Seeing Loren holding a woman's hand and saying they were going to release the water, Harry thought to himself, This is incredible—this water isn't ordinary at all!
Unbothered by Harry's astonished expression, Loren soon led the green-haired woman into the VIP room.
As soon as she stepped inside, she locked the door. Without giving Loren time to react, she shoved him against the wall.
Her fiery red lips crashed into his, her aggressive advance making it seem as though she hadn't been with a man in years.
Faced with her fierce assault, Loren didn't back down. He countered with equal intensity.
In no time, he reversed their positions, pinning the female reporter against the wall himself.
It wasn't just the wall—he also let his hands wander.
But just as he expected her to surrender, the woman suddenly resisted. She struggled fiercely, trying to push Loren away.
Yet Loren's powerful build made it impossible for an ordinary woman to overpower him.
Shocked by his roughness, she flushed with shame and anger.
In one fluid motion, she hooked her calf, reached back with her right hand, and struck Loren's temple with the heel of her shoe.
The move was smooth and precise—clearly the work of a trained fighter who'd done this many times before.
But Loren merely smiled calmly, as if he'd anticipated her attack all along.
He thrust his hand forward, shoving her hard in the chest and sending her stumbling backward.
She crashed into the sofa, and the force of the impact sent the entire piece of furniture sliding several meters across the floor before it slammed into the opposite wall.
"You can't hold back anymore, can you?" Loren sneered. "I thought you'd keep up the act a little longer!"
He tossed the rag in his hand aside and regarded her with a mocking, playful gaze—as if she were nothing more than a performing monkey.
"How did you know?" the woman asked, dropping her act the moment she heard his words.
Her previously seductive expression vanished, replaced by a cold, bloodthirsty glare brimming with fury.
"By your scent," Loren replied. "From the moment you appeared, I recognized it."
"Scent?"
"More precisely—the smell of poison. The same toxin my foolish aunt used… which you must have made yourself."
"I didn't expect you to figure that out."
"Ha! Is that really so hard? I can guess even more.
Let me see… You have green hair, and you're a master of poisons.
If I'm right, you must be Lady Hydra—Viper!"
"!!!!"
Hearing her true name spoken aloud, the green-haired woman's eyes widened in shock. She clearly hadn't expected Loren to uncover her identity.
"Good boy," she said, regaining her composure. "I underestimated you. You even knew this much!"
"What choice did I have? You've been hunting me like hyenas! If I hadn't learned more, I'd be dead—and wouldn't even know why."
"So… my loyal subordinate Maeve died by your hand?"
"Of course. She delivered herself to me—it would've been rude not to kill her.
And now, here you are, throwing yourself right into my arms. If I don't take what's offered, would I even be a man?
Enough talk. Let's get down to business."
Loren gave a playful smile, then rushed toward Viper like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Seeing this, Viper was shocked and rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding Loren's grasp.
At this moment, she was both ashamed and angry—the scene before her was completely different from what she had expected.
In her original plan, she had relied on her poisonous tongue to easily paralyze Loren's body completely.
Then she could trample on and judge the young man before her like a queen, according to her will.
But now it was completely the opposite. Not only did she no longer look like a queen—her underwear had been stripped off.
Now she was like a helpless little girl, being chased around the house by the bully Loren, terrified he would defile her.
How could she, the dignified Lady of Hydra, ever be treated like this?
This was such a shame—such a shame!
"You damn pervert—you're asking for death!" the woman snarled coldly.
Then she pulled a thumb-sized glass bottle from her waist and smashed it on the ground.
Suddenly, green gas filled the entire room.
A smug, cruel smile spread across Viper's face.
But Loren remained calm, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at her.
"Another poisonous gas attack? Can't you Hydra people try something new?
You just used your tongue to mix poison in my mouth, and I'm fine. Do you really think this little puff of gas can hurt me?"
"You won't know if it works until you try it, boy. Don't be so self-righteous. This isn't ordinary poison."
"Really? Why don't I believe you?"
Loren shrugged fearlessly—but at that moment, his body suddenly jerked, and a look of distress crossed his face.
Seeing this, Viper was overjoyed and couldn't help but smirk.
"Haha! Do you suddenly feel like your whole body's being electrocuted? Every move stings like a thousand needles?"
Loren didn't answer. He just stood there, frozen, looking embarrassed.
Viper's smile widened, and the nervousness she'd felt moments ago vanished.
She strolled up to Loren leisurely, then raised her hand and playfully patted him on the face.
"Boy, overconfidence isn't a good thing. Now let me—your dear sister—take good care of you!"
Her expression turned gloomy. It was obvious the "care" she offered was anything but kind.
But what she never expected was that, in that instant, Loren wrapped his arms tightly around her.
A wicked smile spread across his face—as if his evil plan had just succeeded.
"You're right," he whispered. "Being overconfident isn't a good thing…
Because if you slip up, you might just lose your virginity."
"!!!!!"