On both sides of the long corridor, the scenes unfolding behind the twelve tightly locked wooden doors were enough to drive any man in the know mad. Every time he walked down the corridor, Charles Bennett always made a habit of pushing his hearing to the limit. This was an instinct he had developed after becoming a bounty hunter—maintaining a high level of vigilance everywhere, especially in these rooms with excellent soundproofing. After all, who could say whether the people indulging in pleasure inside might be enemies harboring murderous intent toward him?

On the other hand, Charles Bennett also readily admitted to himself that he was quite interested in what was happening in those rooms. Men have never had much resistance to a free live erotic show.

But being interested was one thing; if Charles Bennett were actually asked to sleep with any of the women from "Divine Maidens," he would absolutely decline. Everyone in the organization knew that none of the women in "Divine Maidens" were easy to deal with, and the person in charge here—Emma Carter—was an especially terrifying character who would chew people up and spit out nothing but bones.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Charles Bennett paused in front of the wooden door at the end. This was a habitual action every time he came here. He had to steady his nerves and adjust all aspects of his body to optimal combat readiness within the three seconds it took to take a deep breath, open the door, and enter. Because behind this door, the woman codenamed Emma Carter had always been his strongest imagined adversary.

The doorknob turned, and Charles Bennett entered, leaning against the wall by the door. He took a crumpled sealed envelope from his jeans pocket and tossed it onto the table. “Captain Carter, I’m here to deliver this mission.”

In the center of the room stood an antique table. On the rocking chair in front of it lounged a woman in a bright red cheongsam, gazing out the window at the sky. Without turning her head, she casually picked up the envelope from the table, opened it and examined it for a moment, then struck a match and burned the envelope and its contents to ashes. Only then did she turn around and smile, saying, “Very good, Little Charles. When you’re on a mission, everyone can rest easy.”

“Please, Captain Carter, don’t call me that!”

Charles Bennett glared at the woman in the rocking chair, who looked completely innocent. The way she addressed him every time they met was one of the top three reasons why Charles Bennett thoroughly disliked her.

The two of them “gazed deeply” at each other for a full minute before Charles Bennett was forced to admit defeat once again. This woman’s gaze had once made a sanctimonious “gentleman” attempt a brazen assault in the middle of a bustling street. Such legendary exploits made Charles Bennett accept his own defeat with peace of mind.

“Anyway, there’s only one final assessment mission left. Once I finish this, we can wave goodbye and go our separate ways,” Charles Bennett thought smugly.

Three years as a bounty hunter had finally brought him to the E-rank bounty hunter assessment. As long as he completed it and became an E-rank bounty hunter, he could leave this damned Yanhuang D-rank Hunter Branch and go to the higher C-rank branch to take on missions. Most importantly, he would never have to see the woman before him again—a cause for celebration if ever there was one.

“Sigh, it only took me three years to rise from the lowest G-rank bounty hunter to the point where I can take the E-rank assessment. Honestly, I’m a little reluctant to leave.”

Charles Bennett avoided Emma Carter’s “tender, affectionate” gaze, lowered his head, and reaffirmed to himself: I am absolutely not reluctant.

“Sigh, I can’t let my personal feelings bury a talent as outstanding as you,” Emma Carter sighed, taking an envelope from the desk drawer. She stood up, walked over to Charles Bennett, and handed him the envelope. “This is the E-rank bounty hunter assessment mission I selected for you. It’s the easiest of all the assessment missions. Don’t say that, as your team leader, I haven’t looked out for you!”

Her rounded fingers pinched the envelope, purple nails gleaming seductively. The bright red cheongsam split down the front to her navel, her ample bosom fully embodying the term “deadly weapon.” Her waist was slender and free of any excess flesh, her skin smooth as cream. With just one movement, she perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be irresistibly alluring.

Charles Bennett glanced at her, quickly took the envelope, and stepped back to press himself against the wall. He always kept at least half a meter’s distance from this naturally seductive woman.

Opening the envelope, Charles Bennett glanced at the contents, and his previously confident expression changed instantly. His face turned pale, and he glared at the woman before him, gritting his teeth: “You want me to enter ‘Night Lord’ and complete…”

Emma Carter blinked and retorted, “What? Isn’t this the easiest of all the missions? For a college student like you, games should be your area of expertise, right?”

After speaking, Emma Carter acted as if she hadn’t noticed Charles Bennett’s murderous glare. A shy blush appeared on her face as she spoke softly, “If you really can’t bear to part, Charlie, you can wait until next year to take the E-rank bounty hunter assessment. I… wouldn’t mind.”

Charles Bennett took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Thank you very much for your consideration, Captain Carter. I’ll take this mission.”

With that, he tossed the envelope toward the basket in the corner of the room. A match flared, flicked from Charles Bennett’s fingers, striking the envelope before it landed. Flames burst forth in the room…

“Bang!”