The Supreme Soldier in the City

"I don’t care, it’s your own fault for biting me." James Brown just disappeared, vanishing from Gina Lopez’s sight.

"Hey, James Brown, you can’t just leave me here alone!"

"Jerk! If you have the guts, don’t come back. If you dare come back, watch how I’ll deal with you!"

Gina Lopez called out a few times but saw no sign of James, both angry and annoyed. She didn’t know where he had run off to, probably not even hearing her words at all. All she could do was angrily grab the medicine kit, preparing to treat her foot herself.

"Huh, you’ve already fixed it for me." Gina put her injured right foot on her left knee, only to discover that the sole of her foot had already been treated. There was no bandage, just some iodine applied on the wound. But she knew her injury was not serious; it was just a puncture from something sharp followed by a scratch, and this treatment was already sufficient.

"This jerk, after treating it, he just leaves me here, that’s way too irresponsible. Whoever marries you is really unlucky for lifetimes." Gina muttered to herself, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw James Brown, which startled her. Clutching her chest, she said irritably, "Do you know it’s possible to scare someone to death? Could you make some noise next time you show up?"

James Brown had a cigarette in his mouth at that moment; he had gone back to find his smokes. He was smiling at Gina and said, "You make some sense there, so it seems you definitely won’t be the one suffering from lifetime’s misfortune."

Gina felt an anticipation in James’s eyes and felt very uncomfortable inside. Why was this guy so fond of her? To help him with that case, she almost lost herself to him, and now he could still look at her with such an expectant gaze, with a teasing tone in his voice.

Gina Lopez was not about to let James Brown have his way. With the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, she said lightly, "Sorry, meeting you was bad luck for one lifetime, knowing you was bad luck for two lifetimes. Pretending to be my boyfriend was three lifetimes of bad luck, having you work at my company was four, resigning and ending up at the same company was five, and pretending to be your wife that day made six lifetimes of bad luck. I’ve been through six lifetimes of bad luck, I’m not afraid to add a couple more."

James Brown’s eyes widened as he looked at Gina, then he gave her a thumbs up and said, "The boss is the boss, your words are really high-level, just like a tongue twister."

"Never mind whether it’s a tongue twister, just accept your fate."