"Son of a bitch! You got some nerve, huh?! You think you can act all high and mighty in front of Mr. Balfour?!" snapped the bodyguard, glaring daggers at Scott.Scott stood his ground, his gaze icy as he stared back at the bodyguard. Beside him, Luisa pressed closer, clutching his arm.“Scott, what’s happening now?” Luisa whispered.Scott shrugged and replied, "Looks like yet another idiot wants to ruin our moment."“Motherfucker! You dare call Mr. Balfour an idiot?!” the bodyguard barked, pulling a knife from inside his tuxedo.Scott took a brief glance at the knife. This wasn’t an ordinary blade; it was the kind assassins typically use.“Enough. Stop shouting. Remember, we’re at an art exhibition, after all. Did you forget that?” said the round man, Balfour, finally speaking up.“My apologies, Mr. Balfour. I got carried away by this arrogant fool’s behavior,” the bodyguard said, bowing low.Balfour ignored the apology, stepping forward to meet Scott’s gaze.They were about the same

Jasper was so shocked, he could only stare blankly for a moment. When he regained his senses, he blinked, looking at Scholtz with confusion. "W-what do you... mean, Sir?" he asked hesitantly. Smack! Scholtz slapped him hard again. "How was it? Now you understand?!" Scholtz roared. Jasper fell silent again, this time he shut his mouth tight. But honestly, he still didn't understand. He thought by reporting what Scott had done, he'd get appreciation, maybe even a reward, from Scholtz. But then what? He got slapped twice! "Listen carefully, okay? This gentleman is the one who saved me from an assassination attempt a few days ago. I owe him. You better watch your attitude and your words in front of him. You understand?!" Scholtz said, pressing his index finger against Jasper's chest. Jasper's face flushed red with anger; he couldn't stand being yelled at like that in front of a distinguished visitor like Balfour. But of course, he couldn't vent his anger. As for what Scholtz

That night, in Ravenshire...Scott and Luisa were in a taxi that would take them to the airport. Their honeymoon was over. Luisa was now leaning her head against Scott's shoulder. Their hands were clasped together."Did you enjoy it?" Scott asked."Yeah," Luisa replied, "and it would be even more enjoyable if we could vacation longer."Scott smiled. He turned to the right and kissed the top of Luisa's head."We'll go on vacation again later, a long one. We'll go to the tourist spots you really want to visit in this country," Scott said.It was Luisa's turn to smile. "Yes," she said softly. She then closed her eyes. The taxi, which was moving calmly, allowed her to fall asleep for the rest of the journey to the airport.Scott directed his gaze to the left, looking at whatever was behind the window. The rain had just started falling a few minutes ago, right after the taxi they were in left the Royal Starlight Hotel.Scott tightened his grip on Luisa's hand. Something warm flowed into hi

Just like the square-faced man, Scott didn't know what was happening. The shots just now were clearly from the square-faced man's men. But why were they the ones falling?Scott's brain spun quickly; he tried to quickly process this incomprehensible situation, relying on his instincts trained on the battlefield.And he heard something. He turned and looked up towards the source of the sound. At that point, he saw a helicopter flying not too far from where he was currently standing.'Who are they? Are they on my side?' Scott wondered.This time, Scott saw someone in the helicopter, who was sitting on the edge of the open door and pointing a gun downwards, firing.Scott didn't hear the sound of the shots—it could be because it was too far away, or the person had a silencer on their gun—but he saw the yellow-orange light appear briefly, several times.As before, some of the square-faced man's men suddenly fell, some wincing and groaning in pain, and some dead."What the hell is this?! Who

Aurelia Cortez, one of the talented young secret agents in Brisenland, wasn't actually assigned to Mildenbrough but to the capital. However, she had a personal interest in this serial murder case. It was because her father, who had moved to Mildenbrough after divorcing her mother, was also a victim of the serial killings.So when she heard rumors about the identity of the suspect in the serial murder case being revealed, she immediately went to Mildenbrough and looked for information about him. And she knew that Scott Goodman, the figure suspected of being the cold-blooded killer, would arrive at Mildenbrough City Airport tonight.Aurelia Cortez would do anything to secure Scott and interrogate him. Manipulating the parking bill for his black McLaren was her idea. This way she could hold Scott long enough at the airport to then meet him directly.Scott looked at Aurelia with suspicion. From Aurelia's appearance and aura, it wasn't strange that she was a secret agent. But this was the