The male supporting character was actually myself.

It might be more exciting when you go on top of it.

In comparison, Bella might not charge me, but I would have to pay a much higher price.

To put it bluntly, I will consider the investment and return in this deal.

Jiang Chen shrugged and handed him a knife and fork, then asked with a smile, "What a long speech you've been giving me. What exactly are you trying to say?"

“You heard that.” Joyce took the knife and fork, cut a plump and juicy steak, and raised an eyebrow as she said, “From Lucy’s conversation with her, it’s clear that Bella’s target is me.”

If she remains on high alert and has no opportunity to launch an attack, she may change her strategy.

Why don't we let her think that she already has a chance of success?

As soon as there's even the slightest progress, Bella will definitely go and contact her superior.

Lucy poured them some red wine and asked curiously, "What do you want Daniel to do?"

“Go invite her, dear Daniel.” Joyce’s face broke into a sly smile. “Invite Bella to sing at Blue Shell Bar.”

Didn't she really want to do that?

Then let's go along with her wishes.

Imagine what would happen if a beautiful, non-aggressive but purposeful woman sang and worked in a chaotic bar late at night?

I've never been a man who shows mercy to women, Daniel.

Because before I decided on a marriage partner, I only dealt with prostitutes, and that was the easiest kind of deal.

I pay them, and they reciprocate with pleasure; it's fair, pure, and requires no other embellishment.

Chewing on the juicy and tender pork chop, Jiang Chen took a sip of wine and nodded, "Okay, I'll invite her to Blue Shell Bar in a bit."

I'm afraid that if I keep guarding against it, you'll want it even more if you can't have it, and that would be terrible.

You can try to push it down if you want, but remember to pay.

When you can't help but want to invest your true feelings and become immersed in something, please remember the tragic scene of your loved ones being shot to death.

If that day ever comes, I swear it will be thanks to her.

The conversation between the two brothers at dinner eventually led to Bella being invited by Daniel to audition for a singing job at Blue Shell Bar. If she received praise, she could stay there and sing every night.

“Rita Theroux, cheer up.” She stood in front of the mirror, carefully tying a bow around her neck to make herself look even more beautiful.

"No one can stop your path of revenge! Those gangsters deserve to die!"

“I promise I will wipe out the entire Owen family. The men will be torn to pieces by hounds; the women will be raped and imprisoned in dark cages for life to atone for their sins.”

“Father, what I am doing now has not disgraced the Therox family’s honor. Do you see? At least three gangs have been destroyed by your daughter, although none of them were very large.”

"They are vulgar; they only know how to drink, gamble, and be obsessed with women; they are selfish and willful; they all deserve to die."

"Please, in heaven, bless me. Destroying the Owen family, this deeply entrenched gang, will not only fulfill your last wish but also earn that gentleman's favor. From now on, I will rise to great heights!"

"Don't worry, my daughter isn't fighting alone in the Finnan Port area. I have a partner and a strong support. He's a very capable man. You might be surprised, but it's true, my daughter is indeed fighting alongside him. Please bless us..."

……

Before heading to the Blue Shell Bar, Bella stood in front of the mirror and murmured to herself.

The little white cat perched on her shoulder, its ears perked up, listening intently.

"Host, I have the latest intelligence!" When Bella walked into the Blue Shell Bar and stood in front of Joyce and the others, ready to sing, the little white cat jumped onto its host's shoulder, affectionately rubbed its face against him, and said proudly in a soft, loli voice.

Chapter Sixteen: Has My Host's Character Been Corrupted?

The little white cat nestled close to its host's ear, relaying everything it heard.

Then a new small section appeared in the script's mission list: Rita, using the alias Bella, was hired by a powerful figure to work with another person her father knew.

His father was a high-ranking inspector in the capital.

Oliver was the Inspector General appointed by His Majesty the King, and he was active in the capital and other major counties.

The answer is obvious—the two of them are in cahoots.

It is currently known that Oliver's main task is to locate the weapons on the smuggling ship, and Bella was sent there primarily to assist him in finding clues.

Other gangs that could get involved in robbing smuggling ships likely also have other informants or undercover agents.

How to use the batch of weapons stored in the system space is still a problem.

Sell ​​it at a high price?

Keep it for personal use?

I have no idea what Joyce is planning.

"The morning twilight enveloped the beautiful town, and I watched you leave the land you loved so dearly, leaving behind your friends and family, heading towards the battlefield amidst the flying bullets..."

Just as Jiang Chen was pondering his next plan, Bella's clear and affectionate voice rang out, flowing through the living room of the Blue Shell Bar.

The heavy doors blocked out the noise outside, and the smoke-filled, alcohol-scented reception room quickly quieted down.

She sang a song in her captivating voice, bidding farewell to loved ones heading to the battlefield. The heartfelt lyrics silenced even Ed, who didn't particularly enjoy music or singing.

Joyce held her wine glass, her gaze meeting the gentle yet strong look in Joyce's blue eyes.

A playful smile appeared on his face.

"This undercover girl is quite capable." The little white cat rubbed its fluffy head against its host's face and whispered, "Host, please remember, don't let her fool you!"

An undercover agent is an undercover agent. Even if she bewitches the protagonist and wants to date him and have his babies, she is still an undercover agent.

The protagonist will definitely be protected by a halo and won't die, while the host can have the buff of 'being able to die in place of the protagonist at any time,' so you absolutely must be careful."

The singing clearly captivated everyone in the reception room.

Apart from Jiang Chen, the other men made no attempt to hide their gazes as they swept over Bella. Even Ed said, "For God's sake, sing another upbeat song."

My heart was breaking just hearing that!

"Congratulations on getting this job." Joyce stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said slowly, "From now on, you can sing at Blue Shell Bar every night."

"Twenty percent of the tip goes to the bar, and the rest is yours."

Bella smiled sweetly and met Joyce's gaze. With graceful movements, she bowed to him and said, "Thank you for giving me this job opportunity."

"Wow, that's quite a spectacle," April said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Lucy smiled faintly, "The bar hasn't had anyone sing since the war started. Now that the tradition is finally being restored, it's worth having a drink to celebrate."

Joyce shifted his gaze to his brother, who had a serious expression, and pointed at Bella, saying, "You're thanking the wrong person. It was Daniel who strongly recommended you to me that gave you this opportunity."

Your song just now clearly reminded my brother of the days on the battlefield.

You ruined his mood; you should punish yourself with a drink and apologize to him.

Bella then removed her affectionate gaze from Joyce's face, picked up the wine Lucy had poured for her, and drank it down in one gulp without any affectation. She then apologized to Jiang Chen and expressed her gratitude.

“It feels a bit insincere,” Joyce said with a playful smile. “Perhaps you should spend some time with him and make my dear brother happy again.”

Despite being teased in public, Bella showed no fear and boldly replied, "There's a better way. I'll make you feel incredibly comfortable and tremble with passion—with my beautiful voice."

As she said this, she kept her eyes fixed on Joyce's without looking away.

Lucy, with her back to Bella, curled her lip, a look of disdain on her face.

Joyce saw everything clearly, but only returned a playful smile, pointed to the door, and said, "Now you can go out and start singing, but be careful not to sing until your voice is hoarse."

Ed sighed and looked at Jiang Chen. "Daniel, you should have told me. After all, I'm the boss, and Blue Shell needs me to coordinate various things."

Of course, I don't mean to blame you.

I mean, please let me know before making any similar decisions in the future.

That way I wouldn't be so surprised that I almost swallowed my cigarette butt.

“Okay, Ed, I got it.” Jiang Chen nodded seriously in agreement. “Next time I hire someone to the bar, I’ll let you know first.”

From that day on, Blue Shell Bar became famous throughout the entire Finnan port area.

It's not because it belongs to the Irving family's business—after all, everyone in the Finnan port area knows about it, and no one dares to cause trouble in the vicinity.

It was because of a beautiful singer.

She has an angelic face but a devilish figure, and the perfect voice of a mermaid.

As night falls, heartbreaking or sweet songs fill the Blue Shell Bar.

Taking advantage of this unique opportunity, Bella quickly became acquainted with Joyce, going from only being able to exchange a few words at the beginning to eventually being able to sit at the bar and chat while no one was around.

The little white cat would carefully write down the convoluted conversations that it didn't quite understand in its little notebook, and then show them to its host.

Thus, one often sees this scene: the male and female protagonists whispering sweet nothings to each other, while the little white cat holds a pen in one paw and presses down on a long scroll of paper with the other, writing furiously, its ears perked up as if afraid of missing any crucial information.

"Look, look, just like the same old story plot, isn't it?" The little white cat presented a scroll of paper several meters long, stroked its big ears, and looked indignant. "You just can't believe what the protagonist says!"

Love is a irrational thing.

There are plenty of gangster protagonists who, knowing she's an undercover agent, still go all in without hesitation.

Just you wait and see, Joyce is definitely going to repeat the same classic mistake.

Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples and frowning slightly. "If it really is a gangster movie disguised as a melodramatic love story, then..."

Then I'd have to consider wiping out all the gangs and ruling the world, breaking the legs of the protagonist and his favorite undercover girl, locking them up, and letting them torture each other however they want.

Little white cat:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Beat them, break their legs and lock them up?

Has the host been corrupted by the original owner's ruthless character?

Why are you being so fierce?

However… then it thought about it again. Since the male and female protagonists had their legs broken and were locked up, it seemed that they could no longer threaten the host.

And the main system didn't say it wasn't allowed!

After scratching its paws for a while, the little white cat made up its mind and said, "Host, I support you!"

When should we go and break their legs?

I can help you beat up the female lead!