Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 128: Carrying in his arms

Luke nodded coolly, shifting Lenora’s weight to his other arm. "They sedated her. So I took care of them. She’s alive, just needs an antidote. Now get out of the way—I’m taking her somewhere she can recover."

The man looked momentarily unsure, but eventually stepped aside. "Please...do. And, thank you, for saving her."

Luke swept past them, carrying Lenora Quinn through the corridor.

The drizzly Arcadia night beckoned beyond the stairwell.

As he strode out into the open air, the city lights glinted off the droplets that clung to her limp, shimmering cheongsam.

Glancing down at her exhausted face, Luke allowed himself a small smile. "We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, Senior Sister," he whispered under his breath. But first, let’s get you patched up.

Behind him, frantic calls erupted as more Judgment Society members converged, but Luke was done letting them handle the aftermath.

Whatever had just happened, they needed him to save Lenora. The rest—detaining the criminals, clearing the scene—could be handled by them. He’d intervene no further, unless they botched it.

Luke landed softly in the half-lit corridor of the private club, carrying Lenora Quinn—still draped in her provocative purple cheongsam—in his arms.

Moments earlier, he had whisked her away from a group of thugs who’d tried to corner her.

She’d proven not to be a helpless victim but instead a Judgment Society operative with formidable magic—specifically the Stone Titan element that laced her eyes with an earthy yellow glow.

Yet in the sudden chaos, her carefully laid plan to capture the criminals intact had faltered, largely because Luke swooped in half-cocked to "rescue" her.

Now, as he eased her onto a cushioned seat in the lounge, she glared up at him.

"You, boy," Lenora said, cheeks flushed. "Who told you to interfere? I had them right where I wanted them."

Luke chuckled, still crouched beside her. "I saw you pinned down by your own subterfuge. Excuse me if it looked like you needed a hand."

Lenora’s bright eyes flared with annoyance. "The Judgment Society’s assault teams were minutes away from springing the final trap.

But no—someone had to burst in for a hero moment." She attempted to stand, only to stumble slightly, wincing as the sedative still coursed through her bloodstream.

Luke caught her by the forearm before she could topple. "Don’t try to rush it. You’ve still got toxins in your system."

"Off me," Lenora hissed, shaking him off. She forced herself upright and inhaled deeply. "I’m not as helpless as you think."

But as soon as she took a step, she felt a wave of dizziness that made the corridor spin.

Luke steadied her again. "I can see that." His voice held a teasing lilt. "Anyway, it’s my fault for jumping in. I’ll help make sure you’re safe."

Lenora paused, pressing her lips into a tight line. There was no denying she needed a few minutes to recover.

"Fine," she muttered at last. "Just...keep an eye out. Some of them fled. I need them captured, not killed."

Luke nodded. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Somewhere nearby, the surviving criminals regrouped, led by a man with a scar across his face.

In the original scuffle, he’d nearly succeeded in doping Lenora with a more potent sedative, but she’d thrown off most of it.

Now he paced back and forth in a dimly lit utility room, trying to reorganize his battered crew.

"Heh, so it’s the Judgment Society," Scarface spat, voice dripping contempt. "But it’s not like we’ve never faced them before. One incompetent ambush, that’s all?"

His ragtag men—some with singed clothes, others trembling from partial petrification—exchanged nervous glances. "Boss, we only saw four folks in ambush, plus that woman."

Scarface sneered, arms folded. "Which means easy pickings if it wasn’t for that interfering Luke or whatever. We’ll regroup, then smash through them."

One of the henchmen stepped forward, dread etched into his eyes. "But boss, that stone gaze magic of hers is no joke.

She can slow us down to a crawl. And that man...did you see how quickly he subdued us? He has some kind of poison ability. We can’t measure up to that."

Scarface cracked his knuckles. "Aren’t I a high-level Thunder mage? Didn’t I break that barrier with my fists? If we coordinate properly, it’s over for them."

But his bravado belied a simmering worry. He recalled how Luke had appeared out of nowhere, carrying Lenora, and how the pair had quickly turned the tables.

Still, we can’t back down, he told himself.

A certain shadowy "higher-up" had demanded the group neutralize the Judgment Society presence in this district. Failure was not an option.

"Boss," said a younger man with bleached hair, "didn’t we get orders from above to keep a low profile for the next few weeks? If the Judgment Society’s sniffing around, maybe we should bounce."

Scarface whirled on him with a scowl. "Shut up. We are lying low. But we can’t leave without finishing the job. That woman—Lenora Quinn—knows too much. We get rid of her, or we don’t get paid."

A tense hush settled over them. In the distance, faint commotion emanated from the club’s other rooms, presumably from more Judgment Society members searching the premises.

"All right," Scarface said. "We move. Keep your voices down."

He gestured for them to follow, creeping through a side corridor that led to a half-open door, beyond which lay the main lounge. The plan: slip away or ambush from behind if necessary.

Meanwhile, Luke crouched near a battered sofa while Lenora Quinn willed her body to stand upright. She flexed her legs, testing her equilibrium.

The intense sedation had largely worn off, thanks to her own magic synergy dispelling foreign substances. But she still felt shaky.

Luke’s eyes flicked down the corridor.

The club was labyrinthine, with multiple rooms branching out in tight corners, swirling neon lights giving the walls a lurid glow. "I sense them not too far away," he remarked.

Lenora didn’t doubt him. She knew from old rumors that Luke had a preternatural sense for malicious auras—something to do with his Poison Technique infusion and that strange synergy with the dark plane.

"We should regroup with my colleagues. They had a perimeter set up. If you don’t keep butting in, we can do this by the book," she snapped.