CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: THE BIG BOSS WANTS TO RECOMMEND HIMSELF AS A PILLOW COMPANION?

Five years later, on the rooftop of a hotel in Country M

A slender, shapely woman stands facing the wind, clad in black clothes, black hair, and a black mask, exuding a commanding presence.

A group of black-clad bodyguards wearing earpieces enter one after another, forcing her into a corner.

The cold wind whips around, making her clothes flutter noisily.

"Rakshasa, hand over the goods. You have nowhere to run."

"The Dark Tower has made quite an effort this time, but..." the woman smirks, teasingly mocking, "Where did you get the idea that I have nowhere to retreat?"

She is the Rakshasa, the world’s number one agent. Even if there’s no path, she’ll carve one out, soaring through skies and escaping underground.

The bodyguards make way, and a man resembling a bodyguard arrives, pushing a wheelchair.

Suddenly, the restless wind halts.

The imposing pressure from a superior descends on everyone,

He sits quietly, like an immovable iceberg fallen from the sky, instantly intimidating the entire scene.

Is this the Lord of the Dark Tower?

Even he has been dispatched.

Inside, she’s cursing a certain little rascal from head to toe; this time she’s really screwed.

Suddenly.

Sharp, cold eyes stab forward.

Cold!

An icy chill piercing through the bone!

Rakshasa, no, Raina North’s heart trembles!

That gaze is like a scalpel, slicing open your skin, flesh, marrow, reaching your deepest core.

One glance, into the abyss.

And he is the abyss itself!

Danger!

The man’s thin lips draw sharp lines: "Leave the goods, or leave your life."

"To the victor go the spoils, the vanquished serve the bed. Is such an enthusiastic invitation to stay suggesting you’d like to offer your bed? But..." Raina’s playful eyes skim over the legs hidden beneath the blanket, "Are you sure you’re capable?"

The crowd gasps in shock; courting disaster isn’t done this way.

The deep black eyes beneath the mask flicker with a dark gleam: "You can try."

"Haha, next time then, I’m off to catch up on my beauty sleep, bye-bye~"

With that, she leaps, like a flying swift, into the boundless darkness.

At the same time, the man coolly orders: "Chase!"

A barrage of bullets follows closely.

Moments later

"Boss, she’s gone."

The man looks in the direction where she disappeared, his sharp wolf-like eyes trying to pierce through the endless darkness.

After a long while, he finally speaks: "Block all hotel exits, catch her like a turtle in a jar!"

His tone is calm and composed.

"Sir, the wind is strong on the rooftop, let’s head back inside."

The man nods, allowing his subordinates to push him back to his room.

Just as they exit the elevator, a bodyguard rushes over in a panic: "Something’s wrong, the young master is missing..."

The man’s ice-cold expression finally shows signs of cracking, the iceberg turning into a volcano, on the brink of eruption.

After a long pause, he speaks through gritted teeth: "Find him!"

Alert! Alert!

The hotel is in chaos.

A shadowy figure avoids the crowd, quickly darting into the restroom.

She removes her mask, revealing a delicate, fair Eastern face.

It is Raina North.

Five years, over a thousand days and nights, like a hammer, have tempered her former weaknesses, leaving her unbreakable.

Raina exhales deeply, finally unable to hold back her curses.

"You little rascal, you’ve really screwed me over this time. The Hawthorne Family actually hired people from the Dark Tower to protect the goods, and you let such important information slip?! The Four Divine Beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion, Black Tortoise—all deployed, forcing me to jump off the roof. I’m seriously doubting you’re trying to get rid of me so you can inherit my billions!"

Raina takes deep breaths, reminding herself that this little rascal is her flesh and blood.

Five years of raising him, killing him isn’t worth it.

But!

Raina looks in the mirror at her flushed face, feeling like dying.

Charm Powder.

The unique drug of the Lord of Vermilion.

With her skills, she can detoxify it, but once the toxicity is gone, Charm Powder becomes completely uncontrollable.

"Why say the obvious truth, is this baby really that kind of person? Killing you means this baby becomes an orphan and still has to raise your daughter."

Raina grits her teeth, thinking of that brat’s smug appearance. Damn it, this is all my own doing.

What can she do?

Endure it.

"Hurry up, these tails are too damned annoying."

"The whole hotel’s surveillance system has been hacked by this baby, Raina, walk boldly forward, package and take away any handsome guy you see..."

Raina: "..."

He’s even singing...

Raina is about to shout at the rascal to stop fooling around when she hears something, pausing to scan sharply towards a corner, suddenly meeting a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

Raina’s vigilance intensifies: "I’ll hang up now. Pack your things at home and prepare to flee; we can’t stay here."

Raina quickly cuts off the call and walks towards the corner.

"Come out."

The figure remains unmoved.

Raina lifts the cardboard box in the corner, revealing a beautiful little boy.

The boy is petite, with rosy cheeks, looking like a figurine, akin to a chubby baby in a New Year’s painting.

But he doesn’t seem very energetic, drooping his eyelids, listlessly curled in a fruit box.

He looks just like an abandoned puppy.

At the moment their eyes meet, Raina feels something lightly bump into her heart.

She shakes her head; now’s not the time for meddling.

With pursuers behind and poison in her body, she must leave the hotel immediately.

Or the consequences will be unimaginable.

Yet as she scrutinizes him, the little guy’s blank, cold face undergoes a change, his previously lost, watery eyes suddenly focus on Raina’s face, seeming to be drawn to her, raising his adorable, cherubic face and extending his tiny hands: "Ma-Ma!"

Raina’s steps halt, her mind focused on escape, yet her body instinctively lifts the child.

Upon contact, she’s scorched by the child’s feverish temperature.

Moreover, this fever is quite unusual.

It doesn’t seem like a cold-induced fever.

Raina’s gaze lands on the child’s chubby arm, noticing a tiny puncture mark.

Is this allergic reaction from an injection?

"Little guy, you’re lucky to meet me. Half an hour later, your life would have ended here."

Drug allergies can be severe. This little guy’s fever won’t drop, and his breathing has become labored. Without treatment, he could suffocate.

Considering this, Raina extracts a silver needle and inserts it into several acupuncture points on the child.

Moments later, his breathing normalizes, his fever starts to recede, and his spirits lift, looking at Raina with even more adoration: "Mama!"

"Little rascal, stop calling me that. I’m not..."

"Put the child down!"

Suddenly, a group of people appear in front of her.

Each with an unkind expression.

Raina notices the child’s fearful shrink.

An elderly couple steps out from the crowd.

"Excuse us, miss. This is our grandson, and he wandered off while being naughty."

Raina raises an eyebrow, her nose in the air: "Just because you say so? If you call him, will he answer?"

"Why bother talking to this woman, grab the child and let’s go."

"You damn woman, move aside if you don’t want to die."

Raina narrows her eyes, looking down at the timid child: "Don’t be afraid."

With one hand, she grips the wrist reaching out towards her.

Crack...