Bailey looked down. Oh no, he had forgotten that there were bruises on his body. This half-sleeved cardigan couldn't cover the entire arm, and there were several bruises exposed now.

Such injuries, not only Henry but even the female shop assistant, upon seeing them, couldn't help but cover her mouth in astonishment.

"I was in class, training with the students, and I ended up like this by accident." Bailey covered it up awkwardly.

"Are you not going to tell the truth?" Henry said, looking down at her with a cold gaze.

Did she think he was a fool? Did she think he hadn't audited her class? There are just a few pretty girls, with arms and legs as thin as paper. Could she be beaten like this?

And female self-defense is a kind of physical technique that a girl uses to get rid of or fight back against a criminal when she is attacked. Based the defension, not an aggressive fist technique. I've never heard of anyone using women's self-defense to attack someone actively. But now, judging from the bruises on Bailey's body, the martial arts that could have injured Bailey like this were either boxing, karate or kickboxing, one of the three.

"Henry, where do you put your eyes?" Bailey was very embarrassed to see Henry's gaze meandering around his body, especially some of the "vital parts". His gaze was as sharp as an X-ray, and Bailey felt as if he were naked under it.

"I have to look at the whole picture to analyze and judge the facts." Recalling how many calls he made last night she didn't answer, he became even more certain that she was lying.

"I..." That's the truth."

"Old..." Well, get rid of you. Be careful next time, okay? If you're seen by the onlookers who don't know the truth, they'll think I've committed domestic violence against you. Oh, it's actually you who are always assaulting me."

At Henry's insistence, the cheap half-sleeved cardigan was put aside and a Korean-style fitted mid-length trench coat was chosen instead.

Bailey was heartbroken when it was time to pay the bill, as the price was several times higher than that of the half-sleeved cardigan.

"There's a lot of space on this sleeve to prevent people from seeing what they shouldn't." Henry had a legitimate reason this time.

"If you go to an ordinary place, this price would be enough to buy a fur coat."

"Oh, you like fur, let's go and buy it right now." Henry took Bailey's hand and headed towards the fur transfer area.

"Fur? I still want a ball." Later, after Bailey's repeated entreaty, Henry gave up with some regret.

When he got Bailey into the car, Henry, with some unease, said, "..." Cough cough, well, just work moderately, don't work too hard. Hurt, I'm heartbroken."

"I know." Bailey got into the car as if she were fleeing. She was on tenterhooks, fearing that the longer she stayed with Henry, the more she would be exposed.

As the car moved on, looking in the rear-view mirror at Henry's smiling face, his upright figure, and his constantly waving arms, Bailey finally let out a sigh of relief, at least she had managed to hide it.

He watched the car go away and disappear at a turn.

The smile on Henry's face vanished at once. With a stern face, he gazed at the place where the car had disappeared. After a moment of thought, Henry took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, this is Henry."

"Hello, Sir Henry. This is the Special Forces Unit."

"Carry out the mission tonight, keep an eye on Bailey's every move and report at any time."

"Understood, Sir Henry."

Bailey, the difference between you and me lies in... Everything I want to hide from you can be concealed, but everything you want to hide from me can be seen through.

"Keith, what are you doing?" Paula tilted her head and held her phone between her shoulders, painting her nail polish and asking in a delicate tone.

"Nothing." Keith has been idle at home for days since he was fired from the party newspaper. He has been in a daze every day, eating instant noodles and drinking beer, not even going to the ground.

When he received Paula's call, it was like a death warrant. Keith almost told Paula about his dismissal. Fortunately, at the last moment, he stuck his tongue in a knot and mumbled.

"I feel so boring about life." But the next second, Paula's voice was filled with excitement. "I heard from my friends that the Fierce Fight Club has been very popular recently. There are fight matches every night and there are girls on stage. It's super cool. And if you bet on the right outcome, you can make a fortune and multiply your capital several times in one night. How exciting! Let's go tonight too."

Keith was not very willing to hear Paula's words. First of all, he was a quiet man and had no interest in the sport of fighting. Second, betting on victory or defeat is, to put it bluntly, a kind of disguised gambling. Keith has a literary pride in his bones, and he simply can't stand such collusion.

But no matter how tired he was, how could he not listen to Paula's words? Besides, it was an extraordinary time for him to lose his job. He had to make the princess happy so as not to be kicked away.

"Well, I'll go."Keith said rather helplessly.

"Then hurry up and book your tickets online. If you're late, there won't be any available." Paula urged.

Keith was taken aback. On ordinary days, whenever there was any expense between the two, it was always Paula who paid. Her monthly salary of several thousand dollars is not enough for her to get her hair done once.

Paula and Keith each got what they wanted. Keith was after money, Paula was after Keith's journalist name tag to show off her boyfriend everywhere.

But today, why did Paula let herself pay the bill?

"She's painting her nail polish and it's not dry yet. How can you book tickets online at this time?" Paula's reasoning was so compelling that Keith couldn't refute it.

Keith had no choice but to force himself to open the computer, and after booking the ticket, he was about to pay when a dialog box popped up showing that the account balance was insufficient.

Keith felt a sudden jolt in his head. He had been fired from his workplace, like a stray dog, and now his friends and comrades were avoiding him. Who could lend him money?

But if she didn't borrow money, she wouldn't be able to get a ticket here and Paula wouldn't be able to go to the fight match in the evening and would surely have endless fights with her.

Just when Keith was almost at his wits' end, he suddenly thought of someone. To be honest, his current miserable situation was not unrelated to this person. If he had spoken to him, in terms of human sense, he would have given him some face.

Thinking of this, Keith immediately found his phone and, trembling with his hands, dialed a number.

"Hello, is that Major Carl?"