The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 98 Trouble

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Trouble

James Brown didn’t pay attention to Helen Wilson and headed straight for the entrance of the neighborhood.

"Wait!" Helen Wilson suddenly turned around and called out to James Brown.

James Brown stopped walking and turned around, speaking cautiously, "Officer Wilson, what now?"

Helen Wilson approached James Brown, stared into his eyes with knitted brows, and said, "Where were you at nine o’clock this morning?"

"At work, of course. I was with my boss and the director, and they can all vouch for me. Whatever case you have, I have an alibi. Don’t try to pin this on me."

Helen Wilson waved her hand dismissively and said, "It’s not about any case, never mind, I won’t talk to you about it." Then she turned around and walked away again.

James Brown felt somewhat amused. Officer Helen Wilson had caught a criminal and made an achievement, yet she still seemed distracted.

Just as he was about to enter the neighborhood, Helen Wilson once again called out to him, which really left James Brown speechless. He turned around and said, "Look, Officer Wilson, what do you really want?"

Helen Wilson hesitated, then said, "Are you free tonight?"

"I do have time, but what is it you want, Officer Wilson?" James Brown asked, clearly puzzled.

Helen Wilson said, "Then have dinner with me tonight."

James Brown immediately widened his eyes, "Officer Wilson, are you asking me on a date?"

Helen Wilson’s eyes darted sharply, as she snapped, "Nonsense. What meeting would I have with you? I just feel a bit stifled and wanted to talk to someone."

James Brown patted his chest, looking relieved, "You really scared me. I thought you were trying to pursue me."

The expression on James Brown’s face, the words he spoke, nearly infuriated Helen Wilson to the point of spitting blood. She angrily said, "What do you mean by that? Am I not good enough for you?"

James Brown chuckled sheepishly, "No, no, I didn’t mean that at all. Officer Wilson, you are so beautiful, absolutely enchanting. How could you not be good enough for me? It’s I who am not worthy of you."

Helen Wilson looked at James Brown’s insincere expression and felt annoyed. After all, she was a beautiful woman with a good job, and there were many men pursuing her. If she asked any of them out to dinner, they would surely accept with excitement. Unlike James Brown, who acted as if it were such an inconvenience. It was utterly infuriating.

"Are you going or not?" Helen Wilson demanded with a stern gaze.

"I’ll go... but let’s make it clear, Officer Wilson, we are only going to eat, no drinking."

"Why no drinking?" Helen Wilson fixed her gaze onto James Brown.

James Brown laughed nervously and said, "Officer Wilson, as you know, people tend to do impulsive things when they drink."

Helen Wilson snorted, "At least you’re self-aware," giving James Brown a dismissive glance.

James Brown smiled wryly and added, "I have confidence in myself—I just fear that you, Officer Wilson, might drink a bit too much and then... heh heh..."

"What did you say?" Helen Wilson’s anger, which had just settled, was instantly reignited, and she felt an urge to kick this guy to the ground.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I also believe in Officer Wilson’s integrity. You definitely wouldn’t do that sort of thing."

Helen Wilson almost spat out a mouthful of blood. That look on his face clearly showed he didn’t believe her at all. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You really think too highly of yourself."

"Yes, yes, I may be popular with the girls, but I know that Officer Wilson has absolutely no interest in me."

"Are you going or not?" Helen Wilson shouted.

"I’ll go! I’ll go!" James Brown hastily agreed, like a henpecked husband.

"Hmph!" Helen Wilson snorted coldly and walked away.

The two arrived at a modestly sized restaurant with a nice environment and a pleasant private room that was quite quiet.

"Order whatever you want," Helen Wilson said harshly, tossing the menu to James Brown.

James Brown replied cautiously, "So I should really order now?"

"Nonsense, just order if I tell you to," Helen Wilson snapped back, clearly irritated by James Brown’s demeanor.

Only then did James Brown order four dishes, two meat and two vegetable. The waiter took their order, sneakily observing the pair, completely unable to figure out their relationship.

"And bring a dozen beers," Helen Wilson called out before the waiter left.

As soon as the waiter was gone, James Brown immediately tensed up, "Officer Wilson, didn’t you say we weren’t going to drink?"

"Can’t I just drink now?" Helen Wilson glared.

"Fine, then drink," James Brown put on the face of a man on his way to the gallows.

Seeing James like this, Helen felt quite a bit of relief, but then she fell into a daze as she thought about the day’s events. James didn’t speak to her until their food arrived, and by then, Helen was still lost in thought.

Only when the sound of eating rose did Helen snap back to reality, only to see James gorging himself on the food. Of the four dishes, he’d already eaten half of each.

"Are you a pig or something? How can you eat so much?" Helen was instantly frustrated, thinking to herself how this guy just started eating on his own and had already consumed so much, acting as if he were there just to take advantage.

James chewed several more bites, then swallowed everything in his mouth. His cheeks finally deflated as he said, "Officer Wilson, I saw you didn’t seem to want to eat, so I was afraid the food would go to waste. That’s why I ate it."

"Who said I wasn’t going to eat? I was just thinking about something." Helen picked up her chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls as well, feeling that if she didn’t start eating, this jerk James would finish off everything.

After snatching a few bites, Helen noticed that James stopped eating and was just smilingly watching her, which made her face turn red. "What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a beautiful woman eat before?"

"I have seen beautiful women eat, but to eat as fast as you are, as though someone were competing with you for it, that’s definitely a first for me," he replied.

"You..." Helen held back the urge to throw her chopsticks at James’s face and snorted. She grabbed a bottle of beer, poured a glass, and said, "Drink."

"For real?" James asked cautiously.

"Stop talking." Helen lifted her glass again and downed it in one go, staring at James.

James drank a glass "against his will and desire," while Helen poured another glass right away, forcing James to keep drinking with her. It seemed the more reluctant he was, the more she wanted to make him drink.

Before long, they had each drunk two bottles. Helen’s face was flushed, and she was starting to feel tipsy.

Setting down her glass with a thud, Helen suddenly sighed and said, "James Brown, I’m really feeling down right now."

With a smile, James quipped, "Tell me what’s got you down. It might cheer me up."

Helen glared at him but didn’t lose her temper. "Today I caught two criminals, and they were wanted felons."

"Well, that’s a good thing. Congrats!"

"Then the department praised me. Not only am I getting a bonus afterward, but I’ve also been promoted to deputy chief."

"Congratulations, congratulations. From now on, Deputy Chief Wilson, you have to look out for me."

With a wry smile, Helen said, "It should have been a good thing, but I didn’t catch those two by my own ability. Someone else was helping me, and that’s how I managed to nab them."

"What’s wrong with getting help?"

"What do you know?" Helen glared before sighing again. "The main thing is, the department now credits all the merits to me and won’t let me reveal that someone helped me. It makes me feel awful."

James looked at Helen with surprise. He had to reassess her; this beautiful officer was not just brave but also unmaterialistic—a rare find indeed.

"Did you know? Today I faced two knife-wielding crooks. If I were alone, they would have definitely killed me. But that man, just like that, knocked one of them down so he couldn’t get up." As Helen spoke of that master, her eyes lit up. Paying no attention to James’s reaction, she was completely engrossed in her memory, whispering wistfully, "That master also left the other crook for me to practice on and taught me a lot of practical martial arts skills. He was really incredible."

James sipped his drink and responded, "Sounds pretty incredible."

Proudly, Helen boasted, "Of course, he’s the most formidable person I’ve ever met. I really want to find him to thank him and then ask him to be my teacher, to properly instruct me in martial arts skills."

"Oh..." Seeing how excited Helen got while saying this, with a faint blush on her face, James couldn’t help but touch his nose, realizing that Helen had taken a liking to the man he’d impersonated—quite the unexpected turn.

"James Brown, how can there be such incredible people in this world?" Helen looked up at James.

James chuckled and said, "I don’t know about being incredible, but I think he helped you like that, he might be after you."

"Really?" Helen exclaimed, surprised and delighted.

James just facepalmed. He had wanted to speak ill of himself but hadn’t expected Helen to react in such a way. "Yeah, he’s probably trying to hit on you, to play you, using this method to make you remember him. You should be careful."

Helen abruptly stood up, rushed over, and grabbed James by the collar, shouting angrily, "Don’t you slander him. If you keep this up, I’ll make you pay."

Feeling sweat on his forehead, James thought he was only speaking ill of himself, yet Helen’s reaction was so intense. What was this all about? He awkwardly said, "Okay, okay, I’ll stop."

Then Helen snorted, let go of James, and went back to her seat. Propping up her cheek with her hand and squinting her eyes, she said dreamily, "If he really fancies me, that would be wonderful."

Clang! The glass in James’s hand fell to the floor and shattered. This lovesick woman was really something else. A woman like Helen showing such a smitten expression was truly astonishing.