Eagle King shook his head. He had arrived early and already eaten his fill; he was quite full. "Samantha," he said, "these snacks weren't bought by me. Jeremiah bought them just now."

Samantha understood immediately. 'Showing affection is definitely Jeremiah's forte,' she thought.

Eagle King watched Yvette eating and Jeremiah pouring her juice, letting out a couple of "tsk" sounds. Even the toughest men soften up in front of the boss, he thought. The man who can win Yvette's heart must have some serious skills.

After dinner, the group gathered. It was late, and Yvette was nestled on the sofa with Jeremiah serving as her personal human pillow. Except for the occasional curious glance from Eagle King, the others were calm; they'd seen worse.

Emmett, Charles, and Samantha each held a detailed dossier on the major drug lords in Voraxia. The information was so thorough it impressed Charles and the others. Eagle King didn't seem the type to be so meticulous.

Noticing their skeptical looks, Eagle King felt frustrated but remained silent. "These dossiers cost me 1.5 million dollars on Black Gold," he thought. "How could they not be detailed?"

Charles put down the dossier. "So, there are three major drug lords in Voraxia, controlling the majority of the drug market. Ms. Miller emerged four years ago and became a powerful drug lord in just a few short years."

Emmett glanced at Ms. Miller's hobbies and personality section, his mouth twitching slightly in surprise. "Prefers women?" Samantha asked. "Are you sure about her hobbies?"

Eagle King hadn't thoroughly read the dossier upon receiving it; he wasn't particularly interested in the drug lords' details. Hearing Emmett's question, he picked it up and took a closer look, finally understanding Emmett's surprise.

Eagle King was certain the information was accurate. No one would dare lie to him.

He nodded. "It's true. The information is spot-on. She prefers women, beautiful women."

Silence fell. They'd imagined ten thousand scenarios, but not this. This was going to be difficult.

Yvette lifted her eyes, her delicate eyebrows arching slightly. Lightly tracing her coffee cup's rim, she said nonchalantly, "Interesting."

Jeremiah's hand tightened around her waist. He hadn't forgotten his rival's superhuman abilities. His breath warm, he whispered, "Do you find her interesting? Or do I?"

Yvette looked up. "Don't compare everyone to yourself."

Jeremiah laughed. Yvette always left him speechless.

Samantha reviewed the dossier, puzzled. "Eagle King," she asked, "the dossier has photos of the other three major drug lords, but why is there no photo of Ms. Miller?"

Eagle King explained, "Samantha, Ms. Miller rarely shows her face. When she does, she wears a mask. Only her closest confidants have seen her true appearance."

Samantha was troubled. They knew it was a woman, but now faced another challenge: knowing it was a woman but not knowing what she looked like.

Eagle King, noticing their expressions, paused. "Actually, I heard from a local friend that Ms. Miller goes to the Cobalt Blue Bar on this street every Thursday. But this is just a rumor; eighty percent hearsay, twenty percent credible. Who knows?"

Yvette, lounging on the sofa, leaned back lazily, defiance in her eyes. "We'll go to Cobalt Blue Bar the day after tomorrow." The others nodded.

Since it was a rumor, there had to be some basis. They would only know by going. They chatted, then dispersed.

Eagle King lingered. Jeremiah, noticing this, knew they had something to discuss. "I'll be back in a bit," he said to Yvette.

Yvette played a game, glanced at Eagle King, and said, "Hmm."

After Jeremiah left, Eagle King hesitated. "Boss," he began, "since you're investigating Ms. Miller, if you ask that man for help, it will be solved in no time. Last time, during our vacation in Southeast Aploth, he was still thinking about you, wondering why you didn't visit him. He's become quite formidable, a little wolf pup who has his people under tight control."

Yvette continued playing. As Eagle King finished, she completed a level. She put down the game, pursed her lips, and her gaze fell on Eagle King. Her head tilted; her eyes were dark and intense.

Eagle King straightened, rigid as a schoolboy. He wasn't afraid of Yvette talking; he was terrified of her silent stare. It was bone-chilling.

Yvette averted her gaze. "No need," she said nonchalantly. "He has his own path and doesn't need to be involved."

Eagle King understood. Asking for that man's help was out of the question.

Yvette raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Don't you trust me?"

Eagle King shook his head wildly. 'No way,' he thought. 'Even if I don't trust anyone, I wouldn't doubt the boss. It's just... a shortcut.' "Boss," he said, "don't scare me like that. If I can't trust you, who can I trust? Let's do it your way. I haven't taken a job in a year; I'm getting lazy. It'll be good to stretch my legs."

Yvette nodded slightly. "You can go now. Have him come in."

Eagle King's heart sank. 'The boss clearly favors her man over her friends,' he thought.

Jeremiah re-entered, seeing Yvette propped up, swinging her feet. In a deep voice, he said, "Wanna take a shower together?"

Yvette stretched out her hand, glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and curled her lip. "Carry me." Jeremiah, in a restrained casual outfit, strode over and scooped her up. Looking at the compliant Yvette, his eyebrows curved upward, and he smiled softly. "Don't beg later," he whispered.

Yvette looked at him, her smile challenging. "Don't say you're tired later."

Mid-night, a gunshot shattered the night's tranquility, jolting everyone awake. Yvette and Jeremiah woke simultaneously, exchanged a glance, quickly dressed, and turned on the lights.

Yvette walked to the window. Below, heavy vehicles—about ten—lined up, and people wearing black masks and carrying heavy firearms continuously streamed out.

Yvette, seeing this, didn't panic. She raised an eyebrow and said with interest, "Looks like we won't be getting any sleep tonight."

Jeremiah put on his jacket and walked to the window.