falling around her beautiful but determined face.
Behind her —
As the police teammate was running inside, exhausted and out of breath.
And further back —
The party guests, their faces pale and their limbs trembling, hid behind large pillars, watching the scene as if it had just come out of a nightmare.
No one said a word.
Only her eyes
and his back…!!!