Chapter 118 Chapter 118: Better Than Dossoles!
Chapter 118: Better Than Dossoles!
On the intercity cruise ship bound for Dossoles,
"You, first time on a ship?"
"Not exactly, but I've never been on one this big."
Fiammetta lay listlessly in Kevin's arms, holding a cup and taking small sips of water.
Although her seasickness wasn't too severe, for a "delicate and frail" Lupo lady, of course she had to take this opportunity to act a little spoiled~
"Rest well."
"Mhm, so... can I have a comforting kiss?"
Fiammetta nervously closed her eyes, revealing her true intentions!
"......"
"Mmm? No? Or do I need to take the initiative?"
After waiting a long time without a response, she quietly opened one eye and asked tentatively.
"......."
"Hmm~ What's the deal? This mouth isn't hard at all, it's quite soft actually..."
Watching the two people cuddling on the bench, Dusk's expression soured, and she lost all interest in painting seagulls.
"Indecent, morally corrupt, shameless..."
She did her best to hurl every "vicious" phrase she could think of, while viciously adding a few strokes to the drawing paper in front of her.
"You should get down now."
Kevin silently patted the hands she had wrapped around his neck. Without any restraint, she was becoming more and more unrestrained.
"Okay."
After snuggling in comfortably one last time, Fiammetta reluctantly detached herself.
Woo——
The cruise ship sounded its horn as it docked, revealing a vast and luxurious city.
Bolívar's annual golden tourist city — Dossoles!
"Dossoles? It really looks exactly like the promotional brochures and TV."
Pozëmka held a tourist guide bought at the port. These days, anything with a tourism angle basically has some degree of false advertising.
But one as true-to-picture as Dossoles is truly rare.
"This is Dossoles?"
Blue hot pants, a black full-coverage bikini top, wearing a blue-and-white cap with the abbreviation "I ♥ Lungmen" on it, and carrying a long, cloth-wrapped object on her back.
Her exposed waist and abdomen showed clear abdominal lines, paired with a pair of long legs, making her appear exceptionally heroic.
"Ch'en! Are you here to have fun too?"
"Huh?"
Ch'en looked up in surprise. She could run into acquaintances here?
"It's you two?"
Fated enemies... ahem, a twist of fate. Who would have thought she'd see them while on vacation.
"Yeah, but this time we came by ship, so we didn't break any traffic rules."
Pozëmka teased.
"Heh heh, don't worry, I don't currently have any intention of taking on a part-time job in Dossoles."
As long as it's not during work hours and the other party isn't breaking the law or committing crimes, she's actually quite easygoing with people.
"Since we're all here as tourists, do you two want to join me? I have a subsidy from Lungmen, so I can save you some money."
Ch'en didn't see any problem with this. This time the subsidy wasn't coming out of Lungmen's own pocket; she was an invited guest, so of course Dossoles would cover it.
"Ah? No need, no need. But we can walk together."
Her own family probably wasn't short on money, right? Fiammetta hurriedly declined.
"Alright then. It's good since it's my first time here too; we can look out for each other."
Ch'en looked at Kevin, as if wanting to know his opinion. Or rather, she was genuinely curious about what abilities this "hero" who stopped Chernobog actually possessed.
"Fine."
Kevin was just about to nod when several burly men in uniforms approached. Their nearly two-meter-tall stature gave off a rather oppressive feeling.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Ch'en?"
Looking for trouble? Ch'en frowned. Although she thought it unlikely, her right hand still rested on the long object behind her back.
"I am."
"The Mayor has ordered us to await your arrival."
"It's just a vacation; no need for such a grand reception."
"You are an honored guest. The Mayor is very eager to meet you."
Knew it couldn't be that simple.
Ch'en sighed helplessly and said with some apology:
"I'm sorry, something suddenly came up on my end. Let me go take care of this first, then I'll come find you. How about we meet downtown at 4 PM?"
"
It's fine, Officer Ch'en, go ahead with your business. We won't be in any danger."
Fiammetta hugged Kevin's arm and reassured her.
"Thank you for your trust and support in our Dossoles inspectors, Miss. Please rest assured, Miss Ch'en, your friends will absolutely not encounter any danger."
Under Fiammetta's slightly exasperated gaze, the security personnel hired by the mayor patted his robust chest and guaranteed.
No, who said anything about trusting and supporting your Dossoles inspectors?
It's obviously trust in Kevin!
"Then it's settled. See you this afternoon."
After bidding farewell to Ch'en, Kevin and Fiammetta drove straight into the city.
Luxury, cheerfulness — this was the first impression Dossoles gave. Groups of people wearing light summer clothes were everywhere, moving back and forth between the beaches and shops.
Alcohol, cold drinks, bikinis, reveling crowds.
Bars, casinos, restaurants.
In such an environment, Kevin and Fiammetta, dressed properly, became the odd ones out instead.
"The beach and coastline seem pretty nice, but it feels a bit too..."
Fiammetta couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Prosperous, decadent. But if it's just a tourist city, it's sufficient."
Kevin's assessment hit the nail on the head.
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"We hope you enjoy your stay in Dossoles."
After eating at the hotel and changing clothes, Kevin put on a white shirt and black shorts, wearing flip-flops on his feet.
Fiammetta changed into a plain white knee-length dress. Her pink hair was combed very straight, and she wore a sun hat on her head. She looked somewhat conservative, at least compared to the women outside.
"Shall we go meet Officer Ch'en first?"
"That would be proper."
The two walked out like that. Fiammetta's exquisitely beautiful face naturally attracted many gazes, but due to the physiological sense of oppression Kevin gave off beside her, no one dared approach.
"Miss, would you be interested in... someone as beautiful as you could make big money in one night."
"Get lost."
Not long after leaving the hotel, Pozëmka spotted her target. It wasn't that her eyesight was particularly good; it was simply because Officer Ch'en standing alone downtown had attracted many single men to approach her.
But whenever some self-proclaimed excellent guy tried to strike up a conversation, he would always receive a simple yet cold reply.
"Miss, maybe you should reconsider."
Faced with a persistent pest, Ch'en's expression turned cold. As the head of Lungmen's Inspection Team, did they really think she was some pushover?
"I don't want to repeat myself."
The man felt a chill run through his entire body and could only mutter:
"If you don't want to, fine. No need to be so fierce. It's not like I'm short of female company anyway."
......
"Sigh."
Ch'en held her forehead. This was the sixth one within ten minutes.
"Ch'en, sorry to keep you waiting."
"It's fine. You're very punctual; I just arrived too."
Hearing Fiammetta's voice, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she wouldn't have to keep standing here foolishly anymore.
make him wear star sunglasses please itd be so funny