The Supreme Soldier in the City

"No wonder Emily Berns despises you so much. But since she hates you that deeply, you must have faced quite a lot of trouble back then," Lucy Campbell mused, looking at James Brown with a puzzled expression.

James Brown shrugged and said, "I was terrified afterward. Having a quarrel with her was one thing—nobody would pay any attention to that—but sleeping with her was a grave mistake. I thought for sure I’d be kicked out of the squad, but nothing happened. No one brought it up, as if nobody even knew about it."

Lucy Campbell remarked, "Looks like Emily Berns didn’t tell anyone. As a girl, sharing something like that would naturally cause embarrassment."

"That must be the case. But whenever she saw me again, it was like encountering her nemesis; she wouldn’t stop until she had tortured me to the bitter end. I felt guilty and could only endure it passively. After the mission was completed and I returned to the squad, I never saw her again."

Lucy Campbell didn’t ask if Emily Berns had contacted James Brown afterward; she knew very well that the Hawk Squad was a secretive state organization. Only high-ranking officials were privy to its existence, and James Brown must have carried out his missions under an alias. There was no way Emily Berns could uncover his real identity.

"But it seems like Emily Berns hasn’t given up on getting back at you," Lucy Campbell teased James Brown with a smile.

James Brown smiled wryly and said, "Exactly. Ever since then, I’ve been avoiding her entirely. Though I’ve seen her a few times, she never recognized me again. Who would have thought that after returning to YODC City, I’d run into her again."

"Ha, if she were to find out your true identity, you might never find peace. From what I know about Emily Berns, she certainly isn’t the type to let things slide easily once she’s been wronged."

James Brown shuddered and said, "Luckily, I managed to bluff my way through this time. You won’t reveal my identity to her, will you?"

Lucy Campbell quipped playfully, "That’ll depend on how well you behave."

James Brown couldn’t help but chuckle at her mischievous demeanor. There was something charmingly alluring about her girlish manner—it was impossible not to smile. He laughed and said, "Alright, name your conditions. If I can do it, I promise to agree to it."