Law America, the Devil's Agent

"This is the free America, bro."

"Your crime of selling leaves and tonics is not as serious as your crime of selling anabolic steroids."

Link, still in a relaxed tone, explained to this low-level drug dealer who used muscles instead of brains:

"And you just said 'Mexico goods'."

Customs, DEA, smuggling, cross-border trafficking... If any of these words are attached to your citizen file, even if it's just a suspicion, you won't even be able to get into a gym anymore.

The black man's face turned completely black.

He tried to take the glass bottle back, still stubbornly insisting:

"Bro, the DEA won't bother with such trivial matters..."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Link seemed to remember something, took out a business card from his pocket, handed it over, and said sincerely:

"Hey bro, if they ever actually take over, remember to call me."

Link from Curtiss Law Firm: "I can also do criminal defense; I'll give you a 9% discount."

The black trafficker looked down at the gold-embossed law firm name on the business card, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say a word.

He wasn't a particularly daring person to begin with, and while his brothers, sisters, and fellow countrymen were freely selling contraband, he only dared to sell this fitness drug.

But being ignorant of the law, he didn't know that selling medicine in America was even more outrageous than selling contraband.

He stuffed the glass bottle back into the deepest part of his gym bag, nodded sheepishly to Link, and turned away without looking back as he headed towards the locker room.

……

Martha watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned to look at Link again.

"Mr. Link."

She said softly, "You are the first client I've ever met who uses the law to refuse steroids."

This really startled Los; this guy looks muscular, but he's actually quite cowardly.

"It's just a small professional habit of mine, and I don't want to be bothered by him any longer today."

Besides, everyone's talents are different.

  

Link smiled and slung the sports towel over his shoulder:

"I don't think I have that kind of talent for fitness and drug resistance. My talent is finding legal loopholes and solving problems."

It's really not good to arbitrarily lead others into areas they don't understand, don't you think?

Martha blinked, and the woman who seemed to be all brawn and no brains appeared thoughtful.

But she didn't panic; her smile just faded slightly, and she switched from "salesperson" back to "coach."

"Sir, you are the most cautious customer I have ever met."

She chuckled twice, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, and her two breasts swayed as if in pain.

"Okay, we'll take our time with the real muscles."

"OK."

She transformed back into a well-trained professional.

This little incident just passed by as if it had never happened.

"First, I'd like to ask you, sir, if you have any injuries that make it inconvenient for you to exert yourself."

"No, I'm very careful about my health."

"Very good!"

Martha looked him up and down, then extended her hand and shook his.

Her grip was strong; her palms were dry and warm.

"To be honest, sir, I've looked at the information you gave me, and all your indicators are normal."

Do you have any prior training experience?

"There might have been a little bit before."

"That's good.

We'll start with a basic physical fitness assessment.

……

training area.

The beginning part is normal.

Martha's professionalism is truly impressive, demonstrating her expertise in activity level assessment, bodyweight squats, and core activation exercises. Her explanations of the movements are clear, and her corrections are precise and to the point.

Her fingers would occasionally touch Link's shoulder blades or waist, which was within the normal range of a coach's contact, and Link didn't think much of it.

However, as training progressed to the equipment stage, some unsettling details began to accumulate.

"Come on, let me help you find the point of leverage for this movement."

Marissa went behind him, placed her hands on his waist, and began to adjust his posture.

The two burning suits were getting closer and closer, so close that Link could clearly feel the heat behind him.

Her fingers moved up his spine, finally stopping on his back, helping him correct his posture.

It slowly approaches, like a piece of clothing fitting snugly against your body.

The two mountain peaks felt surprisingly soft and hot to the touch.

Link frowned.

"Good boy, your posture is much better now."

Do two more, feeling the contraction of your shoulder blades.

As she spoke, her breath brushed against the back of his ear, her tone gentle.

After completing several sets of exercises, Link put the dumbbells back on the rack.

He straightened up and moved half a step to the side, trying to create some distance.

But Martha seemed oblivious to Link's attempt to avoid her and naturally moved closer to him again.

"Are you tired, sir?"

Her hand gently pressed against his chest, her fingertips tracing down from top to bottom, until they reached below, caressing and kneading.

"Your heart rate is a little fast, don't be nervous."

She said with a smile.

Link smiled and shook his head, wiping his sweat with a towel, and took a step back as a gesture.

Something unusual must be going on; this woman is up to something.

He glanced around briefly:

This is not a private training room, but a public training area. The overhead surveillance cameras are operating stably.

His brain almost instinctively began to analyze:

She wasn't afraid of being monitored, which suggests she didn't intend to accuse him of anything afterward.

If it were a honey trap, she would have led him to a private corner where there were no surveillance cameras, but she didn't.

She did everything openly and honestly, as if she didn't care at all about being seen.

What does that mean?

Her goal was not to touch her and then extort money from her.

Link requested a break between groups, seemingly moving around casually to relax his body, but his gaze was actually taking a closer look at his surroundings.

Finally, he was drawn to a corner of the Freedom Zone that looked into the distance, but he immediately looked away.

It was a corner piled with abandoned gym equipment, and a sports camera was placed on a bench press rack that was under repair.

Judging from the angle, the camera is pointing directly this way.

He looked away and turned his gaze back to Martha.

The microphone next to the perfect ravine was a clue I had overlooked—I was just looking at that thing in the middle.

He took a barely perceptible breath.

【The Devil's Eye】.

A line of text slowly appeared above Martha's head.

[The Enchantress in the Mirror (Half-human, Half-demon): Using physical appearance as bait and the camera as a net, she portrays life itself as a never-ending solo performance, with everyone else as unsigned supporting actors on her set.]

(Martha Kate: This young Chinese-American lawyer has really good proportions...)

Don't be nervous, boy, you're about to be the most popular episode on my channel.

Then, as soon as she saw him looking at her, Martha's charming smile returned.

His smile remained professional, charming, and carried a perfectly balanced hint of ambiguity.

Just like... just like the AV actors I saw in my past life.

And its counterpart in Europe and America... is the role-playing section of ONLYFANS?

He now fully understood:

The voluptuous coach, whom she had arranged to meet, touched her not as a seduction, but as a performance.

He was one of the people who appeared in her film.

All the logic clicked together in my mind, and the answer came to light: Martha was both a fitness instructor and the content creator for that porn channel.

Do one job and earn two salaries.

These are truly the chosen capitalist workers.

While she was thinking, she leaned closer again.

This time, she placed her hands directly on his chest and lower abdomen.

"Next move: Core activation~"

Sir, this is a bit difficult.

I need you to lie down so I can help you find the point where it exerts force.

There may be a lot of physical contact during this process. Should I demonstrate it first?

Or...do you prefer a different training method?

Her voice trailed off with a rising tone, carrying a magnetic and provocative quality.

Link looked at her with a smile.

But the next moment, his right hand snapped back and accurately grabbed Martha's wrist, which was pressed against his chest.

At the same instant, his left hand gripped her other wrist, and with both hands exerting force, he gently pulled and restrained her forward.

The movement was very gentle, not painful, but enough to prevent her from escaping.

Martha's smile froze on her face.

Link leaned close to her ear, inhaled deeply the scent of her perfume, and whispered:

"Did you get my permission to film with me?"