"Such strong killing intent."

Campbell Watson, who had spent years walking the edge of death, keenly sensed that there were at least ten bodyguards hidden around the villa.

These weren't ordinary bodyguards either; they were likely soldiers who had seen combat and bloodshed.

Campbell could feel their cold gazes fixed on him, ready to take him out at the slightest misstep.

With a quick sweep of his peripheral vision, he noted the villa was surrounded by surveillance cameras, leaving no blind spots.

Even he wasn't confident he could silently infiltrate the villa.

Especially concerning was the top floor, where a faint but deeply unsettling aura emanated.

A martial arts grandmaster!

There was actually a grandmaster of the highest level here!

"Damn, that old man tricked me again..."

Campbell instantly regretted his decision.

The villa's formidable security made it clear that this place was far from simple and could very well be life-threatening.

The old man had assured him there was no danger, saying it would be like a vacation, and he had actually believed it...

"Please, have a seat... How is the old gentleman doing?"

Magnus Nelson led Campbell to a redwood sofa in the living room, poured him a cup of green tea, and asked politely.

The old gentleman referred to was Campbell's master.

"Hmm, that old guy is doing well. He eats and sleeps like a champ. He might just live for another thousand years," Campbell Watson said casually, taking a sip of his tea.

Uh...

A thousand years? Only Campbell would dare to say something like that about the old master.

"Haha, you sure know how to joke, my dear nephew," Magnus Nelson laughed heartily, playing along.

Years ago, by a stroke of luck, Magnus had an encounter with that old master. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to invite the master's only disciple, Campbell Watson.

Thinking about the old master's almost magical abilities, Magnus felt a wave of admiration and respect wash over him.

"Back to the point, this is my daughter, Promise Nelson. You've met her before.

Honestly, what do you think of her?"

"She's as beautiful as an angel," Campbell replied, glancing at the stunningly cold and beautiful Promise. His assessment was honest.

Although this mission had no payment and was quite risky, at least the person he had to protect was a breathtaking beauty. That was some consolation for Campbell.

"Haha... good, a great first impression. As long as you two spend more time together, I'm sure your feelings for each other will grow," Magnus said with a smile.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Promise interrupted, unable to hold back any longer.

What did he mean by spending more time together and growing feelings? This sounded like a matchmaking session!

Campbell Watson also looked at Magnus Nelson with a puzzled expression.

"Ahem... What I mean is, since you two will be living together, you should communicate more..."

"Living together? Dad, what do you mean by that?" Promise Nelson quickly caught the key phrase in her father's words.

"Promise, now that you're the CEO of SkyRise Corporation, your status is different. I went through a lot of trouble to get Campbell Watson here. From now on, he'll be your 24/7 personal bodyguard," Magnus explained earnestly.

"What? A 24/7 personal bodyguard? That means I won't have any freedom! Absolutely not!" Promise immediately rejected the idea.

She couldn't stand the thought of having a big guy in black following her everywhere, let alone having no privacy at all.

"Promise, you saw what happened today. If it weren't for your luck, who knows what could have happened? With Campbell by your side, this kind of thing will never happen again. Do you want your dad to worry about you all the time?" Magnus looked at her with a face full of worry and concern, making it hard for anyone to refuse.

Promise's lips moved as if she wanted to argue, but seeing the gray hairs at her father's temples and the worry etched on his face, she sighed and said nothing, reluctantly agreeing.

"That's the spirit. Nephew, I'm entrusting my daughter to you. Take good care of her," Magnus said, turning to Campbell. However, the way he said it sounded a bit odd.

Meanwhile, Berloff Nelson drove his transformed Audi RS7 away from Violet Residence No. 1, feeling increasingly furious.

"Damn it, Magnus Nelson, that old man, yelling at me for the sake of an outsider. It makes me so mad," he grumbled.

"One day, everything the Nelson family owns will be mine!" Berloff Nelson gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination.

"Blue Wolf, that useless idiot, what kind of people does he hire? He can't even handle a simple task like kidnapping a woman. Damn it..."

Berloff pulled out his iPhone and dialed a number saved under 'Blue Wolf.'

"Hello? Blue Wolf... You owe me an explanation for last time, don't you?"

"Mr. Berloff, please rest assured. Last time was a slip-up. I'll hire some better hitmen next time. I promise it won't happen again," a gruff voice responded on the other end.

"Next time? Are you brainless? This failed kidnapping will make Magnus Nelson even more cautious. It'll be even harder to get him next time..." Berloff snapped angrily.

"Yes, Mr. Berloff, you're right. I have some things to take care of, so let's leave it at that for now. Maybe you can come to the bar later, and I'll apologize properly," Blue Wolf replied nonchalantly before hanging up.

"What the hell? That bastard hung up on me?" Berloff fumed. He tried calling back, but the phone was already turned off, making him so angry he nearly smashed his phone.

"Damn it!"

Berloff pounded the steering wheel in frustration, feeling incredibly annoyed and irritable.

He had originally planned to have the Blue Wolf Gang teach that pesky beggar a lesson, but now it seemed like that would have to wait...

****

Old Temple District, Royal Clubhouse, Blue Wolf Gang Headquarters.

The gang leader, Blue Wolf, sat in a leather chair, taking a deep drag from his cigar and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. His fierce, wolf-like eyes were hidden in the haze, flickering in and out of view.

"Damn it, who the hell does he think he is, talking to me like that? If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful to Mr. Finnegan, I'd have slapped you to death already..."

Blue Wolf glared at the phone on the table, his eyes filled with a murderous glint. He shouted towards the door, "Tyrell, get in here!"

A lean, dark-skinned young man pushed the door open and entered.

The young man had a cold expression, his eyes sharp as knives, exuding a wolfish aura.

"Boss, you called?" Tyrell's voice was like a knife scraping against metal, sending chills down one's spine.

"Within three days, find the leader of the West Hill Five Ghosts and take him out.

Make sure it's clean, no loose ends."

Blue Wolf leaned back in his chair, issuing his orders.

"Understood."

Tyrell nodded, asked no questions, and left the Royal Clubhouse with his mission...

Meanwhile, in the East Sea City Police Department's Criminal Investigation Team meeting room, the air was thick with smoke.

A dozen elite officers wore grave expressions as they silently flipped through the files in their hands. The atmosphere was heavy, like the calm before a storm.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

The stern-faced Captain of the Criminal Investigation Unit, Hartman, sat at the head of the table. His right index finger tapped lightly on the table while his left hand massaged his temples, his forehead furrowed deeply.

After a moment, he stopped tapping and spoke in a deep voice, "You've all read the case files. Every person listed here is notorious in the Western underworld, with countless murders to their names. Their sudden appearance in East Sea City must have a purpose."

"However, they entered legally under the guise of a business inspection. We can't forcibly expel them. Our orders are to keep a close watch on them and ensure they don't cause any trouble. Understood?"

Hartman stood up, leaning forward with his hands on the table, his authoritative and piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled officers.

"Understood!" The officers straightened up and shouted in unison.

"Good. You'll be divided into five teams. Each team will select their targets and begin surveillance. Remember, these individuals are extremely dangerous. Do not engage them directly. If you notice anything unusual, report to headquarters immediately. Is that clear?"

"Clear!" The officers responded loudly again.

Hartman nodded, instructing his subordinates to form teams and choose their targets. He then sat back in his chair, exhaling smoke, a hint of worry appearing on his resolute face.

These adversaries were not ordinary criminals. Given the capabilities of the Criminal Investigation Unit, a direct confrontation would likely result in significant casualties.

Hartman was actually quite dissatisfied with the city government's decision. For the sake of political achievements, they had ignored the dangerous identities of these individuals and allowed them entry, essentially inviting wolves into their midst.

If things got out of control, East Sea City could be plunged into chaos and bloodshed.

Therefore, he had already contacted the Armed Police Unit. The armed police and SWAT teams were on standby 24/7, ready to act at a moment's notice.

The officers quickly divided into groups and selected their surveillance targets. Captain Hartman gave a final reminder before letting everyone collect their gear and start the operation.

"Brooke, hold on a second."

As everyone left the office, Hartman called out to Brooke from the crowd.

Due to the recent incident, the criminal investigation team was short-handed, so Hartman temporarily reassigned Brooke back to the team.

"You're not going on surveillance. There's a kidnapping case today, right? I need you to handle it. We're short on people, so I can't assign anyone to help you. Can you manage on your own?"

Hartman handed Brooke the file on Promise Nelson and spoke in a serious tone.

"Really? Captain, you're really giving me this case?"

Brooke's eyes lit up with excitement. She preferred solving cases over the monotonous task of surveillance.

Hartman nodded, his expression stern.

"Brooke, the perpetrators this time are the notorious West Hill Five. Four of them are dead, but their leader is still alive and might be hiding somewhere in East Sea City, waiting for a chance to strike. Also, the person who killed the kidnappers is a formidable character. Be very careful while investigating. Don't take unnecessary risks.

If you need help, ask for backup immediately. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Captain. I'll be extremely careful."

Brooke picked up the file and saluted with a cheerful smile. "Captain, do you have any other instructions? If not, I'll get to work..."

"Go ahead, but be sure to stay safe..."

Hartman waved her off, though he couldn't help but give one last piece of advice.

"Captain, you can trust me completely... I'm heading out now."

Whether Brooke heard Hartman's warning was unclear, as her mind was already focused on the case.

Hartman sat alone in his office, his weathered and worried face barely visible through the swirling smoke. His heart was uneasy, a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen.

It had been many years since he last felt this way...

Promise Nelson left Violet Residence No. 1 with Campbell Watson, her expression icy and her entire demeanor radiating a "stay away" vibe.

She couldn't believe her dad had forced a male bodyguard on her-yes, a personal, 24/7 bodyguard.

This meant that this stranger would be moving into her private villa, invading her life. The thought of having a strange man's eyes on her all the time made her feel uncomfortable and annoyed.

"Campbell Watson, right? Listen up. I only agreed to my dad's request to keep him from worrying. It's just a temporary measure. I don't need a bodyguard, got it?"

Promise said as she drove her dad's Porsche, barely out of the villa gates, eager to lay down the law with Campbell, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Got it," Campbell replied casually, while admiring the luxury car.

Promise shot him a surprised glance.

She had expected a lot of back-and-forth, but he agreed so easily.

Well, that was good. It would make parting ways easier and less awkward for everyone.

"Okay, where do you want to go? I can drop you off," she offered, feeling a bit better about the situation. It was rare for her to offer a ride.

But Campbell's next words froze the smile that had just started to form on her face.

"Of course, to your villa at Sandalwood Palace. Your dad said I should protect you 24/7."

Campbell emphasized "24/7" and "personal" with a deliberate tone.

"Are you messing with me?" Promise's eyebrows knitted together, her voice cold with a hint of anger.

Was this guy serious? Was he making fun of her?

"Miss, protecting you is my duty. Until the contract expires, I will strictly follow it. Do you understand?" Campbell Watson said firmly.

Promise Nelson took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger. She asked coldly, "Fine, then tell me, how much did my dad pay you?"

"That's confidential. I can't disclose that."

"You... Fine. How about this? I'll give you an extra million. You can do whatever you want, and I'll cover for you. My dad won't know you didn't fulfill the contract. OK?"

Promise parked the car under the shade of a tree and turned to Campbell, offering him the deal directly.

"You're insulting my profession," Campbell replied, raising an eyebrow and rejecting her offer seriously.

Promise smiled faintly, showing the confidence of a businesswoman. She said slowly, "Getting paid twice and doing nothing-such opportunities don't come often. You should think it over."

"Miss, do you know how much I earn for a single mission abroad? At least five million dollars, and I take jobs based on my mood," Campbell said with a smirk.

Hmph... So he just wants more money, Promise thought with a cold smile. She had initially believed her dad's bodyguard might be different, but now she saw he was just like the others.

"Three million, that's my final offer," Promise said coldly, losing the last bit of respect she had for Campbell.

"Deal. Here's my bank card. Transfer the money," Campbell replied.

As soon as Campbell Watson heard "three million," his face lit up with a smile. He quickly pulled out a recently issued bank card and handed it over.

Promise Nelson felt a strong disdain for him but didn't say anything. She simply took out her phone and transferred the three million.

"The money's been transferred. Now get out."

"Tsk tsk, rich people sure are generous. Just like that, three million. Thanks a lot," Campbell said, grinning from ear to ear as he carefully put away his bank card.

Over the years, all the commissions he earned had been taken by his old master.

This bodyguard job was just his master's way of repaying a favor to Magnus Nelson, and he didn't get a single cent. He had less than fifty bucks left and was worried about money. Now, with just a few words, he had swindled three million. No more worries about living expenses.

Promise Nelson's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at Campbell with the corner of her eye. Her tone was icy as she barked, "Hey, I've given you the money. Why are you still sitting here? Get out!"

"Miss, you probably don't understand. Our profession has its own ethics. This three million is your apology for insulting my profession. Drive, back to the villa," Campbell said, patting the pocket with his bank card and leaning back comfortably in his seat.

"What do you mean? What apology? We agreed that you'd take the three million and leave. Now you're going back on your word?" Promise's face turned frosty, and the temperature inside the car seemed to drop several degrees.

Campbell sat up slightly, looking at Promise with a serious expression. "Miss, this three million is compensation for the insult to my professional integrity. Do you understand? And did I ever agree to leave after taking your three million?"

"..."

Promise felt like a herd of wild animals was stampeding through her mind.

Compensation for your integrity, my foot!

She had never seen someone so shameless.

Even with her good upbringing, she couldn't help but want to curse.

"Drive. I'm not leaving until the contract expires, unless you convince your dad to end it early," Campbell Watson said, crossing his arms with a smug look. This infuriated Promise Nelson, making her grit her teeth.

That jerk had the nerve to trick her and swindle three million dollars from her. She had never suffered such a loss before, and for someone who controlled a publicly listed company, this was an utter humiliation.

"You'll regret this, I promise," Promise said through clenched teeth, glaring at Campbell. She angrily stepped on the gas pedal and sped off.

She knew that the three million was as good as gone. The grudge between them was now set in stone. As she drove, her mind raced with plans on how to get back at him.

Meanwhile, Campbell sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. Three million dollars was a huge sum for him at the moment.

Should he hit up a bar tonight or get a massage?

****

At Violet Residence No. 1, Building 8, just after Campbell and Promise left, a burly man with thick eyebrows and a broad chest came down the stairs.

"President Nelson, is he the expert you hired to protect your daughter?" The man sat heavily on the couch, his voice deep and filled with undisguised disdain.

The man was Sebastian, the leader of the Action Group of the Ninth Bureau of Celestial Nation, also known as Ember Gate. This was the most secretive military organization in Celestial Nation, recruiting numerous martial arts experts to safeguard the nation's peace.

Sebastian was one of the top five commanders under Master Huston, the first war general, and a Grandmaster of the Earth level. He held the rank of Major General.

Recently, Magnus Nelson's bio-research department invented a technology capable of refining biological genes, which drew significant attention from the government.

Once perfected, this technology could be the most groundbreaking advancement in the field of biological genetics.

Somehow, word got out, and major foreign organizations also set their sights on this technology. Thus, Ember Gate specifically assigned Sebastian to protect Magnus and his research team, ensuring the technology didn't fall into foreign hands.

Promise Nelson, Magnus's only daughter, was someone Sebastian initially wanted to assign his own people to protect. However, Magnus insisted on finding someone himself.

Sebastian thought Magnus would hire some renowned martial arts expert, but to his surprise, Magnus chose an utterly ordinary person.

Sebastian couldn't see anything impressive about the guy. Despite his disdain, Magnus only smiled faintly and didn't argue.

"President Nelson, let me assign someone to protect your daughter.

This technology is crucial, and I don't want to give the enemy any opportunity," Sebastian suggested again.

"General Sebastian, thank you for your concern, but I don't want to involve my daughter. Besides, I believe Campbell Watson can protect her well. This matter is settled," Magnus replied, his tone polite but firm.

Sebastian felt a bit annoyed, but remembering his superiors' instructions, he suppressed his anger. He left with a final remark, "President Nelson, if anything happens, the consequences will be on you," and then turned to head back to the top floor of the villa.

"Franc, I need you to investigate that kid's background thoroughly... If anything seems off, take him out." Back at the top floor of the villa, Sebastian made a phone call.

There was no way he would let some random person protect Promise Nelson.

If the enemy captured Promise as leverage, the consequences would be dire.

He would never let that happen...

Sandalwood Palace Villa.

Located at the junction of East Sea City's Tech Park and Dragon Splendor District, it faced a large Dragon Heart Eco Park and had Southern Sandalwood Mountain at its back. The air was fresh, and the scenery was beautiful, rivaling even Violet Residence No. 1.

Promise Nelson's villa, near Southern Sandalwood Mountain, was called 'Mountain Cottage.' It wasn't very large, with two floors and an attic. There was a swimming pool, garage, and flowerbeds downstairs.

Though simple, it was tastefully decorated.

Promise walked in with a stern face. She was in a very, very bad mood.

"Hey, beautiful, don't be so stingy. Come on, give me a smile..."

"Jerk, get lost!"

Campbell Watson had tried to lighten the mood, but all he got was an angry shout from Promise.

Right now, Promise found Campbell extremely annoying and had no intention of being nice to him.

Campbell scratched his nose and gave an awkward laugh. But then he remembered he had just tricked her out of three million dollars, so he felt a bit better.

"Hey, beautiful, with so many rooms, which one do I get?"

Campbell followed her into the villa, looking around as he asked.

Promise Nelson casually pointed to the storage room on the first floor, then stomped up to her bedroom on the second floor, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Campbell Watson shrugged, unfazed.

Compared to the wild jungles of Africa or the war-torn regions of the Middle East, the storage room was paradise.

After tidying up a bit, night had fallen.

Campbell made himself a bowl of instant noodles for dinner and kindly asked Promise if she wanted some, only to be coldly rejected as expected.

After finishing his meal, Campbell sat cross-legged on the foldable bed, facing the sky with his palms up, and began to meditate under the moonlight.

Five years ago, in a mysterious place on the border between the Celestial Nation and Nepal, he had stumbled upon an ancient scroll made of animal hide.

The hide, seemingly impervious to time, was covered in ancient symbols that looked like tadpoles. It took Campbell nearly a year and consultations with dozens of ancient text experts to finally translate it.

The scroll contained a comprehensive guide to an ancient cultivation technique, along with alchemy, formations, medicine, and talismans.

Out of curiosity, he began practicing the ancient technique called the Yin-Yang Art.

Three months later, he actually sensed the strands of spiritual energy described in the scroll.

Thus, without a teacher, he embarked on this solitary path of cultivation.

So far, he had been practicing for four years.

Although he was still in the initial Qi Gathering stage of the first realm, his actual combat ability was comparable to a master in the martial arts world.

Moreover, as his practice deepened, he found the technique to be vast and profound, elevating his spirit and vitality.

The soft moonlight bathed him, making his skin glow with a white, frosty sheen, filling the room with a chill.

Campbell Watson was deeply immersed in his mystical cultivation, completely absorbed...

In the dead of night, when all was silent, Cody agilely scaled the wall of the 'Hillside Cottage,' crossed the lawn, and leaped up to the second floor of the villa like a monkey.

In the storage room where Campbell was practicing, he sensed something and opened his eyes. A flash of silver brilliance shone in his eyes, like two bright moons, but then his aura quickly retracted, making him appear like an ordinary person.

Barefoot, he walked on the cold floor, stood in the living room, and listened intently.

Suddenly, he jumped, grabbed the second-floor railing, and flipped himself up, landing steadily in the hallway.

"Ah... mmm..." Promise Nelson's muffled cries of distress reached his ears clearly.

Bang!

Campbell didn't hesitate. He burst through the door like a cheetah, charging inside.

With a powerful punch, a fierce wave of energy roared towards Cody, who was holding Promise hostage.

The force of the punch was like a tiger, arriving in an instant.

"Master of the Xuan-level martial arts!" Cody could only manage a shout before the overwhelming energy sent him flying, crashing hard into the nearby vanity.

The solid wood vanity shattered into pieces.

Thud!

Cody, leaning against the wall, barely managed to stand. He opened his mouth to say something but instead spat out a stream of blood, staining the black cloth covering his face.

Promise Nelson sat on the ground, dazed and confused, still in a state of shock.

"Hell Organization?"

Cody's left sleeve was torn, revealing a tattoo of two blood-red letters on his arm.

When Campbell Watson saw those letters, a terrifying killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Cody reacted quickly. Before Campbell could make another move, he grabbed Promise and threw her towards Campbell, then turned and ran out of the room.

"Ahhh..."

Promise screamed in fear, her hands flailing wildly.

Campbell reached out and caught her by the waist, spinning half a turn to set her down gently.

In that brief moment, Cody had already jumped off the balcony.

"Trying to run?"

With Campbell's skills, Cody wouldn't have gotten far if he chased after him. But just as he was about to give chase, Promise suddenly clung to his waist, wrapping her legs around his thighs like an octopus.

"Damn it..."

This delay allowed Cody to disappear completely into the night.

"Damn, you got lucky this time."

Campbell muttered under his breath in the direction Cody had vanished. Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he gently patted Promise's back, soothingly saying, "It's okay now, the bad guy is gone..."

Though Promise Nelson usually carried an air of aloofness and coldness, she was still a girl. Being suddenly confronted with such a situation in the middle of the night scared her out of her wits. Instinctively, she clung tightly to Campbell Watson, seeking a sense of security.

Dressed in a silk nightgown, Promise's front was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin, which was extremely tempting.

However, Campbell's mind was entirely occupied with the bloody letter tattoo he had seen earlier, leaving him no time for any inappropriate thoughts.

"Ah... you pervert... get out, get out!"

Slowly coming back to her senses, Promise realized her embarrassing state. She quickly pushed Campbell away and dived under the covers, both ashamed and angry, screaming loudly.

"Jeez, why are you screaming? It's not like I did anything to you," Campbell muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. He finally said, "You... you should get some rest," and then left the room.

Lying in bed, Promise stared at the ceiling with her beautiful big eyes, her mind in a whirl. Having faced danger twice today, and with her father suddenly assigning her a personal bodyguard, she keenly sensed that something was definitely wrong. Her father must be hiding something from her. But what?

The company was running smoothly, and even if they had competitors, it shouldn't have come to hiring thugs. Promise kept overthinking, and she barely got any sleep as she lay there wide awake through the second half of the night.

Meanwhile, back in the storage room, Campbell's previously restrained killing intent erupted like a volcano, filling the entire room with a thick, murderous aura.

"The Hell Organization... they've come to Celestial Nation too? And they're targeting the Nelson family. Old man, just what kind of mission did you take on..."

"No matter what, with me here, I'll kill as many as come. Consider it interest," Campbell Watson said, a cruel and sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

The killing intent around him was palpable and unwavering.

The blood-red 'H L' tattoo marked him as a member of the Western dark force known as the 'Hell' organization.

Campbell had a deep-seated vendetta against the Hell organization. Several of his closest brothers, comrades who had fought alongside him, had met gruesome ends at the hands of Hell's members.

He had sworn at their graves that he would destroy the Hell organization, even if it took his entire life.

However, the Hell organization was vast and powerful, boasting eighteen S-class assassins, each with strength comparable to the peak levels of the Celestial Nation. The leader of the organization was an extraordinary being, on par with a Celestial Nation Grandmaster.

With Campbell's current strength, the idea of annihilating Hell was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Moreover, the location of Hell's headquarters remained a mystery. He had spent five years investigating, but to no avail.

Now that he had encountered them in the Celestial Nation, he wasn't about to let this golden opportunity for revenge slip away.

The Hell organization was notorious for its ruthless methods and relentless pursuit of its goals. Having failed this time, they were sure to come back stronger.

Campbell thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a twenty-six-digit number.

"Boss? Where have you run off to this time, leaving us behind to have all the fun?" A sleazy voice answered on the other end.

Campbell had no time for banter. "Skyeye, I need you to prepare the latest set of electronic equipment for me, along with my gear. Send it over as soon as possible. I'll text you the address."

"No problem... Boss, where are you now? Got a new mission?" Skyeye, the tech genius of Campbell's Skywolf Mercenaries, was a master of all kinds of electronic devices and a top-notch hacker.

"Private mission... How's the base doing lately?" Campbell Watson's eyes showed a deep sense of nostalgia.

Skywolf Mercenaries was a mercenary organization he had built from the ground up. Every member was a brother who had faced life and death together. Only at the base did he feel a sense of home.

"The base is fine, but since you left, Boss Fox..."

"Hey, Eagle Eye, who are you talking to? Is it that jerk Campbell Watson?"

Suddenly, a commanding yet feminine voice interrupted, and even though it was from miles away, Campbell shivered at the sound.

He quickly threatened Eagle Eye on the other end of the line, "If you dare tell Fox where I am, I'll throw you into a pile of corpses in the Middle East and leave you there for three days and nights!"

With that, Campbell immediately hung up the phone.

On a small island in South Africa, a wild beauty dressed in a camouflage vest, black short shorts, and black combat boots glared at the phone that was now emitting a busy signal, her teeth grinding in frustration.

"That bastard dares to hide from me? Eagle Eye, where is that jerk now?" The wild beauty, known as Fox, placed one foot on a crate of ammunition, her eyes narrowing as she stared at a pale-skinned, nerdy-looking Asian youth in front of her.

"Boss Fox, I... I don't know..." The young man lowered his head, too scared to even breathe loudly.

In the entire mercenary group, he feared this wild beauty, code-named Fox, the most. Despite her sweet appearance and explosive figure, she was an expert in 108 different interrogation techniques. Known as the Queen of Torture in the mercenary world, even the toughest men couldn't withstand her methods...

"Eagle Eye, are you really not going to tell me?" Fox extended a slender finger, gently lifting the young man's chin, her eyes flashing with dangerous intent.

"Celestial Nation, the boss is in Celestial Nation. I'll send the address right away..."

Revealing the boss's location might get him thrown into a pile of corpses later, but that was a problem for the future. If he didn't talk now, he was certain he'd be in the torture chamber within seconds, experiencing every cruel method known to man.

Weighing the pros and cons, Skyeye didn't hesitate to betray the boss.

Beep beep...

As soon as Skyeye finished speaking, his phone received a text message.

Foxy opened the message, her alluring face breaking into a smile that could charm anyone: "You bastard, let's see where you run this time..."

Foxy tossed the phone into Skyeye's lap and strode out.

"Skyeye, if you dare report to him, I promise I have a hundred ways to make your life a living hell."

Her warning echoed from afar, causing Skyeye, who was just about to send a warning message, to tremble. His phone slipped from his hands and fell to the ground...

Skyeye swallowed hard, his face pale as he picked up the phone. He quickly deleted the message he had been composing and replied with a single word: "Okay!"