Chapter 6
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“Susan, you’re making me lose face. You’d rather hang around town arm in arm with this guy than give me a chance? That’s a slap in my face. How am I supposed to hold my head up after this? What will my boys think of me?” Winston Black had his hands in his pockets, with an expression that said, “This isn’t over until I say it’s over.”Susan knew Winston Black somewhat. His reputation at school was worse than a sewer. Relying on his family’s money and connections, bullying classmates was routine for him. Beating people severely was also common, and the number of female classmates he had harassed was countless. Whenever she saw this bastard, the word “scum” popped into her head unbidden.“Move.” Susan glared at Winston Black, her eyes blazing with anger.Winston Black didn’t budge. He signaled to two of his companions, who quickly walked over and pulled Susan aside. “Susan, you forced me to do this.”“You—you bastard! This has nothing to do with Alan! You bastard, you…” In her desperation, all Susan could do was hurl insults. “Alan, run!” she shouted, feeling deeply guilty. This whole mess was because of her. Alan had nothing to do with it. But no matter how she explained, Winston Black wouldn’t believe her.Alan sighed inwardly. No matter where you go, you run into these arrogant bullies.“So your name is Alan, is it? I don’t care why you’re shopping with Susan, but your presence here makes me uncomfortable. You stink up the air like a fart. You’re with my girl, and my girl won’t even look at me. Where does that leave my dignity? How am I supposed to hold my head up? Tough luck for you. I’m in a bad mood today. I’ll give you a chance. Take off your clothes. All of them. Run n***d around the mall three times and grope ten women. Then I’ll let you go.”“Winston Black, you bastard!” Susan cursed again. It was obvious—the bastard wanted to turn Alan into a complete p*****t and a laughingstock. Susan sighed helplessly. This bastard was simply deranged.What she couldn’t figure out was, was Alan deaf? Why wasn’t he running?Don’t you know a wise man doesn’t suffer unnecessary loss? What kind of hero are you trying to play? Who do you think you are? She wanted to curse at him. Did country kids have no sense? Or was he just a hothead? Forget it. Sigh…Facing Susan’s head-shaking and sighs, Alan acted as if he didn’t see them. In a low voice, he said, “Let her go.” He deliberately emphasized the word “her.”“Heh…” Winston Black’s expression darkened. “Kid, who do you think you are? You don’t get to tell me what to do. Do as I say, understand? Otherwise, I’ll shove your head into a toilet in that public restroom over there and let you experience the finest aroma. It’ll be a real blast—absolutely mind-blowing.” Winston Black curled his lip, pointed at Alan’s nose, mimicked the gangster boss postures from movies and TV shows, and deliberately put on a fierce, cool expression.Bang!Without a word, Alan kicked Winston Black square in the chest, sending him flying. “Feeling good?” Alan said coldly.Clutching his stomach, Winston Black landed two meters away and crouched on the ground, his face turning purple. Gritting through the pain, he snarled, “You…” He couldn’t even get the words “motherfucker” out.“Well, I’ll be…” Susan had completely forgotten her earlier worry for him. So he had some skills! That kick looked damn cool, no matter how you saw it. So he’d been hiding his abilities all along. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to run. He’d been confident. Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief.Seeing their boss get beaten up, the other four or five accomplices rushed over and surrounded Alan, each one arrogant and determined to avenge their leader.Alan hadn’t wanted to fight. His master had also said not to flaunt one’s martial abilities lightly. But the primary purpose of training was self-defense and health. When someone insulted you, made crude gestures, and kept provoking you, were you supposed to just stand there and get beaten?He caught a fist aimed at him, kicked hard, and sent one person flying. He spun and kicked another in the head. The remaining three lay on the ground groaning, their faces bruised and swollen, wailing nonstop.Now free, Susan walked over and gave Winston Black, still trying to get up, another kick. “You scumbag! Karma’s a b***h, isn’t it? You’re so arrogant! You’re so annoying! You…” Susan kicked him relentlessly, venting all her frustration on Winston Black.“Let’s go.” Alan grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her away. Susan left reluctantly, still wanting more.Security arrived moments later. Alan and Susan hailed a taxi as fast as they could and told the driver to step on it.Having finally escaped the “jaws of the tiger,” Susan kept looking at Alan from head to toe, growing more and more curious. “You actually know some martial arts. Not bad.” That was something she never would have guessed. Most country kids she imagined were inexperienced, scared of everything, and curious about everything—simple farmers. How could they have such skills? All they knew was working for money. That was Susan’s first impression of farmers, having grown up in a big city and never once set foot in the countryside.Wanting to hide his abilities and avoid fame, Alan was very humble. “No, I was just messing around.” He scratched the back of his head and gave a shy smile.On the way back, Susan asked question after question, refusing to let up. This country kid who could make potions and knew martial arts had completely changed her opinion of him.Alan patiently made excuses, brushing off each question.He dropped Susan off at the Peak Group building, and she left by car. Feeling a little strange in his new clothes, Alan walked into the building and made his way to Isabella’s office.Seeing a completely new Alan standing before her, Isabella was somewhat surprised. She stared at him for a moment before speaking: “Not bad. You almost look like a decent human being now.”“What kind of remark is that?” This woman was definitely doing it on purpose. Alan grumbled inwardly.“Never mind what kind of remark it is. Just remember, you’re my assistant now. Until we find your senior sister, you do whatever I tell you. It’s almost noon. Go buy some food.” Isabella handed Alan a stack of cash. “No spicy food. Use your own judgment for the rest.”Buying food was no problem, but Alan still asked, “When are you going to find my senior sister?”Isabella replied casually, “Wait for my news. You think finding someone is that simple?”Alan didn’t say anything more. Since he needed her help, this was his only option.There was a restaurant not far from the building. Alan ate lunch there and bought a few side dishes to take back to Isabella’s office.Isabella opened the lunch box in front of her. Inside were a few side dishes and some rice. She glared at Alan. “Are you feeding a laborer? This is what you expect me to eat?”What a pain in the a*s. I ate the same thing. Who do you think you are?Suppressing his anger, Alan said, “Fine. Tell me, Chairwoman, what do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it.”“Go to the restaurant in the east part of town and buy their spring rolls. Also, get their pan-fried dumplings from that other restaurant. Just those two things.”At least they were simple items. Alan turned and left.Watching Alan leave, Isabella couldn’t help but laugh. The fun was just beginning. That’s for bullying me when we were kids.
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