Henry's mission failed.

He had intended to sneak in alone to rescue Bailey. Now it seemed completely unnecessary. Bailey was a little bit stronger than he had imagined, and the two men who had robbed her were a bit of a fool.

Henry felt that the more he stayed here, the more mistakes he would make and the more identity information he would expose. Bailey wasn't stupid, and it would be troublesome if she saw through it.

Since it's fine, it's better to retreat early.

Thinking of this, Henry threw a feint at Bailey, then turned and crawled behind the floor-length curtain.

While Bailey was in a hurry to catch up, when he lifted the curtain, he found no one there, only the cold wind blowing through the open window crack.

Bailey stomped his foot, but he was still too slow to let the guy escape.

"What a great man! He moved so gracefully that he managed to escape unscathed." The two oddball in the room were still there, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, cheering Henry in admiration.

"You two." Bailey happened to have no place to vent his frustration, so the two people were delivered to the door.

Seeing Bailey approaching them step by step, the two of them felt a great danger coming towards them.

"Why haven't the police come yet?" Jam's teeth were fighting and trembling, making a soft clanging sound.

"I'll call the police right away and urge them." The John was so flustered that he pulled the phone out of his pocket. In a moment of inattention, the phone was dropped to the ground.

Just as the John was about to reach out to pick up the phone, a foot stepped on it faster than he did.

The john looked up and saw Bailey looking down at him.

"I'm going ahead of time. Remember to come to my grave on Qingming Festival and bring me some spicy strips. I love that." John had a look of fear of death.

"John..."

"Jam..."

The two huddled together and wailed loudly.

But just then the police arrived in time.

"We are police. Someone called for a hijacking here." A team of police officers broke into the door, each looking on guard and holding a gun.

However, the scene before them left the police puzzled. According to the content of the emergency call, it was supposed to be two men who had kidnapped a woman, but the scene looked completely different.

Who on earth kidnapped whom?

"I am the victim." Bailey stood still, lifted his face and shook his hair.

"The two of us robbers... Waaah... Please, police officers, arrest us quickly." The two people on the ground, seeing their relatives, rolled and crawled over and clung to the police officer's thigh, not letting go even to death.

The police officer was completely puzzled. After working for so long, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Bailey flicked up his long hair with his hand and said haughtily, "I myself am a coach of women's self-defense, and I'm a bit cautious in dealing with emergencies."

It was the policeman's expression of realization that the two unfortunate robbers had hit the gun barrel.

After giving her statement, Bailey went to the police station and only then did she notice Alvin's car parked in the yard.

Alvin beckoned Bailey to get into the car.

As soon as the door opened, Bailey saw Henry sitting inside, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Bailey saw that Henry's face was not quite right, his cheeks flushed suspiciously, and his gaze towards him was evasive. "Are you ill?" The usually laid-back, listless and sickly young master Morris was acting strangely today.

"No..." Henry replied guiltily, his hand holding the cup trembling slightly and the liquid in the cup rippling constantly. It was this hand that had just touched Bailey's chest.

"Miss Bailey, our young master was worried about you. It's all my fault for not being able to protect you and give you such a fright." Alvin, who was in the driver's seat, apologized.

"It's just that I wasn't vigilant enough." Bailey blamed himself for being careless and failing to notice something unusual in the taxi in time. "I'm just not lucky. I'm tough."

When she said this, she laughed bitterly.

"No, it has nothing to do with you. I'm the one who got you into trouble." Henry knew that his contact information was only known to people within the military region. And the fact that the two robbers were able to call him accurately at the first moment and threaten him indicates that the mastermind was not targeting Bailey but himself.

The idea had already formed in his mind when he received the call. But he had no time to focus on organizing his thoughts. Now he is lost in thought.

And Alvin is right. The more you show weakness, the more you guarantee safety. I've been lying low for so long, and now with a little bit of action, the Skyscanner has just completed its test flight and is being targeted again.

Henry was so absorbed in his thoughts that the nervousness he had felt when he first saw Bailey had vanished. Instead, there was a look of alert and wisdom on his face, his eyes shining brightly, his thin lips pursed into a line, solemn and stern, composed and reserved, like a lion ready to pounce and strike its prey at any moment.

Henry himself did not notice anything, but Bailey, sitting opposite him, saw for the first time Henry in such a cool and handsome manner. She wasn't just taken aback.

Although his face remained the same, Henry's appearance was completely different from usual with this expression.

Manly enough, masculine enough, flavorful enough.

Overwhelming presence, when you meet someone, you can make your opponent tremble without saying a word.

That's the style of a soldier.

In Bailey's previous life, the definition of a man's masculinity was not accurate enough. But it was not long ago, during her encounter with a masked man in black, that she had a real experience of it.

That kind of imposing figure like a mountain, that strong and powerful arm like steel, that powerful and intimidating aura like a king, all left a very deep impression on her.

The memory in her mind, like a slow replay of a movie, replayed frame by frame, and finally froze on the scene of a hand resting on her chest.

Puff.

This inappropriate scene for children irritated Bailey's nerves, and she couldn't hold back and spat out the coffee in her mouth.

The coffee splashed onto Henry's pants.

"Sorry." Bailey hurriedly pulled over a tissue and bent down to wipe the stain for Henry.

"I'll do it myself." Henry, who was lost in thought, now woke up from a dream and said to Bailey.

"Hey, what is this?" Bailey lifted the corner of Henry's foot and found that the fabric inside him was rather strange.

Henry took a look and thought to himself that the girl had discovered his black tight-fitting clothes that he didn't have time to take off.

"Nothing." Henry quickly covered up and pressed his trouser leg down with his hand.

"Let me see." Bailey couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but she felt that this fabric, that shine, that firmness, that black, somehow looked familiar to her.

That's just an ordinary undergarment. Henry turned his face away, and it seemed he was going to take a very special measure against Bailey.

"Don't you allow me to wear pants below?" He whispered to her.