An Moxue and Stephen walked side by side to the bar on the cruise ship. There were only a few people inside, perhaps because they had just finished lunch, or perhaps because it was not yet evening.

An Moxue looked around the bar with the curiosity of a child, and said gratefully, "This is much better than the deck. Thank you, Mr. Stephen. I didn't know there was such a nice place on the ship."

He asked with a smile, "Miss Lina, have you never been here before?"

An Moxue nodded honestly and said in a voice that was only for the two of them, "I used to go with my family, but they wouldn't let me. This is my first time traveling by boat alone, and it feels very different." Then she smiled a little shyly.

"Isn't it all about the feeling of freedom, with no one to control you? It feels amazing!"

"Yes, that's it."

Stephenie stood up and said, "Miss Lina, please wait a moment while I go order two drinks."

An Moxue saw him walk to the bar and say something to the bartender. She then sat down and obediently looked in Stephen's direction and the bartender, with a curious expression.

The bartender smiled at her, and An Moxue returned a polite smile.

After a while, Stephen returned with two drinks and smiled considerately at An Moxue, saying, "The bartender suggested this drink if you're not drinking alcohol. It's a blended tea called Long Island Iced Tea, which is perfect for hot summer days, especially for people like us who have been standing on the deck for a while. It'll give you a refreshing feeling. Try it."

As he spoke, he took a small sip himself, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was incredibly considerate and thoughtful.

Seeing that he had drunk it, An Moxue also picked up her cup and took a sip. In her heart, she said to Stephen, "Don't blame me. You're asking for death yourself, so I have no choice but to grant your wish."

Long Island Iced Tea, a cocktail that sounds like tea but is actually a high-proof cocktail, contains gin, rum, vodka, and salsa, all of which are intoxicating. It also has a catchy nickname: "date rape drug." Girls who can't drink will be drunk after just one glass, and some will even get drunk after one sip. Stephen is blatantly deceiving naive young girls!

snort!

Just wait and see.

Seeing that An Moxue had drunk some wine, Stephen asked very solicitously, "How is it? Do you like it? If you don't like it, I'll get you another one."

An Moxue took two sips of her Long Island Iced Tea, her face becoming even rosier. She said gratefully, "Thank you, no need to change it, it's delicious and very thirst-quenching." She then took another small sip.

Stephen was quite pleased with himself and chatted idly with An Moxue. Before they knew it, An Moxue had finished a glass of wine.

She said to Stephen somewhat apologetically, "Mr. Stephen, I'm sorry, I may have gotten up too early this morning and I'm a little sleepy now. I need to go back and rest. Excuse me!"

Stephen said very considerately, "Miss Lina, it's alright, I'll take you home! I also want to go back and rest for a while."

"I couldn't possibly accept that." An Moxue stood up, her body swaying slightly.

Seeing her like this, Stephen quickly went over to support her and said with some concern, "Miss Lina, you should rest a little longer. You look like you were exhausted earlier. Let me take you home so I can feel at ease."

Stephen helped An Moxue up and walked out of the bar. The bartender gave Stephen a knowing smile, his expression ambiguous. Stephen returned the smile triumphantly and then helped An Moxue leave.

Not long after leaving the bar, An Moxue leaned against Stephen, her eyes slightly closed.

He slowed his pace and called softly a few times, "Lina? Lina! Lina!"

No one responded. A smug smile crept onto his lips as he helped An Moxue toward her room in the cabin. Just as they were about to reach Stephen's room, they ran into the members of the expedition team returning from outside. They all gave Stephen a knowing smile and then made way for him. Stephen said gratefully, "Thanks, everyone." His words were full of smugness.

A few people passed each other, and not far away, Stephen helped An Moxue into his room.

As soon as the door closed, the people outside looked on with envy.

"Where did Stephen find such a beauty? She's really gorgeous."

"It seems he can't hold his liquor and has drunk too much."

"Yes, it's really lucky that he could encounter such a stunning beauty on this ship where all sorts of people come from."

"That's right."

"I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going back to sleep. I hope I can meet one tonight."

"Then I wish you good luck."

"I wish you good luck too."

Stephen helped the person to the bed, locked the door, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

He walked to An Moxue's side with a fascination, gently stroking her eyes, and muttered to himself, "These blue eyes are so beautiful! Just like the azure sea outside, I want to cherish them for a lifetime."

An Moxue endured the discomfort, thinking to herself, "These are colored contact lenses, what a country bumpkin."

Who would have thought a secret agent would have this quirk? Was it just a lucky accident?

Stephen leaned down a little more, and An Moxue quickly thrust out a silver needle, piercing Stephen's lower back.

He suddenly became alert and looked at An Moxue warily. Just as he was about to retaliate, he fell towards An Moxue.

She rolled over, and with a "bang," Stephen fell heavily onto the bed. An Moxue felt her face sting just listening to it.

An Moxue pulled the silver needles off his waist, blew on them, and laughed triumphantly. Still feeling unsatisfied, she kicked Stephen several more times.

After venting her anger, she began searching for Stephen's clothes that he had taken off in the bathroom, but found nothing. She searched the bathroom again, but still found nothing.

She returned to the bedside, somewhat disdainfully pulled off Stephen's bath towel, and clicked her tongue twice. "Not so great! I thought being so tall would make me something special, but he's nothing special."

After complaining, she carefully explored Stephen's thighs. Suddenly, she stopped, took a towel to dry the water droplets on Stephen's thighs, and carefully began to tear along one edge.

Then a magical scene unfolded: a piece of skin that was exactly the same as the skin on Stephen's thigh was torn off, and then more and more of it was torn off until the last bit came off completely. A whole piece of artificial skin was completely ripped off Stephen's thigh, revealing a complete mechanical diagram and picture description. The densely packed small print could only be seen clearly with a magnifying glass.

An Moxue then tried to caress the inside of Stephen's other thigh, and using the same method, tore off another layer of skin. Inside was another confidential document, a map of Shanghai's coastal defense deployment, along with geographical analysis.

After confirming that the blueprints were genuine, An Moxue put them into her spatial storage, then took out a radio from there, encrypted it, and sent out a ciphertext.

After sending the message, he immediately put away the radio without waiting for a reply.