Chapter 26

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye. Wesley soaked in the medicinal bath to recover, and after he fought for it, Fire Fox was also granted the same treatment. What annoyed him was that Russell stayed behind in the name of watching Fire Fox, sitting in a chair and watching the two of them soak.

One had to know that soaking in a medicinal bath required one to be completely unrestrained, embracing nature in its most primal state... in other words, naked!

Cross had shown restraint, after all, Wesley was his biological son. Unlike Russell, who never knew when to hold back, Wesley recovered quickly, while Fire Fox still had not fully recovered after soaking all night.

Watching Russell fiddle with a modified Desert Eagle he had never seen before, Wesley feared he might have improper designs on Fire Fox in the bath. Though Wesley had the same thoughts himself—no, he decisively demanded to take over the watch.

Russell ignored him, set the pistol on the table, and pointed at the clock on the wall. "Cross is waiting for you. He says he has a surprise for you. Personally, I don't think you need to get your hopes up. It's probably a belated birthday present."

You already told me. What surprise is left?!

Wesley thought indignantly. Perhaps because of the sinister image Russell had built up before, he was somewhat afraid of him. "Really? Where is he?"

"Across from your place. His apartment is right there—the one directly opposite your bedroom window. Fatherly love is always so profound. It isn't shown on the surface but put into action. He used binoculars day and night to observe every little detail of your life. It's truly moving!"

Wesley: "..."

Shit! Didn't that mean he had seen everything?!

Wesley left with a green expression on his face. He planned to give Cross a piece of his mind. Even if it was for protection, this was way over the line. No matter what, they had to come to an agreement today. No more peeping on him in the future, especially at night!

Not long after Wesley left, Fire Fox finished recovering and rose from the medicinal bath. Droplets slid down the seductive curves of her body and fell away. Strands of wet hair clung to both sides of her face before she swept them behind her back.

Fire Fox casually stepped out of the bath, wiped herself down with a towel, then changed into the clean clothes Wesley had prepared for her.

Russell stared wide-eyed throughout the entire process. It wasn't bragging—he was a highly responsible person. If he said he would watch, he absolutely would not blink... Then again, Fire Fox's tattoos were pretty damn cool.

After stretching her somewhat stiff limbs, Fire Fox noticed Russell standing guard nearby. She let out a mocking snort and strode toward him, reaching for the Desert Eagle on the table.

Russell grabbed Fire Fox's wrist and shook his head. "Sorry, you can't touch a gun yet."

"Our agreement has been reached. Before I confirm whether Sloan is guilty, I won't make a move against you." Fire Fox shot Russell a provocative glance. "Or do you have no trust in your allies at all?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstand. I'm not letting you touch a gun because your mental state is unstable. I'm afraid you'll commit suicide!"

Fire Fox's gaze turned cold as she shook off Russell's hand. "You don't need to worry. If Sloan truly is a sinner, I won't die before I kill him."

Russell shrugged and wisely stepped aside. Yet the moment Fire Fox gripped the Desert Eagle, she pointed it at him.

"Heh heh, women!"

"That's right. Women are creatures who hold grudges. I've always remembered your warm hospitality. If I don't vent a little, it'll be hard for me to maintain our alliance with a peaceful mindset."

"Too dangerous. If I get hit by a Desert Eagle round, I'll be crippled. Even the medicinal bath won't save me..." Russell continued courting death, raising his eyebrows.

"Hmph!"

Fire Fox snorted and aimed at Russell's thigh. This was a retaliatory shot. She was highly confident in her marksmanship; she would not break Russell's leg, but the bullet would graze him and tear off a chunk of flesh, enough to make him wish he were dead.

Click!

Fire Fox pulled the trigger, but the Desert Eagle seemed locked. Even with the safety off, it was useless.

Russell kindly reminded her, "This is a fingerprint-recognition pistol. See that blue scanner button? Without the owner's fingerprint, it can't fire. It's a pistol with principles, just like me—low-key and reserved..."

Listening to Russell's shameless self-praise, Fire Fox had had enough. She grabbed his hand, pressed it onto the fingerprint scanner, and pulled the trigger.

Click! Click!

Fire Fox's eyes became bloodshot, blazing red. "What the fuck is this now?"

"Uh... I'm not this gun's owner!"

Russell scratched his head and revealed an embarrassed smile, looking rather ashamed.

Fire Fox was so furious her chest was about to explode. She viciously threw the Desert Eagle to the ground, gripped Russell's shoulders with both hands, and dug her fingers in. Her twisted features spoke of her rage as she gathered all her strength and drove a knee into the space between Russell's legs.

Clang!

A scream rang out once more. Fire Fox hugged her knee and hopped in place a few times before falling back into the medicinal bath.

"Fuck! You wear iron underwear all day long? Are you a fucking pervert?"

"What's wrong with men being perverts?"

Fire Fox: "..."

At that moment, she suddenly missed Wesley, her devoted puppy. Compared to Russell, Wesley was practically perfect. He would never stuff a piece of iron into his pants—she could kick him however she wanted!

At noon, Wesley brought lunch. Having risen to the status of a rich second-generation heir, Wesley spent generously. Lunch consisted of steak, vegetable salad, ham-and-egg sandwiches, and creamy pumpkin soup. It was an extremely lavish spread.

But this was Fire Fox's lunch. Considering she had just soaked in the medicinal bath, she had to be starving, so Wesley ordered a huge portion. Never mind whether it tasted good; it would definitely fill her up.

Russell's meal was much shabbier: the standard Colonel Sanders. Just looking at it made him want to puke.

Fire Fox finally got one back at him, rewarding Wesley with a sweet kiss. The loser trembled all over with excitement.

"This kid is hopeless!" Russell said through a bite of his oversized burger, his face full of disdain.

Cross's gift to Wesley was a leather jacket. It was not especially valuable, but Wesley loved it dearly. He had dreamed of this day for a long time, happily putting it on and refusing to take it off no matter what.

This kid was starved for affection!

After lunch, Wesley received his beloved goddess's approval and stood behind her, massaging her shoulders and back. Russell studied a watch-shaped Plastic Explosive nearby. He was very interested in this kind of Miniature Bomb that could be strapped to rats, but unfortunately, he had never drawn a related Character Card or Skill Card, so he could only teach himself.

Oh, right. While watching Wesley soak in the medicinal bath, Russell had drawn his Character Card.

Character Card: Wesley (A second-generation killer brimming with talent; there was nothing but adrenaline in his veins)

Fire Fox watched Russell conduct his research while plotting revenge in her mind. She was petty by nature, and if she did not snap back at him, she would feel uncomfortable all over. She refused to believe Russell wore iron underwear all day!

Cross walked in and saw Wesley massaging Fire Fox's shoulders. He felt deeply embarrassed. Had this kid never seen a woman before or something?

"Guys, our plan may need to move ahead! According to my informants, Sloan has recalled the Brotherhood's assassins from all over. They've gathered at Spinning Mill No. 17. If we wait for them to make the first move, we'll be in a very passive position..."

"What do you want to do? Tell us the plan!"

"Work overtime to make Plastic Explosives. Also, we need to catch at least a thousand rats tonight... Wesley, you go catch the rats!"

"What!?"

I'm your biological son!

Please support this underdog!