Brian Lee smiled as he tossed the Gouli Heavenly Book, which he had been playing with for a long time, to Lincoln Faulkner, and said calmly, “First, I’ve tried it—Gouli can’t communicate with me. To me, it’s just useless junk. Second, the original owner of this Gouli is way too formidable. I don’t want to take his stuff and have that old monkey come after me for revenge.”

Lincoln Faulkner stared in disbelief at the Gouli that had landed in his hands, looking as if he’d just seen the God of Plague, his face twisted in misery and his mood thoroughly ruined. Brian Lee sighed inwardly; there was another reason he hadn’t mentioned: “If someone can take something from Yuan Qiankun, who’s said to be the number one in the demon world, their abilities speak for themselves. Brian Lee definitely doesn’t want to inexplicably provoke such a mysterious enemy.”

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard the click of a key in the front door lock, and the door opened silently. Brian Lee and Lincoln Faulkner exchanged glances as a short-haired girl of about sixteen or seventeen walked in.

The girl who entered was quite tall, over 170 centimeters, with short hair just past her cheeks, looking very fresh and neat. Her limbs were long and slender, and her figure gave off a sense of balance. As soon as she entered and looked up, seeing two strange men in her home, she let out a slightly surprised “Oh!” but quickly composed herself. Instead, she smiled and greeted them first: “I got home late today and didn’t know you’d be coming, so I forgot to buy anything to entertain you! I’m really sorry!”

Lincoln Faulkner stared blankly at the girl’s pretty face. Her looks were nearly flawless, her features perfectly soft—a rare beauty. But what surprised Lincoln Faulkner wasn’t her beauty, but the fact that he recognized this girl.

“Aren’t you the leader of DuDu’s group? The one who often does street dance with Yvonne Dean?”

“That’s right! I’m Emily Simmons. I’ve often heard Yvonne Dean mention you, but I never thought you’d have the guts to come to my house to propose. Our Yvonne Dean is quite precious! I won’t allow her to date any guy who just barges into someone else’s home.”

“Uh… it’s not like that. Um! Let me explain… We, we are—Brian Lee, you explain it yourself.” Lincoln Faulkner’s face turned beet red, not knowing how to explain. And the fact that Emily Simmons actually knew about him made Lincoln Faulkner even more flustered.

Emily Simmons is a senior in high school this year, one grade above Lincoln Faulkner, and is his upperclassman. The reason Lincoln Faulkner recognized Emily Simmons is because she and a few of the most popular girls at school formed a street dance group, and Yvonne Dean is also a member. Lincoln Faulkner didn’t have any dealings with these girls. He knew Emily Simmons because she was outstanding, but it was strange to him that Emily Simmons knew about him.

As for why Yvonne Dean would mention him to Emily Simmons, Lincoln Faulkner was even more baffled.

Brian Lee smiled slightly and boldly said, “We’re robbers. We’re short on cash lately and were just looking for a beautiful girl to kidnap. Emily Simmons, little sister, you’ll have to come with us for a bit, and don’t forget to leave a note for your family, telling them to pay the ransom.”

Emily Simmons burst out laughing, walked over to Brian Lee, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Kidnap me? Too bad, my parents are both abroad and hard to reach, so the ransom transfer would take a long time! You’d have to feed me well in the meantime, and that’s not cost-effective—I eat a lot, you know.”

Brian Lee had never been this close to a human girl before, and the faint fragrance from Emily Simmons made him forget to be on guard for a moment. Lincoln Faulkner, watching from the side, could see clearly that although Emily Simmons’s eyes were smiling, a sharp glint flashed through them. The slender fingers patting Brian Lee’s shoulder suddenly tightened, and the unprepared Brian Lee was thrown over her shoulder in a swift move.

Only then did Lincoln Faulkner remember hearing that Emily Simmons was a martial arts expert, having trained in Chinese martial arts, taekwondo, karate, sanda, and wrestling. Brian Lee, after all, was a demon who had cultivated for many years. Although he was caught off guard by Emily Simmons’s move, he wouldn’t suffer any real loss.

In Emily Simmons’s surprised gaze, Brian Lee used the momentum to flip over and landed on the other side of the sofa, his movements smooth and unruffled.

After witnessing Brian Lee’s skills, Emily Simmons recovered from her surprise and said nonchalantly, “Lincoln Faulkner, your friend is pretty good! He’s qualified to be a kidnapper and kidnap me. So, is it time for me to go with you now?”

At this point, sweat was practically dripping off Lincoln Faulkner’s face onto his feet. He didn’t dare say much, hurriedly pulled Brian Lee toward the door, and as they passed by Emily Simmons, he chuckled, “Hehe!”

“Sorry to bother you. We’re going home for dinner now, goodbye, goodbye.”

Just as Lincoln Faulkner was about to leave, Emily Simmons’s sweet voice called from behind, “Should I tell the whole school about this tomorrow, Lincoln Faulkner?”

“No! Please don’t!” Not daring to look back, Lincoln Faulkner hurriedly dragged Brian Lee away.

Once outside the door, Brian Lee made a quick hand gesture, and Lincoln Faulkner suddenly felt a pressure on his body. In the blink of an eye, the scenery had changed.

Brian Lee patted Lincoln Faulkner on the shoulder and said with a smile, “I’ll send you this far. You can go home on your own now.”

With that, Brian Lee strode off, leaving Lincoln Faulkner standing dazed on the side of the road.

Brian Lee wanted to integrate into human society, and using the identity of a host was the perfect choice. Officially, he was a new student at C University this year, so naturally he had to report to school, and thus parted ways with Lincoln Faulkner.