"Damn it, Jake! How dare you peek at me while I was showering? I’m going to dig out your eyes today!"

In the rugged mountain forest, two shadows flashed quickly. The figure in the lead was a handsome young man, running as fast as he could while shouting, "If you think you can catch me, then go ahead and try!"

"Go to hell!" Her face was flushed red with anger as she drew a handful of silver needles and flung them forward. The needles shot through the air like meteors, streaking straight toward Jake.

Jake Russell was equally shocked. He quickly rolled to dodge the silver needles and said, "Harley, those needles are coated with poison! Don’t mess around; if you’re not careful, you might actually kill your junior apprentice. And according to martial arts tradition, since I’ve seen you, you’re mine. If you kill me, you’ll end up a widow."

Harley Russell, Jake’s senior sister, was indeed charming. However, in her fury, she ground her teeth, a look that destroyed her usual beauty. "Even if I never touch a man for the rest of my life, I’ll still kill you today!"

Realizing that Harley was truly angry, Jake quickly took advantage of the familiar terrain and disappeared from sight. Unable to spot him anywhere, Harley stamped her foot in frustration, then headed straight for the most remote thatched cottage on the mountain.

The thatched cottage had been lit for a couple of hours. Inside, an elderly man sat engrossed in a book. When Harley rushed in, she stopped, momentarily stunned. Noticing her entrance, the old man looked up and said sternly, "Harley, what's wrong? Look at your murderous look."

"Master, you can’t ignore Jake’s behavior any longer,” she fumed. “Every day he roams the mountains and is lawless. Just a few days ago, he stole Junior Sister’s clothes, leaving her too embarrassed to go outside. And today, he even dares to peek at me bathing. Master, I’m telling you—if you don’t rein him in this time, I’ll catch him myself and I will simply kill him." Harley's face was still flushed with anger as she spoke.

Upon hearing this, the old man quickly responded, "No, no, last time, he only wrote a ten-thousand-word apology. He promised he’d never do anything like that again. Are you sure it was really your junior brother? With technology so advanced these days, what if someone was using a human skin mask...?" "Enough!" Harley snapped, gritting her teeth. "I know exactly what you're trying to say." The old man immediately relaxed and said, "See? Our sect should be built on trust. As for your junior brother, he may be a bit unruly, but when it comes to character, I can vouch for him."

"Bah!" Harley scolded. "I mean, I know what you're really trying to do—cover up for that brat! Just wait. If I catch sight of him in the next few days, I’ll end him on the spot." After saying that, Harley turned and stormed out. The old man hurried to stop her, but his gentle push nearly sent his fiery disciple stumbling. As soon as Harley left, a young man crawled out from under the old man's bed. His handsome face was filled with relief. "That was close! I was nearly killed by Harley. Master, you've saved me again."

"You still have the nerve to say that brat," the old man grumbled. He got up, turned around, and kicked Jake's ass.

As soon as Jake got up, he screamed and sat back down on the ground. He gritted his teeth and scolded, "You really kicked me." After kicking him, the old man helped him up and said, "You’re really reckless. Don’t you know what kind of temper Harley has? I’m a little afraid of her, let alone you. You keep bullying your Junior Sister. Those little girls might be interested in you, and no matter how you treat them, they won’t say a word. But Harley is different. You’ve provoked her this time. If she catches you, she’ll really beat you to death." Jake knew the old man was right. He remembered how his master had once accepted a registered disciple from a wealthy family. A few days after the disciple came to the mountain, he provoked Harley. As a result, his limbs were broken, and he was thrown off the mountain.

Thinking about what had happened to that fellow disciple, Jake couldn't help but feel frightened and said, "Didn't I want to challenge the peak? This is what you taught me. Now that something has happened, what should I do?"

The old man frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he said, "By the way, I have a task for you. Pack up quickly and head down the mountain. This task will probably take three or four months to be completed. By then, Harley will have calmed down. You can buy something that girls like, and maybe it will all be over."

"Let’s go down the mountain." Jake's eyes lit up at the mention of going down the mountain, and he immediately asked, "What’s the task?"

The old man smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, it's a good job. You'll find out when you go down the mountain."

Jake asked with a smile, "Will I get to meet any beautiful women on this task?" "Don’t ask anything, boy. Hurry up and tidy up your dirty, smelly socks. Get down the mountain." The old man gave him a knowing look and urged him out. "Hey, old man, stop beating around the bush!" Jake protested, but he was already pushed out before he could finish his sentence.

...

At the train station in Texas City, a large crowd surged out of the green-skinned train. There were so many people that it was difficult for anyone to move even a step. However, one young man, carrying a large bag, was able to navigate through the crowd with ease.

This person was none other than Jake. No matter what obstacles were in his way, he only needed to twist his body and maneuver through them. While others were sweating profusely, he appeared completely at ease, not a drop of sweat on his head.

After being jostled countless times, he finally squeezed out of the crowd and walked out of the train station. As soon as he stepped outside, he began looking for the person who was supposed to pick him up. Sure enough, among the crowd, he spotted an elderly man with an elegant demeanor, flanked by two bodyguards in black, holding a sign with his name.

Jake leaned in with a happy expression and said, "You’re waiting for Jake."

"Who are you?" The old man was momentarily stunned and looked Jake up and down. This boy looked like a child. Could he be the one his boss had asked him to wait for earlier in the morning?

However, Jake, oblivious to the old man's contempt, proudly said, "I am Jake Russell."

Although the old man had been calm after many years of experience, he was still inevitably confused when he heard the news.

This little bumpkin was the expert that the boss had invited? Didn't he say that the person would be the bodyguard of the First Miss? Was this really just this little bumpkin? The boss usually didn’t like to spend time in the outside world, and besides, it wasn’t even April Fool’s Day. Why was this little bumpkin invited back?

Based on Felix Carson's understanding of the First Miss, he guessed that she was probably going to kill someone.