Natalie Scott knew she had a bad temper. The reason she was dismissed from her position as captain of the SWAT team was because, after catching a perverted serial rapist and murderer of young girls, she couldn’t help but beat him into a vegetative state. That’s why she was transferred to be an ordinary police squad captain. If she caused any more trouble today, she might not even be able to keep her job as a squad leader—she might not even be a cop anymore.

Henry Carter looked at Natalie Scott's nearly frantic expression, and the gloom in his heart suddenly dissipated quite a bit. His gaze swept over Natalie Scott's prominent chest: “Actually, you don’t have to force it. You’ve got a pretty good figure—big chest, big butt, definitely good for having kids. As long as you ask, I’ll definitely say yes...”

There was a stir among the onlookers, with quite a few people laughing out loud. The low murmurs reached Natalie Scott's ears, and she felt like she was about to explode. She shouted, “Shut up!”

Henry Carter fell silent. Although Natalie Scott, even in her rage, still held her gun with a steady hand, who knew if this violent woman might snap and pull the trigger?

At such close range, Henry Carter didn’t dare guarantee he could dodge in time. If he got taken down by a shot from this violent woman, those guys from Hidden Dragon would probably laugh their teeth out.

Natalie Scott opened her wallet with one hand, quickly found Henry Carter's ID card, glanced at it, pocketed the ID, tossed the wallet back to Henry Carter, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind her waist: “Henry Carter, you’re suspected of participating in a drive-by bag-snatching crime. Come with me to the station.”

Henry Carter remained unmoved, the corners of his mouth even curling up in a clear sneer: “Are all cops as big-chested and brainless as you?”

Big-chested and brainless?

Natalie Scott's mind exploded with a buzz. She glared at Henry Carter through gritted teeth, her gaze sharp as a knife: “Say that again if you dare.”

Henry Carter shrugged, his eyes once again landing on Natalie Scott's chest, and said very seriously, “Even though you’re a cop and probably take part in all kinds of operations, having a big chest might get in the way. But as a woman, you should pick underwear that suits you. Yours is too tight—it puts a lot of pressure on your chest, affects blood circulation, and not only makes it look worse, like causing it to cave in or affecting breastfeeding, but could also cause inflammation, and in severe cases, even lead to cancer...”

Natalie Scott's face turned ashen at Henry Carter's words. This guy was actually flirting with her in public, talking about how a woman should wear her underwear, and even in such a lecturing tone?

Chapter 7: Private Sponsorship

Cancer? You’re the one who’s going to get cancer!

Although she was extremely angry, Natalie Scott had to admit this guy had a sharp eye—he could tell her underwear was too tight even through her uniform. What a pervert!

The tight underwear was intentional on Natalie Scott's part. Most of the time, she really felt her big chest was a burden. The intense bouncing when running made things extremely inconvenient, so the underwear she wore to work was always very tight, just to keep her ample chest from bouncing around...

With so many people watching, Natalie Scott didn’t dare beat up Henry Carter on the spot. When she was transferred to the police force, she’d been specifically warned: if she caused any more trouble, she could forget about wearing the uniform ever again. That would just fulfill her father’s wish!

“What kind of underwear I wear is none of your damn business, you pervert. Move! Come with me to the station!”

Natalie Scott shouted, giving Henry Carter a shove. But Henry Carter didn’t budge. He spread his hands and lazily smiled: “Just because you suspect I’m a biker gang member, I am one? I could say you’re impersonating a cop! You think you can just arrest whoever you want? You’re a cop, not a thug. Cops are supposed to serve the people and protect their interests. Do you know who I am? I am the people! Do you even act like a public servant?”

“I am the people”—these words rang out loud and clear, causing a commotion among the onlookers. Someone even shouted, “Well said!”

Natalie Scott had already been holding in her anger after being demoted to a lowly cop. Now, being mocked by Henry Carter made her even more furious. She glared at Henry Carter with a cold smile: “You sure can talk. Don’t think you can get away just by saying that...”

“Get away?”

Henry Carter looked at Natalie Scott with amusement: “I haven’t committed any crime, so why would I run? As a cop, shouldn’t you at least ask what I do? Just because I was afraid of hitting someone and got in your way, you say I’m an accomplice to the biker gang? Do you know how I could tell your underwear was too tight?”

Natalie Scott saw Henry Carter bring the topic back to her underwear and wanted to kill him, but thinking back to what happened earlier, she realized she might have been a bit rash. This guy probably wasn’t an accomplice to the biker gang—otherwise, how could he be so calm now?

But this guy was just too arrogant—she just couldn’t swallow her anger!

“Why?”

Seeing Natalie Scott's expression, Henry Carter guessed she’d realized he wasn’t an accomplice, but with so many people watching, she couldn’t back down. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

“Do you know the Jasmine Fragrance Company?”

Henry Carter ignored the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him, crossed his arms, and asked calmly.