Want a Reward?

"Does this mean I've been cheated on?" Kevin thought, his mind a jumble of emotions, feeling utterly depressed at the shocking scene.

Before it could react, a thick, black, tubular object was shoved into the phantom's mouth, and as the trigger was pulled, a dark blue electromagnetic arc exploded.

"Delete the program you just ran!"

Cocolia hooked her index finger and twirled the Electromagnetic Hand Cannon she had pulled from the bedside. Its dark metallic luster contrasted with her snow-white skin, highlighting her three-dimensional face and her indifferent tone, which exuded a strong sense of coldness.

"Serial number: K7549, destruction process has been performed, virtual personality deleted..."

A mechanical electronic sound emanated from the watch before fading into silence.

Kevin's expression changed slightly, and his teeth ached. Cocolia seemed somewhat sickly right now, and he even suspected that if he walked out like this, he would be secretly killed.

However, after checking the time on her watch several times, the woman seemed somewhat agitated.

Fearing he might upset the somewhat capricious Cocolia, Kevin reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom and faced the naked Russian beauty on the bed, coughing as he tried to start a conversation.

"Thank you for your help today. If you have time, I'd like to treat you to tea..."

Cocolia narrowed her eyes slightly, picked up the wine jug on the table, took a casual sip, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"So, can we begin?"

Kevin stared at Cocolia, who was sitting on the bed, resting her chin on her hand and waiting for his reply. He was stunned and looked bewildered.

"Wait, I'm a little confused..."

The man pointed to himself, then to Cocolia, his head throbbing.

"Did you pull me up here to help me fabricate an alibi?"

"Help you? Are we even acquainted?"

Cocolia's eyes were indifferent, but a slight smile played on her lips.

"I just used the excuse of sleeping with her to refuse to attend the meeting with the Female President of the Angel Fund."

"I only stated established facts; if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have needed to deceive my partner..."

What is this? Turning a fake relationship into a real one, forcing someone into prostitution! Kevin's thoughts were in turmoil, and he scratched his head with both hands.

Cocolia stretched, put on her bathrobe, got up, and walked towards the door with a casual expression.

"If this puts you in a difficult position, I won't force you, and I won't bring up tonight's matter again..."

"But if someone asks, then it's uncertain..."

As the two passed each other, Kevin hurriedly dragged the crazy woman Cocolia, back, forcing a stiff smile onto his face.

"This is too sudden! Can't you give me some time to prepare? Next time! Next time for sure!"

Cocolia leaned forward, meeting Kevin's gaze in a strange way, and then her Scrutinizing Gaze shifted downwards.

"Oh? 30 minutes isn't enough for you? I'm not interested in men with hidden ailments..."

This woman is clearly seeking revenge! Kevin rubbed his forehead in Affliction, realizing he had unknowingly fallen into her trap.

It would be a huge loss if he and Ada's true identities were exposed in the process of making a deal for the Angel Fund.

Cocolia is pressuring him hard; if he doesn't make her comfortable, who knows if this crazy woman might impulsively sell him off?

After much deliberation, Kevin reluctantly gave in, pointing to the vodka on the table and closing his eyes guiltily.

"Could I have a sip of my drink...?"

He wanted to bolster his courage.

There was no way around it; the child's mother was downstairs, and having sex with Cocolia at that moment was incredibly stressful.

Not to mention, Ada and Cocolia are both troublemakers; if they happen to run into each other, I'll at least have an excuse to cover it up by claiming it was a misunderstanding due to drinking.

Having successfully tricked his former boss, the Alliance Leader of Anti-Entropy seemed to have a change of heart, fetching another bottle of wine and lightly clinking glasses with Kevin.

As Kevin took a sip, leaving himself an escape route, the blonde Vixen in front of him raised her lips and whispered.

"I want to be on top..."

"Okay, I take back what I just said..." The man nodded in humiliation, his expression frozen.

Then, under Cocolia's gaze, Kevin numbly unbuttoned his clothes, gradually becoming Tool Person to provide special services to the Alliance Leader of Anti-Entropy.

Do you need me to take you downstairs?

After the clouds and rain cleared, Kevin watched Cocolia nearly fall several times and couldn't help but ask her in a low voice.

The Alliance Leader of Anti-Entropy paused, then turned back to the bedside, her smile alluring.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that..."

Cocolia took two Franklins from her wallet, stuffed them into Kevin's collar, then waved and walked away.

I feel offended...

Kevin pulled out two US Dollars, his face turning ashen.

Chapter 677, Section 710: A Reward, Want It?

As night deepened, the charitable celebration at the Angel Fund Building drew to a close. The Female President seemed to have other plans and made no move to question the guests. Thus, a potential incident was averted.

As a precaution, Kevin did not meet up with Ada, and instead, along with the dispersed crowd, everyone went home.

On the way, after submitting the mission information, the man looked at the string of numbers in his account, flicked the two hundred dollars he had earned by selling his body in the moonlight, and felt both amused and exasperated.

After Kevin stuffed two Franklins into his wallet, he organized the information in his mind and solemnly answered the phone at the front desk of the Seventh Heaven Bar.

"Could you help me find out who the employer is for this mission..."

Thunder and Tifa nodded slightly, preparing to gather their partners scattered around the world to coordinate with Kevin's operation.

After assigning tasks, the man breathed a slight sigh of relief, although he couldn't rule out the possibility that legitimate organizations were concerned about the safety of the missing girls.

However, Kevin always felt that this kind of public opinion and actions, which had a clearly negative influence on Angel Fund, might be related to the Roman Papal Legion.

Anyway, given Lei Ting's skills, this mission should be safe and sound. Letting them stretch their muscles is a good thing.

After finishing his trivial tasks, Kevin looked up and found himself back in front of the courtyard house.

To his dismay and relief, only the two little girls, K423 and Sirin, were fast asleep wrapped in blankets in the bedroom of the courtyard house. It seemed that Himeko, Fu Hua, and the others had stayed on the Hyperion.

Having just experienced an intense conversation, Kevin was so excited that he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

A halo of light emanating from the ancient castle outside the window kept tugging at his eyelids, disrupting his growing sleepiness.

Left with no other choice, Kevin got up, covered Sirin and K423 with blankets, and then strolled in the courtyard. Under the bright moonlight, the mistress of the castle sat on the balcony, holding a glass in her left hand and a gun in her right, her eyes glazed with intoxication.

The man was just about to advise his neighbor to be kind and not disturb the peace.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing Ada's figure in the courtyard, she rested her chin on her hand and smiled sweetly.

"Since I can't sleep anyway, how about a reward?"

Don't tempt me. Am I the kind of person who can't withstand temptation? The man raised his eyes indifferently, then sat down on the stone platform, his eyes focused on his nose, his nose on his heart, and his heart on nature.

A moment later, in the castle's living room, Kevin looked at the freshly baked apple pie on the table and the female agent in front of him, dressed casually in an apron, and his face was filled with disappointment.

"So, this is what they call a reward?"

The female agent took off her apron and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Otherwise, what do you think?"

Kevin picked up a piece of apple pie with a sullen expression, knowing that trying to take advantage of this Vixen tonight was probably a pipe dream. He swallowed the golden dessert in a big, angry bite.

However, as the apple pie was swallowed whole, the jam remaining on his taste buds exploded instantly, like a volcanic eruption, making Kevin's entire tongue numb and burning until he lost consciousness.

"What... did you add to this?"

Kevin was sweating profusely, his eyes bloodshot, and he pressed his hand on the table as he asked questions.

"It was supposed to be applesauce, but the supermarket was sold out, so I chose something else that was the same color instead..."

Ada answered without changing her expression, her face full of sincerity.

"What?"

Ghost pepper...

Don't you think there's a huge difference between these two things?

"It's fine as long as it's sold to someone else, anyway I'm not going to eat it..."

"That makes so much sense, thank you so much!" Kevin said, filled with grief and indignation.

Ada blinked, and before Kevin could explode, she immediately handed him a glass of water, gently patted the victim's back, and expressed her slight remorse.

"Don't be angry, drink some water first..."

The burning sensation in his throat and mouth caused the victim, who was sweating profusely, to immediately grab a glass of ice water, tilt his head back, and drink it all in one gulp.

But then, Kevin swallowed half the ice water, his eyes bulged, and he immediately spat out the remaining liquid in his mouth. With trembling hands, he raised the glass and asked expressionlessly.

"What's this?"

"Water..."

Ada responded with a smile, picked up the beautifully packaged glass bottle, and continued to refill Kevin.

The man snatched the glass bottle, his face darkening as he recognized what it was.

Spirytus... also known as "water of life"... 96% alcohol...

"Ada, are you kidding me?"

Even the slow-witted Kevin understood that this Vixen was clearly trying to trick him today, and his expression gradually turned sinister.

Ada smiled and stood up, casually tossing a towel over Kevin's head, and whispered something.

"As a friendly reminder, out of consideration for our good neighbor, you smell quite fishy. After you disinfect yourself, remember to take a hot shower before coming in next time..."

Kevin's pupils contracted, his face stiffened, and he suddenly realized that his affair had been exposed. He immediately obediently went into the bathroom and gave himself a thorough cleaning.

As Kevin closed his eyes and reflected in the shower, he realized how incredibly stupid it was to expose his recent affair in another female's territory.

Never roll over on the same bend twice!

After summarizing his experience and lessons learned, the man took a thorough shower, put on a bathrobe, and sat obediently on the living room sofa to rest, but he was still troubled by insomnia.

At this moment, Ada, carrying a box of small tools, was already waiting on the sofa, her smile gentle, a model of a virtuous woman.

"I was bored, so I learned some spa techniques to see if they could improve your sleep..."

"You're really good at using the 'slap followed by a sweet treat' tactic..."

Kevin muttered to himself as he lay flat on the floor, his inner complaints not diminishing his anticipation of the service.

In the early morning, the soft sunlight streamed through the French windows and fell on Kevin, who was fast asleep on the sofa with his eyes closed.

When a long, thin shadow fell on his forehead, the man narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

What kind of service will I receive this morning? A good morning kiss, or breakfast?

However, a sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and four daggers stabbed towards Kevin's limbs, their chilling sharpness sending shivers down one's spine.

Holy crap! Murder! That's outrageous!

Kevin suddenly stood up, and a protective layer formed around him as he instinctively prepared to intercept the menacing dagger.

But amidst the surprised and doubtful voices, a dark, Micro Wormhole appeared in the space above his lower back and head, and four daggers emerged from the bridge interface, revealing his blind spot.

Kevin rolled out of bed, his face grim. He casually raised his hand, and the four daggers were caught between the fingers of the hand that was disrupting space.

"Little boy, didn't Dukao teach you not to play with knives?"

Du Qiangwei, with her striking red hair and Matt hairstyle, narrowed her eyes and her expression changed. She curled her fingers, trying to recall the dagger.

"So what if you know the old man and are New Humans? Trespassing and plotting something are illegal!"

"Hey, I was invited in by Ada, can't you use your brain for once...?"

Kevin was at his wit's end. He tried to explain directly, but he noticed that Du Qiangwei was suspiciously thinking and constantly giving him meaningful glances behind her.

Suddenly, a girl dressed in a gardener's tank top, who had somehow slipped in through the back door, lunged forward and grabbed Kevin.

Du Qiangwei immediately curled her right hand slightly, a cold smile on her face.