Soft-Hearted

Molly calmed down, took out her phone, and prepared to call Luoxi, asking her to help track down the new champion's identity and location.

But just as her finger touched the screen, the phone suddenly vibrated. A message notification popped up, and the sender was none other than Luoxi.

Molly's heart stirred. She immediately opened the message. The first thing she saw was a brief line of text, followed by a precise set of coordinates.

[Luoxi: The Undying Arena's new champion has been identified. Male, forty-eight years old, retired special forces king, codename Black Wolf. Currently located at the Thunder Shooting Club on the outskirts of C City. He is a senior club member.]

Molly stared at the message, her face filled with astonishment and her eyes wide with shock.

She had only just been about to contact Luoxi, yet Luoxi had already uncovered every detail. Her efficiency was beyond imagination.

What puzzled her even more was that Black Wolf had only just been teleported out of the arena and had deliberately concealed his tracks. How had Luoxi pinpointed his location so accurately in such a short time?

Before Molly could think further, faint black-red ripples suddenly spread through the space beside her, and a familiar presence quietly emerged.

She sharply turned her head and saw the Avatar of the God of Desire standing in the middle of the living room. Her black-red hair fell over her shoulders, and her usual sly smile hung on her face as she looked at Molly and spoke in a light tone.

"Trouble again? Need my help?"

Her again.

Looking at the girl before her, Molly knew perfectly well that her help was never free. The price of the maid outfit from last time was still vivid in her mind, leaving lingering