“It’s safe now, Lady Sabina.”

Inside the villa, the moment Frederick collapsed to the ground, Sabina, clad in a lace hollow-out dress, went limp and fell forward into Luo An’s arms.

Luo An instinctively caught her and seeing her hands were still tied behind her back, he quickly pulled out another pen from his pocket and snapped it, while asking with a stern face:

“Lady Sabina, are you injured?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Sabina shook her head, looked up at Luo An’s face, and as soon as her hands were freed, she immediately touched Luo An’s cheeks, her eyes somewhat dazed as she asked:

“And you, Agent sir, are you hurt?”

“…”

Luo An’s expression stiffened.

However, recalling the men and women who had served Sabina in the club, Luo An understood; this was typical of Sabina.

Those who served Sabina were never unattractive, even the young black man Craig, who was a rare handsome fellow as per white aesthetics among blacks.

Moreover, from the moment Luo An entered the room, Sabina had stared straight at him, which even made the criminal, Frederick, a bit jealous… Sabina’s act of touching Luo An’s face was rather restrained.

“FBI!”

Right after Luo An removed Sabina’s hand from his face, Reesi holding a Glock 19 dashed upstairs into the bedroom. She shouted the slogan and then realized that the criminal was already lying face down on the floor, and Luo An was squatting on the ground holding Sabina.

“Phew–”

Seeing Luo An unscathed, Reesi put away her gun and heaved a great sigh of relief, then she slammed her hand on Luo An’s shoulder, cursing:

“Fu-k You! Luo An Greenwood! How dare you face an armed criminal wearing only a bulletproof vest? Do you have a death wish? The vest only protects your torso, not your brain!”

“I am fine, see.”

Luo An stood up from the ground, holding Sabina in his arms, turned and walked out of the bedroom towards the villa exterior, smiling,

“Trust me, I cherish my life very much.”

“Bullsh-t! You think I’d believe you?”

Hearing Luo An’s words, Reesi flipped him the middle finger from behind, but she carefully scanned him, and frowned,

“Luo An, where did you hide your gun? I didn’t see it.”

“Hide a gun?”

Luo An turned back, his face puzzled, not quite understanding Reesi’s point, or perhaps he was doubting if Reesi meant what he thought she meant.

The Sabina in his arms reacted, her face turning an unnatural red as she answered:

“Agent Luo An didn’t use a gun, he just killed the kidnapper with a pen.”

“W T F?”

Reesi gasped, she had been busy climbing over the wall to get into the villa and had not seen Luo An killing.

Hearing Sabina’s words, Reesi hurriedly turned the body lying back facing her, only then seeing the small back end of a pen sticking out of the corpse’s forehead.

The air in the bedroom fell silent for a moment, finally interrupted by Reesi’s somewhat hollow “Holly Sh-t!”

“Hello! Agent sir!”

Luo An was just walking out of the villa holding Sabina when a red-haired female reporter quickly ran up, shoved the microphone right to his mouth, her eyes filled with stars as she excitedly asked:

“What’s your name? How did you manage to kill a criminal with a pen? Is this a new course taught by the FBI agents? And, do you have a girlfriend?”

Luo An: “…”

Looking down at Sabina who also appeared interested, Luo An took a deep breath, curved up the corners of his mouth showing a standard eight teeth smile, then turned his head to Linette and replied:

“I’m sorry, Madame Reporter, I still have work to do, I am unable to answer. If you have any questions, please attend our chief’s press conference later, she will answer all your inquiries, thank you.”

With those words, Luo An took Sabina toward the spot where Darren was, no longer addressing the female reporter’s questions.

Seeing Luo An’s behavior, the cameraman grimaced with displeasure:

“What an arrogant man.”

“No, this isn’t arrogance!”

Linette interrupted the cameraman’s comment, staring unwaveringly at the handsome figure of Luo An:

“He doesn’t speak carelessly in front of reporters. This is a man with high emotional intelligence.”

The cameraman: “…”

Is it appropriate for you, a reporter, to say that?

“OH MY GOD!”

Seeing Luo An and Sabina, Darren, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately rushed over and hugged Sabina, his face flush and eyes brimming with tears:

“Sabina, my dear, are you alright? Are you hurt? The criminals didn’t harm you, did they? Damn it, if only I hadn’t gone on the business trip yesterday! It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry…”

As she watched her husband hold onto her without letting go, Sabina’s eyes also reddened, and she hugged his neck:

“I’m fine, Darren, I’m okay, I wasn’t hurt, sorry to worry you…”

Seeing Sabina who started crying on speaking, Luo An remained expressionless, inwardly exclaiming that women are truly born actors.

Turning to leave and give the couple their space, Sabina suddenly reached out and hooked Luo An’s arm.

“?”

Luo An turned his head in confusion, only to see Sabina, still clinging to Darren’s neck and with tears streaming down her face, making a phone gesture with one hand and silently mouthing to him:

“Call Me.”

“…”

Without another word, Luo An turned and walked away.

This woman was too skilled; he was still young and better not wade into these muddy waters, the waters were too deep, he couldn’t handle it, afraid he might drown.

—-

At the party, seeing Luo An on the TV ignoring the reporter’s questions and referring them to his superiors, Broson’s face turned red and then pale, his knuckles white with the grip on his glass.

Matthews, standing beside him, was visibly confused and his hand holding the wine glass began to tremble involuntarily.

“Broson.”

Dressed in a suit, his demeanor stern, and a bald old Caucasian, Councilman Ma Tai looked at the image on the TV, squinting his eyes slightly, took a sip of his drink and came over, unconcerned about Broson’s ugly expression, and asked bluntly:

“What’s the name of this agent? Do you have his contact?”

“… His name is Luo An Greenwood, I have his contact.”

Although Broson wished he could bite Luo An in the TV to death right then, facing the questions from Councilman Ma Tai, he gritted his molars and tried to steady his voice as he replied:

“I’ll have his details and contact sent to your assistant tomorrow.”

“OK.”

Councilman Ma Tai nodded with satisfaction, gulped down the last of his drink, and handed his empty glass to Matthews without even glancing at him, then turned and left the party with his entourage.

“….”

Looking at the glass in his hand and the retreating figure of Councilman Ma Tai, Matthews felt his throat parched and stayed silent for a long while before finally approaching Broson and whispered:

“Sir, I…”

He had barely started speaking when Broson turned around, his gaze ferocious as if to devour:

“G-e-t O-u-t!”

“… Yes, Sir.”