Third, tear off his mask and see which terrorist dares to wear such a terrifying human-skin mask in broad daylight. Then notify Ethan Ford to come and arrest him.

Suppressing my impulse, I spoke up: "I'm here to pick someone up."

The burly female security guard didn't believe me: "Pick up who?"

"The Bennett Family's little sister, I think her name is Emily Bennett."

"Emily Bennett? She's already been picked up."

"What!?"

The burly female security guard waved her hand impatiently: "She's already been picked up! Don't you understand? Get lost, now!"

...Interesting. I don't recall Grace Bennett arranging for anyone else besides me. So... who could have picked her up?

The burly woman started banging on the car door again: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Haha, since The Bennett Family's little sister isn't here, it doesn't really matter where I hang around, does it?"

The two burly women exchanged a glance and simultaneously reached for my car door. I pressed the green switch on the control panel, and instantly there were two sharp crackling sounds. The burly women screamed, clutching their hands and retreating, cursing: "What the hell!?"

"Piece of junk car, poor performance, the door voltage is unstable."

It can go up to a hundred thousand volts, you know.

"Damn it!" The security guard pulled out a stun gun, but I was faster. Two pistols were aimed at their foreheads at the same time. If I pulled the trigger, the result would be far more than just a simple knockout.

The burly women's movements froze instantly.

"Oh, you two are pretty sharp, you can tell these are real guns... But not sharp enough. If The Bennett Family's little sister really had been picked up... seeing me here, you should at least ask who I am, instead of being so eager to drive me away. The Raven bribing you two idiots was a real mistake... I'm in a good mood right now, can't be bothered to argue with you. Stand back in your original positions and don't make any unnecessary moves, or I'll shoot. Don't doubt my guts, and don't doubt my aim. I'll count to three—get lost."

They (or should I say, it?) didn't dare challenge my nerve or marksmanship, and stiffly stood back on either side of the gate. The square instantly returned to calm—except for the Iron Duke's ever-present roaring noise and the sky-darkening black smoke. The noble families' drivers all kept to their servant roles, silence is golden, and no bigger commotion was stirred up.

I looked around the academy. The campus, wrapped in lush greenery, was as tranquil and elegant as a paradise, yet full of flaws. Not to mention the completely unguarded architectural layout... Just the fact that the security staff had been bribed was enough to suggest that The Bennett Family's little sister would be better off skipping half a year's classes starting now.

Half an hour later, several girls in deep blue dresses walked slowly from afar, backs to the setting sun. The girls' graceful curves were bathed in golden light. I immediately recognized my target for this trip—the long-haired girl walking in the center, the youngest daughter of The Bennett Family, Emily Bennett.

She was even more beautiful than in the photos, every frown and smile enchanting. The girls around her were all well-bred, dignified noble ladies, yet they clustered around her like stars around the moon. From their eyes, I could see a hint of jealousy, but even more pure happiness.

A girl who can bring happiness to those around her—that's wonderful. Far better than just her stunning looks.

The girls gradually approached the school gate. The two burly women by the door suddenly broke out in cold sweat. I knew the show was about to begin. Sure enough, when the girls said their goodbyes at the gate and each got into their own family's hover car, a few minutes later, a "Lightwheel 1800" opened its door, and a middle-aged man in black stepped out. His thin lips pressed tightly together, giving him a stern, rigid look. But this kind of image is often the easiest to win people's trust.

The Raven found a pretty good con artist.

I sat in the car, watching the events unfold without a change in expression. Nothing was outside my expectations.

The middle-aged man walked up to Emily Bennett and said, "Miss Bennett, hello, please get in the car." As he spoke, he opened the car door.

Of course, Emily Bennett wouldn't get in so easily. The girl frowned adorably and asked, "Who are you?"

The man replied calmly, "I'm the bodyguard your father hired. Here is my ID." He handed over a magnetic card.

Emily Bennett shook her head and didn't take it. "Sorry, my father did hire a bodyguard for me—though I'm not happy about it—but that person isn't you. My sister sent his photo to my phone, and I remember it clearly. He's a young man."

The man nodded. "That's true, but that person has already handed over the job to me. I'm the one responsible now. I don't know why Miss Grace Bennett didn't inform you... You can call to confirm right now."

Emily Bennett was indeed taken aback by this, half-believing, half-doubting, as she took out her phone.

Next comes the essence of the whole scam. If I weren't involved, I'd actually want to keep watching...

Alright, showtime is over.

"The Bennett Family's little sister, use my phone to call."

I opened the Iron Duke's car door, interrupting the conversation with a cold sneer.

Emily Bennett looked at me in surprise, a bit at a loss, but the middle-aged man remained unfazed, staring at me coldly and saying, "Your makeup skills are pretty good."