"Bu-but this bag seems to belong to Laura Quinn!" When Little Luke said the name "Laura Quinn," his voice trembled even more noticeably.

"What? Laura Quinn? Are you talking about Deputy Director Laura Quinn of the Municipal Public Security Bureau? Damn it, Little Luke, curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! Is your brain in your ass? You even dared to swipe the Public Security Bureau director's bag? Are you trying to get me killed?" When Bald Frank heard that the bag Little Luke had swiped actually belonged to Deputy Director Laura Quinn of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Bald Frank now has dozens of men working for him, living comfortably and with swagger. He knows very well that more or less, all of them have criminal records at the bureau, their names are on file. As long as they don’t commit any major crimes, the Public Security Bureau can turn a blind eye. But if they really do something big, they’ll be the first ones arrested. Most crucially, the area around Nanshan Road has always been the turf where Bald Frank's gang operates. Now, someone from Bald Frank's crew actually swiped the deputy director’s bag—aren’t they just asking for trouble, looking for death?

"Boss, how was I supposed to know that woman was actually our city’s Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau? I just saw her stumbling out of the bar drunk, so I took the chance to swipe her bag. If I’d known she was the infamous cold-faced Rakshasa Laura Quinn, I wouldn’t have dared to touch her bag even if you beat me to death! Boss, what should I do now? Should I just throw the bag away and pretend nothing happened?" On the other end of the phone, Little Luke was even more flustered after being yelled at by Bald Frank.

"Damn it, Little Luke, are you looking to die? If you throw the bag away and it really goes missing, who do you think Laura Quinn will come after first?" Bald Frank cursed as soon as he heard that.

"Then, then what should I do now, boss?" Little Luke was at a loss, holding the bag was bad, throwing it away was bad, he was so anxious he wanted to cry.

"Here’s what you do: figure out a way to get the bag to the Public Security Bureau’s reception desk as soon as possible. Just pretend you’re a good-hearted passerby who found the bag and is returning it, showing the spirit of honesty." After pacing back and forth in the room, rubbing his bald head, Bald Frank said.

"Ah, boss, you’re so smart! Why didn’t I think of that?" Little Luke couldn’t help but slap his forehead when he heard this.

"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could I be the boss?" Bald Frank scolded, but couldn’t help feeling a bit proud inside.

"Of course, of course. But boss, just thinking about going to the Public Security Bureau makes my legs go weak!"

"Get lost! Or do you want me to deliver it myself?"

Chapter 8: The Inheritance of the Witch King Xia Yu

Jack Carter certainly didn’t know that the female elite was actually Deputy Director Laura Quinn, known as the cold-faced Rakshasa in both the underworld and law enforcement circles of Jiangzhou City. At this moment, he was carrying Laura Quinn up the stairs. Fortunately, there was no one in the stairwell in the middle of the night, otherwise, seeing Jack Carter carrying a woman home would definitely cause a misunderstanding.

Once inside, Jack Carter placed Laura Quinn on the sofa in the living room and let out a long sigh of relief.

Carrying a woman up the stairs wasn’t actually tiring; what was exhausting was trying not to let his mind wander. But for a young man full of vigor, holding a ripe, alluring body and not letting his thoughts run wild required a lot of willpower.

After letting out a long breath, Jack Carter looked at Laura Quinn again. That glance made his heart race uncontrollably. At some point, the button at the chest of Laura Quinn’s shirt had popped open, revealing her ample bosom restrained by a sexy bra. Even lying flat, those two mounds still trembled, standing tall like twin peaks.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—Jack Carter finally managed to tear his gaze away from Laura Quinn’s half-concealed, half-exposed peaks, then quickly returned to his own room, grabbed a sheet, and draped it across her abdomen. He also turned on the living room fan for her.

After doing all this, Jack Carter realized he was drenched in sweat. This made him shake his head at himself. He was already a mid-stage Earth Witch of the Two Cauldrons realm, immune to heat and cold, yet today, because of a woman, he ended up sweating all over.

Shaking his head and secretly mocking himself, Jack Carter took a cold shower in the bathroom. But as he showered naked, thinking of the beautiful, peach-like mature woman lying in the living room, the more he showered, the hotter he felt.

After showering, he returned to his room, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. By now, it was already three in the morning.

His mind drifted from helping Grace Bennett with her foot injury, to the events at the bar, to the female elite outside. It felt like his month in Jiangzhou City had never been as eventful and exciting as today.

Thinking and thinking, Jack Carter unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

At five in the morning, during the hour of the rabbit, when the sun rises in the east, purple energy comes from the east, and all things flourish—it is also the best time of day for cultivation.

Jack Carter woke up on time, got up and looked east, then sat facing the east, breathing deeply. As Jack Carter inhaled and exhaled, it seemed as if a purple light from the eastern sky, just behind the faint red dawn, shot toward Jack Carter, entering between his eyebrows, into his glabella.