"Who are you?" Shaking off Henry Clark's grip, Little Daisy stepped back half a pace. The tenderness in her eyes from moments ago was gone, replaced by wariness.

"If you're asking about my identity, I'm a national paranormal investigator. Do you need to see my credentials?" Henry Clark introduced himself naturally, both hands tucked into the pockets of his trench coat.

"No need. Your aura is strange, and your spiritual sense is dozens of times higher than that of a normal human. If you were just an ordinary person, that would be the real surprise..." Little Daisy easily accepted Henry Clark's explanation.

"That's also why you were willing to come out with me, right? After all, absorbing yang energy is your kind's habit. The stronger and more spiritually sensitive the man, the more effective it is for your cultivation." Henry Clark was essentially using his own body as bait to lure out this fox hiding in a den of debauchery.

"If you have any questions, ask quickly. What a lousy day—thought I'd hit the jackpot and found a 'rare catch,' but it turns out you're just a damn cop..." Rubbing her wrist where Henry Clark had grabbed her, Little Daisy looked thoroughly annoyed.

"You're the fox demon of this city, and a master of enchantment. Have you encountered any strange kin lately? Ones who also use enchantment to seduce men..." Henry Clark got straight to the point.

"Hmph, so you have your troubles too, huh..." A smug smile appeared at the corner of Little Daisy's mouth, a hint of vengeful satisfaction. "I do have some info about the one you mentioned, but why should I tell you? You haven't even paid for the service yet!"

"So what you're saying is..." Henry Clark already understood, seeing the woman in front of him bite her lip flirtatiously.

"Give me your virginity, and I'll tell you what you want to know." Little Debbie said calmly, as if her request was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, if it were any other man, he'd probably already be taking off his pants...

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood today. My little brother's asleep, so let's put it on hold..." Henry Clark's words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing Little Daisy completely, leaving her chilled to the bone.

"You think I'm an idiot? Either take off your pants right now, or get lost and stop wasting my time!" Little Daisy cursed angrily.

Just then, Grace Miller, who had been searching, appeared at the mouth of the alley, casting a double look of contempt at the two of them. For the first time, Henry Clark believed that eyes could kill.

"Henry Clark, you bastard! I said you were seeing a prostitute and you really went for it! And you actually made me stand guard for you—what do you take me for?!" The more Grace Miller spoke, the angrier she got, her hands at her sides clenching into fists.

"Take a closer look before you say anything..." As he spoke, Henry Clark pulled a small glass vial from his pocket with his left hand and, with a casual flick, splashed a bit of clear liquid onto Little Daisy's fair shoulder.

"Ah!" A sharp cry rang out. Little Daisy, who had been calm and collected, suddenly arched back in terror, half-crouching and kneeling on one knee against the wall, her breathing rapid and pained as she glared angrily at the man before her. Her once brown pupils turned blood red. "You... what did you just throw on me?!"

"Virgin's tears. For a yin-type demon like you, it doesn't cause any real harm, but it will make your yin energy uncontrollable for a while and force you to reveal your true form." Henry Clark didn't flinch from Little Daisy's murderous glare.

At this point, even an idiot could tell Henry Clark wasn't just seeing a prostitute. Grace Miller quickly rushed to Henry Clark's side, keeping a wary eye on the monster on the wall.

"You bastard, you dare trick me?!" Little Debbie cursed furiously, but her voice was already starting to distort. Her pretty face sprouted orange fur, more and more by the second. Her body swelled uncontrollably, and the clothes that had hugged her shapely figure were completely torn apart...

Watching everything unfold, Grace Miller's gaze went blank, her mind a total blank as if all her knowledge and common sense had collapsed in an instant.

After a brief moment, a terrifying fox three meters long appeared before the two of them, three huge tails swaying naturally behind it. Its ferocious face still radiated anger at Henry Clark, and its sharp teeth were no less fearsome than those of a tiger or lion.

"This is a busy area. I don't want to cause trouble. I'll remember this debt, and I'll settle it with you another time!" Furious as she was, Little Debbie didn't want to make a scene. She turned and ran deeper into the alley along the wall, but after only a couple of steps, she suddenly felt all her strength drain away and fell from the wall to the ground.

Glancing back, she saw Henry Clark wearing a strange black glove, gripping her middle tail. The wicked smile on his face made it hard to tell who the real monster was.

"Legend has it that a fox demon's power is all in its tails. Looks like the legends weren't kidding..." As Henry Clark spoke, he squeezed again, making the giant fox twitch uncontrollably.

"Stop joking..." Gasping for breath, Little Debbie couldn't believe it. "Even if the tail is a weakness... a mere human shouldn't be able to lock down a fox demon's power?!"