By the roadside.
After confirming Gisele's identity, Adam glanced at her long legs, shook his head to himself, and turned toward his Porsche.
"That's it?"
Gisele called after him.
"You're fine. You can go."
Adam instinctively imitated Officer Kate's tone.
It couldn't be helped.
It was too familiar.
"Officer Duncan, you're really letting me go?"
Gisele flirted, "Do you know who I am? Are you sure you don't want to search me for contraband?"
"Oh, of course I know."
Without slowing, Adam returned to his car. He glanced at Gisele, who had followed him over and leaned against his window as she spoke, then said meaningfully.
"So it's not that I'm not your type. It's that you don't like my identity?"
Gisele smiled.
"Take care of yourself."
Adam gave a noncommittal smile, revved the engine to signal Gisele to move away, and the roar of the car vanished into the distance.
"Coward... sigh."
Gisele watched the car disappear at high speed, muttered to herself, then frowned and sighed.
Although she was involved with the underworld.
She was not the sort of delinquent girl completely detached from mainstream society, living in the shadow world and knowing nothing but wild partying.
She could have made a living off her looks and figure, yet she insisted on relying on her abilities.
That was why she had become an important member of White Camel Mountain rather than one of Ouyang Ke's concubines, who could be abused and discarded at will.
She was a female racing god.
She could handle certain important missions, while others simply could not.
The reason she had whistled at Adam and flirted with him like an infatuated fangirl the moment she saw him was because she recognized him.
She had watched the livestream of the cruise ship rescue incident and