"Click! Stop! Excellent... All departments in position, preparing for the next scene!" Julia Menard checked the monitor for the last shot, nodding in satisfaction. She stole a glance at Barrett Walker, lying weakly on the bed, and then quickly focused on her work, even though her mind was filled with the recent scene. Even though it was just a stand-in shot, the warmth emanating from Barrett Walker made her feel dizzy. He always gave her an inexplicably familiar sensation, but she couldn't quite remember why.

"Why haven't you taken off someone else's clothes yet? I asked you to help, not to exhaust yourself like a dead pig! Have some dignity!" Monica threw the dry-cleaned suit to Barrett Walker, already wearing her tattered evening dress, accentuating her wonderful figure, resembling a piece of performance art.

"Oh! Don't worry, Mr. Dorlach, thank you for your help this time!" More Bis approached with a light smile.

"Hmph!" Monica snorted angrily, stomped her foot, and walked away.

"Mr. Dorlach, since you don't have any means of transportation, take this!" More Bis caught up with the two, handing over a set of car keys to Barrett Walker, the best car among all the vehicles owned by the crew. Barrett Walker accepted it gladly, knowing that he no longer owed anything to the Green family.

"What's wrong with you?" Barrett Walker thought Monica was angry with him, deliberately refusing to drive. But as soon as the car descended from the mountain road, Monica fainted. Hastily stopping the car by the side of the road, he supported Monica and asked, "What's wrong, Monica? Don't scare me! What's going on?"

Monica weakly pushed away Barrett Walker's hand from her forehead. She wanted to smile reassuringly, but it looked terrible. "What else could it be? I just don't want to embarrass you."

With just these words, Barrett Walker's nose felt a bit sour. He blamed himself for being careless and suffering such a serious injury in front of the Queen. She must have avoided it after the blood stopped flowing from the secret passage. She probably wiped it off with the water from the cave. She must have been seriously injured, which is why she concealed it, even this morning, he thought she just wanted to be lazy in his arms.

"Monica! Wait here! I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Barrett Walker said urgently.

"You're injured, too. Don't go to the hospital. I want to go home. I have some special medicine at home!" Monica leaned back in her seat, her face as pale as gold, showing signs of an abnormal health condition.

Barrett Walker hesitated for a moment. He wanted to take her to the hospital, but after what happened yesterday, going to the hospital in the capital city might not be safe. Sending her to the Rothschild family was the best option, but he immediately gave up that idea and stepped on the gas. The ordinary sedan sped away!

"Wow, bro, look, there's a car chasing us from behind. Go faster! There are a few big bends ahead; we have to leave this person far behind!"

"Hmph! You don't know your bro, the Mountain God!" This yellow-haired man, driving a modified sports car, arrogantly snorted. A black shadow suddenly squeezed past the edge of the bend, leaving him with his mouth agape. The car was slightly off course, and he scrambled to downshift and hit the brakes to pass the bend safely.

"Bro, that car just now was a Lifan sedan! Huh! Isn't Lifan a motorcycle brand?" The little brother next to the Mountain God, watching the passing sedan, was so shocked that he couldn't find words to express it. The driver seemed inhuman.

Barrett Walker didn't know how many people he had irritated along the way or how many race track enthusiasts he had outrun. But driving an ordinary sedan at such speed had shocked countless people, creating a sense of helplessness and admiration.

"Go and see. I heard a car has left many people behind. I wonder who this show-off is!" Baran, sitting in his beloved car, heard people talking and leaned out to ask, but he heard such a big news. He couldn't sit still anymore. It seemed that this mountain race would be very exciting!

"There it is, a black sedan. What's the license plate? The speed is too fast; I can't see it clearly!"

"I captured it. How fast did it go? Who is this mountain racing god? Daring to drive at such speed on this treacherous mountain road!"

"Let me see, find someone to check this license plate. Who is it?" This group of wealthy young men watched the black sedan speeding down the mountain road, and each one of them exaggeratedly shouted. The male hormones were surging!

The road ahead suddenly opened up, but it was crowded with people. Barrett Walker frowned slightly, took a quick look at Monica, and then sped up towards the crowd despite her discomfort.

"Quick! Drive up and block him. Let's see who's being so arrogant, using this sedan to risk their life!"

The crowd dispersed, and several top sports cars appeared, blocking the road. It seemed that these rich people were deliberately looking for trouble. There wasn't much time to think on this straight road. Barrett Walker had already made a decision. He almost floored the gas pedal. The car suddenly accelerated, swerved slightly, and sped up so much that it lifted off the ground. The car's roof was scraped off by the tire, rendering it useless. The control of this force was truly that of a god!

When the tires touched the ground, the black sedan roared away, leaving everyone on both sides dumbfounded. Their minds were a blur. This was what a real god could do. The spoiled young man whose car roof was damaged shouted, "Can't you drive? You owe me a car!" But the sedan had already disappeared from their sight.

Baran fell silent. He looked through the car window and saw Monica, but he didn't see who was driving the car. He tapped the steering wheel lightly, and then, with a somewhat irritable tone, he fiercely hit the steering wheel, picked up the phone, and made a call. After the call, his face improved a lot, but he was still somewhat skeptical.

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Monica was awakened by a pleasant aroma, so she opened her eyes. This was the central duplex high-end apartment in the capital city, several times more expensive than an ordinary villa. This was her own little home. She got out of bed barefoot and found herself in a different outfit. Her expression changed immediately, becoming somewhat grim, as she walked towards the kitchen.

She saw a purple clay pot stewing chicken soup on the fire, but there was no one around. Monica felt a bit weak as she leaned against the door, let out a long sigh, and suddenly someone appeared behind her. Without hesitation, she took a step back and pressed her back against the person behind her. The movement was silent, but the impact was like breaking bricks. The power of a female colonel was not to be underestimated!

Bang! The person who suddenly appeared behind her was pushed against her chest and spat blood, falling to the ground in pain. The sound was like an explosion, terrifyingly loud. Monica turned to look, and the person lay on the floor, in agony. Oh! As soon as Monica saw the familiar face, she lightly tapped her head and regained her composure. Wasn't this Barrett Walker? She exclaimed and quickly went to help him up.

"What's wrong? Where are you hurt?" Barrett Walker was just catching his breath, gasping for air and unable to speak. He was suffering from unbearable pain.

"Who let you sneak up on me from behind without saying a word? Don't you know I changed clothes? You scared me. I thought something happened to me. And then you just crashed into me..." Monica said with an unfriendly tone.

It took a long time for Barrett Walker to catch his breath. He explained non-stop, never thought his good intentions would end up like this. He was angry at the unfair retribution for his kindness.

Monica drank the chicken soup Barrett Walker made for her, watching him sulk in silence. Suddenly, she put on a pitiful look and said, "Sir, I'm sorry. Don't be angry, okay?"

Barrett Walker finally caught his breath, "Your clothes weren't changed by me?" Barrett Walker's first words were filled with explanations. He didn't expect that his good intentions to help her would lead to such a retaliation. It was infuriating!

Monica looked at Barrett Walker, who was sullen, and said, "Sir, I'm sorry. Don't be angry, okay?"

Such a stunning beauty, pretending to be pitiful, is enough to captivate any man's gaze! Barrett Walker was moved, but thinking about his own frustration, if he were to change her clothes and get slapped, it would be worth it! It is unexpected that being a gentleman would lead to such an outcome, truly proving the saying: "Don't pretend, or you'll be struck by lightning!"

"Have you finished eating? If so, I'll go back!" Barrett Walker always felt that he had stayed here for too long and could not resist punishing Monica on the spot. This woman has truly blossomed into such a beauty, but the more he calms down, the more he realizes the vast difference between them, making it almost impossible for them to be together.

"Ah! Where are you going? Are you going back to that shabby apartment? It's not good to live in such a bad environment, so just stay here with me! I'll take care of you!" Monica blinked at Barrett Walker, smiling sweetly, and sat down on the sofa, shaking Barrett Walker's arm.

His arm brushed against her towering breasts, the soft touch was very pleasant. Barrett Walker was reluctant to move away, almost about to agree, but these continuous and seemingly unbroken moments made him truly afraid of falling into it. What about Julia Menard, and her family's power? With a stern face, he said, "I have to leave. It's too expensive here, and I can't afford it!"

Barrett Walker pulled away!

"Go away! Get out of here! Why didn't you leave while I was still asleep?" Monica, like a roaring lion, wildly shook her long golden hair, angrily scolding.

Barrett Walker's body hesitated, realizing that he also had feelings for her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed for so long. He sighed heavily, realizing that perhaps his return was to settle a debt.

In the spacious living room, there was only one person, Monica, slumped on the sofa, her hair disheveled against the backrest, gazing up at the ceiling in a trance. Two shadows kept alternating in her mind: a rosy-cheeked child and a lean figure who had just thrown her out. "Why did you save me, even if you leave me, I won't blame you!"

Barrett Walker boarded a long-distance bus, sitting gloomily in the last row by the window. He had never imagined that fate would play such a cruel joke on him. As he fell asleep on the bus, the end of the world approached once again, but two women appeared - one being chased by a group of men who had stripped her of her dignity, and the other slowly weakening under the siege of powerful monsters. He didn't know who to save with his sniper rifle. Finally, he chose the woman besieged by the powerful monsters. The two faces gradually became clear. Monica stood on the bodies of the monsters, laughing heartily, but tears streamed down her face as she laughed. The woman being chased by the men was Julia. She also laughed, clinging to her tattered clothes and the bruises from the abuse. Although Barrett knew she couldn't see him through the sniper scope, he felt a wrenching pain. He woke up from the nightmare in an instant.

He had arrived in Hero City. The journey had been so slow! It was already dusk, and Hero City was still bustling. Barrett Walkered through the lively streets, feeling cold inside, his mind constantly replaying the dream. Why were both women crying?

"Quickly! Kill him, don't let this guy escape!"

Approaching the slums, it was full of restlessness, with men and women alike. Some thirteen or fourteen-year-old children were seen carrying various weapons, chasing a man with a lecherous look in his eyes. The leader had long, flowing black waist-length hair, and behind her was a bespectacled boy carrying a kitchen knife, with a face full of acne and freckles.

As the lecherous man approached, Barrett extended a foot, causing the man to fall and his glasses to fall several yards away.

"Quick! Finish him off!" The boy with long black hair jumped forward, and the boy with the glasses followed, delivering a fierce blow with the knife.

"Enough, Mario, Ingle, don't take a life." Barrett picked up the two boys and lifted them from the lecherous man.

"You dare to mess with our gang! Don't you want to live?" The boy with glasses said menacingly, but upon seeing Barrett, he stopped his threats and threw the knife aside, standing obediently to the side.

"Ah, Walk, it's you!" The boy with long black hair, Mario, also stopped his antics upon seeing Barrett, smiling with a naive and innocent expression that could captivate many.

"Again, harassing your sister!" Barrett Walker showed a helpless expression, releasing the two boys and asking.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and call him 'Brother Walk'!" Ingle, the boy with glasses, fiercely shouted at a group of children behind him.

"Brother Walk!" The crisp call did not convey the dignity of a gang, but rather resembled children in a nursery. However, considering their appearances, it was hard to imagine these good boys acting tough, leaving Barrett amused and bemused.

"Yes, Brother Walk, it's been a long time since you've been back..." Mario nodded and took Barrett's hand, dragging him into the slums. As Barrett turned, he gave the lecherous man, who was already lying on the ground, a fierce kick and signaled to Ingle.

"Remember, go easy on him! Just teach him a lesson, don't beat him to death!" Despite the chaos of the slums, the Federation wouldn't get involved even if someone died, but Barrett did not want these children to cause any fatalities.

"I know, you can rest assured!" Mario clung to Barrett's hand, practically hanging on him.

"Little guy, after a few months, you've grown so tall?" Barrett ruffled Mario's waist-length hair, which had become quite unkempt from lack of care. "Come on, let's go to my place and see how things are."

Turning into a dark alley, passing through several narrow lanes, and entering the doorway, there was only a dim street light, a narrow, crowded corridor, and a variety of tangled and moldy smells. Despite this, Barrett remained calm as he walked through the narrow corridor and opened a wooden door.

The room was messy, but it didn't smell musty. There was garbage scattered everywhere. Barrett wrinkled his brow upon seeing it. "Is this the home you wanted to show me?"

Mario looked embarrassed and smiled as he grabbed Barrett, tilting his face upward. "Brother Walk, it's those guys who made the mess, it's not my fault!"

"Alright, go call your brothers to clean up the house for me. Otherwise, be prepared for a spanking!" Barrett pinched Mario's chubby face, laughing.

"Oh! You're treating us like cheap labor! Do you have any money?"

"Get lost! Why don't you go find some money?"

This capsule apartment was only big enough for a bed, so it didn't need much cleaning. Soon, it was cleaned up, and Barrett and Mario locked the door and went downstairs.

Entering a dark warehouse, loud DJ music immediately assaulted their ears. There were women in revealing clothing constantly swaying their slender waists, exuding passion. This black bar was a place where Barrett did odd jobs and was quite familiar with the owner, Mario's sister, who was only twenty-five but had a keen business mind. Seeing Barrett enter with a child, the scantily clad women all came up to him. It was really hard to find a clean and tender young girl in the slums, and Barrett felt like he was sending a lamb to the slaughter.

Pulling Mario away from the clutches of numerous women, Barrett crossed the dance floor and headed towards the backstage area. The waitstaff didn't give him a warm welcome, as they knew he was fraternizing with a flower from the slums.

Before Barrett could even approach the separate office section shielded by partitions, he heard a thunderous roar. "Mario, where did you run off to this time?"

Mario immediately felt like a startled mouse, hiding behind Barrett Walker and softly murmuring, "It's definitely about that sleazy man with the glasses again!"