The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 252 - 256 Cultivating Emotions

Chapter 252: Chapter 256 Cultivating Emotions

James Brown’s hand, which was on Joan Wilson’s face, started to slide down into her neckline. Scared, Joan quickly pulled James’ hand away and glared at him fiercely.

James shuddered and hurriedly said with a fearful tone, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was following your lead and treated you like a one-night stand, so..."

Initially, Joan was so angry that she wanted to kill James, but seeing him like this, her anger dissipated. She gritted her teeth and said: "Yes, that’s the feeling I want."

"But... you didn’t let me continue." James frowned with a sad face.

"It’s okay, this time I’ll let you." Joan decided to let go, thinking since he had already seen and touched her butt, touching her chest wouldn’t matter much. Besides, if they were to maintain such roles, James’ actions were fitting for his persona.

"Really? It’s really okay?" James asked cautiously.

"Really, it’s okay. I’m not worried, what are you afraid of?" Joan stared at him.

"I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Joan looked at James, confused.

"I’m afraid... don’t get mad if I say it." James was hesitant.

"Stop acting like a sissy, just say it," Joan had already lost her patience.

James chuckled and said: "Alright, alright, I’ll say it. I’m afraid that after all this, you’ll cling to me insisting that I take responsibility. That would really be bad for me."

"Me, asking you to take responsibility?" Joan’s eyes widened in disbelief, and then she burst into laughter, laughing wildly. After a while, she forced herself to stop laughing and said, "Don’t flatter yourself, okay? Let me tell you, Joan Wilson would marry a chicken or a dog but would never cling to a playboy like you."

"That’s a relief then. Let’s continue." James grinned broadly, feeling relieved.

This somehow irked Joan. The guy was actually worried about her clinging to him. Despite being a police chief, and him merely being an employee, she felt she was worthy of him. She found it hard to accept his reasoning.

But at that moment, she didn’t want to argue about it anymore and was worried that James might lose the mood again, so she quickly said, "Then what else are you afraid of? Don’t make me treat you like a sissy again."

"No problem, I’ll show you right now that I’m a real man." James made a grabbing gesture with both hands, his face full of a lewd smile.

This made Joan feel a bit uneasy, so she quickly put her hand up to block him, saying urgently, "I told you, you just need to act the part, don’t actually do it."

"I’m confused, so are you letting me touch or not?"

"This... I only want you to foster that kind of emotion, not actually touch." At this point, Joan backed down.

"So if we encounter that situation tomorrow, should I touch or not?"

"Tomorrow..." Joan bit her lip hard and then said, "Then touch, I definitely won’t blame you, and you can treat me as your lover ."

James replied boldly, "Alright, since you said so, I won’t hold back when the time comes."

Joan snorted. Why did she feel like she was throwing herself into the tiger’s den? But, for the sake of the case, she was willing to go all out. Moreover, although she always criticized James verbally, deep down, she still considered him a good friend. So, even if James took advantage of her, she could somewhat accept it. If it were someone else, it would have been a different story.

James felt much better now, teasing Joan and completely relaxing. Suddenly, he had a realization. Relationships are all about fate. Whether it’s with Melody Yoody or Emma Campbell, it’s up to the future to determine who he could end up with. Why worry unnecessarily? Better not to think about it for now and enjoy his interactions with both, letting either choose him or he choosing one of them in the end.

While they were in love initially, whether he could continue with Melody depended on their future interactions or if she fit into his current life. As for Emma, their time together was still short, and she was young and not fully considerate of all factors. She might also change her mind in the future. Fixating on choosing between them was pointless if they might not even end up together.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? You’re smiling so... sleazily." Joan, who had twisted off James’s leg onto the bed, side-eyed James’s grinning face and couldn’t help but ask.

James laughed lightly and said, "I was thinking, tomorrow I can freely take advantage of you, and that excites me."

By then, Joan had calmed down and didn’t fall for James’s tricks anymore. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Alright, stop acting like a hooligan in front of me. I’ve realized you, although somewhat perverted, do have some standards. You’re not the type to harm young girls."

James immediately boasted, "Not bad, not bad. It seems you do have good judgment after all."

"Otherwise, do you think I would dare to let you help me?"

"This is the most disadvantageous help I’ve ever given."

"What disadvantage? Aren’t I letting you touch freely tomorrow? How more could you want?"

"There’s nothing good to touch, and after touching, you can’t do anything else."

"What else do you want to do?" Joan glared at James Brown.

James Brown chuckled and said, "I didn’t plan to do anything else. Let’s hurry and get this thing done. Otherwise, if your dad and mom come over and force us to get married or something, then I’d really be in trouble."

"Hmph, maybe one day I’ll actually force you."

"No way?" James Brown widened his eyes.

"You wish. I’m just messing with you." Seeing the terrified look on James Brown’s face, Joan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

James Brown finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after chatting and laughing for a while, they went over the details of tomorrow’s plan again.

"Hold on, there’s another important issue. You’re a well-known figure in the police force now. If you step in, won’t it be easy for people to recognize you?"

Joan immediately said proudly, "You don’t have to worry about that. The best thing I learned at the police academy is Makeup Skill Level. With makeup, I guarantee you won’t even recognize me."

"That’s really amazing, then I should also disguise myself. I don’t want them approaching me later."

"Don’t worry, I’ve already thought about that. Come over to my place tomorrow afternoon, help me buy some stuff, and then I can turn you into someone else."

James Brown pondered, "Their power is vast, and it’s quite easy for them to investigate a person. If they find out my identity doesn’t match what I’ve said, wouldn’t that give me away?"

"I’ve thought about that too. The identity I’m giving you is a guy who just got caught by a classmate of mine at the academy. He’s not from YODC City, so you don’t have to worry about them figuring out your true identity."

"What if they try to check through people in your police department?"

Joan rolled her eyes at James Brown and said, "Do you think this is some kind of movie? I believe there are definitely quite a few people involved with the smuggling ring, but they can only serve as their protectors. No one directly involved will be many, so they won’t be able to use our internal system to investigate anything."

"Then I’m relieved."

Joan patted James Brown’s leg and said, "Don’t worry, no matter what, I’ll ensure your safety."

Looking at Joan’s confident gaze, James Brown chuckled inwardly. Though she was giving him reassurance, he wondered if Joan could really guarantee her own safety.

The next morning, James Brown went to deliver food to Joan and spent half a day at the company. He didn’t see Gina Lopez and wasn’t sure if her scare yesterday had kept her from approaching him. However, when he met Sunny Nguyen, she quietly complained that James Brown hadn’t taken her home the previous day, causing her to wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where she was.

After noon, he took leave and went directly to Joan’s house. By then, Joan had already dressed, and although the wound had fully scabbed over and was not a major issue under normal circumstances, walking was still very uncomfortable.

However, for the case, he kept gritting his teeth and enduring, although walking always looked awkward.

"I have a way that can make it painless for you to walk."

"What way?" Joan immediately grabbed James Brown’s arm in excitement.

James Brown took out a band-aid and said with a smile, "Just stick this on, and it won’t chafe when you walk."

"Then hurry up and stick it on me." Joan immediately lay down on the bed, pulled down her pants without waiting for James Brown to say anything, revealing her bare buttocks.

James Brown sweated a bit; Joan was taking down her trousers so casually in front of him, completely unguarded between genders.

Quickly pulling out the band-aid, James Brown applied it to Joan’s wound. As soon as Joan pulled up her trousers and walked a few steps, it was indeed much more comfortable. She gave James Brown a thumbs up and said, "You, you really do have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

"Of course." James Brown smiled proudly.

However, Joan’s expression suddenly changed, and her hand gripped James Brown’s arm tightly, speaking fiercely, "You, you had such a good solution, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Were you intentionally taking advantage of me?"

James Brown hurriedly protested, "It’s a misunderstanding! If I put that on, it won’t heal well. In this hot summer, covering it up, when would it heal? Not sticking it allowed you to heal so quickly."

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true. Otherwise, you can try cutting a wound on your hand, compare with and without sticking a band-aid, and see which heals faster."

"Forget it, I won’t try that. Alright, I’ll believe you then."