Mark Smith pulled up his pants with a feeling of deep resentment, vowing to make himself look good once his pants were on. Upon hearing Barrett Walker's words, which seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, Mark was suddenly filled with rage and reached for the gun in his pocket: "Where's my gun?"
"Really shouldn't have spoken to a beast like a human," Barrett Walker said as he picked up the gun and forcefully smashed it against Mark Smith's head. He shouted, "You were looking for a gun, right? Here it is, you beast, truly disgusting."
Mark Smith only felt a pain in his head, completely ignoring the madman's words in front of him. Something deeply ingrained in his mind seemed to be shaken. As the grandson of the Human Federation's executive, he maintained his noble posture, thinking of nothing but dirty words aside from women: "You mutant imbecile, you ass-faced freak!"
"What's wrong with me, huh?" Barrett Walker roared, seemingly unlocking his inner warrior's brutality as he charged at Mark Smith, knocking him down and immediately raining down a flurry of punches. Listening to the dried-up curses from the person beneath him, he felt an inexplicable urge to laugh as he focused on the task at hand - beating someone up. Each punch landed on Mark Smith's face, the slight pain between each blow feeling incredibly real. It brought an immense sense of relief, as if releasing pent-up anger from a past life. This was what it felt like to be human! He would never bow down, never be weak. He would resist, resist to the end.
A pair of gentle yet icy hands made their way to Barrett Walker's back. The raging thoughts in his head gradually cooled as he looked down at the now unconscious Mark Smith. He spat on him and said, "All the sows in the world should thank me. Judging by their standards, you're the most handsome one." As he turned around and looked at the familiar face that was so alluring, he thought of the countless nights he had been haunted by it. Even though she was right beside him, his own humility prevented him from mustering the courage to say "I love you." In this life, Barrett Walker swore to never let her down.
"I'm so hot! I want you, give me!" At that moment, draped in sheer, fragrant silks, with her fair shoulders partially exposed and a complexion so rosy it seemed as if a touch could make it drip with moisture, the heat rose and the scent of maidenhood wafted through the air, like the faint scent of orchids mingled with musk, casting a spell on all who inhaled it. Julia Menard's face, beautiful enough to topple nations, was flushed, her body ice-cold yet burning like fire. She lay half-reclined on Barrett Walker's body.
Holding such an irresistibly beautiful woman, combined with emotions from a past life, intoxicated Barrett Walker. He felt like he was sinking into a realm of tenderness, finally doing things and loving like he never had in his previous life. "You little bastard, dare to ruin my good time! Let go of my cash cow. You, a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Why don't you go look in a mirror?" A furious shout came from a middle-aged woman in a black professional suit, her frame adorned with frameless glasses. Sweat-induced crystals sparkled in the sunlight, casting a garish light on her plump, slightly menacing face.
Barrett Walker was awakened by the water spraying him. He looked at the middle-aged woman at the door and suddenly felt a desire to laugh. How could someone so fat and audacious dare to show her legs? Compared to the beautiful woman in his arms, she seemed like a speaking, big white pig. Unable to contain himself, he blurted out, "Hey, big white pig, hello!" As soon as the word left his mouth, Barrett Walker remembered the person who was its opposite. In the previous life, it was this woman; incredibly malicious. For some reason, she had reported Julia Menard to the federal court, threatening to expose her dirty secrets. It was the lowest point for Julia Menard, and it was then that she moved out of her mansion and into her rented capsule apartment. Hearing the woman's insults, his lingering doubts vanished. Perhaps the dirty secret she threatened to expose was that Julia was drugged and taken advantage of.
Everything was her doing - she drugged Julia Menard. Suddenly, Barrett Walker's anger flared up. Despite his reserved nature in front of others, he couldn't help but berate her, "Just now, calling you a big white pig was an insult to pigs. Look at yourself, caked in such a thick layer of makeup. Disgusting." "Get lost! Haven't you seen that I dared to hit him? Do you want to upgrade to a pig, oh yes, you already are." Barrett Walker ranted without pause, looking at Morbis who was still standing at the door. He couldn't resist adding one more thing as he adjusted Julia Menard's disheveled clothes, covering her exposed chest. He was held tightly by her and struggled to move. He whispered in her ear, "Darling, I'll never let you go in this lifetime. Can you loosen your grip? I can hardly breathe."
"You little beast, I'll report you for rape." Morbis was left stunned and unable to process the words, some of which were beyond her comprehension. It took her a long time to understand, and she was so angry that she almost had a nervous breakdown. She pulled out her phone to take pictures inside the house.
Watching Morbis's actions, if it weren't for Julia holding him tightly, Barrett Walker would have jumped at this wicked woman. Although he never hit women, she hardly counted as one; at most, she was a standing monster.
Now she dared to take out her phone to take pictures. Remembering her smug expression at the federal court, Barrett Walker's anger flared up once again. It seemed that after his rebirth, he encountered a lot of scum at this prestigious high school.
One hand rested on Julia Menard's soft, shapely buttocks as Barrett Walker lifted her up and approached, while the other hand performed a reverse wristlock. There was a snap! The phone fell, and he kicked it away before it hit the ground. Before it landed, his foot didn't stop and landed another kick in her crotch, exclaiming, "Ouch! Don't think that only women can do this trick." Morbis's 160-pound massive body trembled, the excess fat shaking as she bent over in pain, crying out, "My hand!"
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Ron Brown was awakened by the water and, looking at the slightly ingratiating smile in front of him, couldn't help feeling angry. He raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap, even louder than when adding spice to a romantic encounter. He sat up, his bones seemingly all out of joint, and scolded, "Are you here to eat shit? How could you not stop a person? Where is that person? Where did he go?" "He's right here!"
As a mere student at a prestigious school, Ron Brown could only tolerate the director's scolding. He heard a terribly mournful howl from a distance, a sound that was very familiar. It was the evil woman's agent, who was always arrogant, given her association with the Green family. Sometimes she said such malicious things about Julia Menard that even he found them hard to bear. When he couldn't help but interject, he was met with a barrage of foul language and threats. She claimed that he was trying to seduce Julia Menard and that the Green family would break his legs and leave him in the wilderness.
"This evil woman, evil people will eventually meet their match!" The incredibly mournful howl was music to his ears. It seemed as though the previous scoundrel wasn't so detestable after all. Despite the pain in his ribs, he suddenly thought of a scheme. Looking at the people around him, he immediately shouted, "I only brought you here to watch the fun, didn't I? Do what you need to do and get out of here."
"You don't actually pay us, but you keep harping on about it, so annoying..." Some of the temporary actors couldn't help but mutter under their breath.
"Hey! Is this the police station? Ah! I'm a student at Jazz High School! There's been a serious fight here, and someone's even been killed..." "Hey! Is this Agence France-Presse? Ah! I'm a student at Jazz High School! Is there a reward for providing news? Hurry up! Two young masters are fighting over the new diva of the music world, and the police are already here. If you're late, there won't be any news left to report."
The scheme was truly ruthless, throwing him under the bus. Perhaps everyone in that room would experience a fall from grace, even facing imprisonment. With so many students at Jazz High School and influential figures backing them, no one would dare to investigate the students there. "A fight broke out at Jazz High School, a place that needs special attention! If a criminal matter arises, I, as the chief, won't have it easy. My old man would kick me out if he found out, brothers! Claudia's mother passed away early, and we all served under her father. Her father's sacrifice was great, and she just graduated from the police academy. I entrusted her to you."
Chief of Police, Went Roland, had been in such a crucial position for over a decade and had never encountered such a perplexing issue. However, when it came to the late boss's orphan, it was truly a headache. Even the ace black captain, who was about to go on duty, was planning to stay behind to have a serious talk.
"I knew you would summon me at such a critical moment, my esteemed chief, my good brother! We've been partners for so many years, and we've both watched Claudia grow up. As the younger brother, I should help my brother and share the burden with the chief, but you know that wild girl is not easily tamed. If she joins my team, it will be chaos, and the entire federation will be embarrassed. Isn't that a disgrace for you, Chief?"
The black captain, Teg, looked troubled and quickly poured out his grievances to the chief. "Well, you handle it. In any case, we cannot let down the late boss," Went Roland decided to push that wild girl in, and without waiting for any objections, he got up and walked out, grabbing a police officer and asking, "Where is the new girl?"
"Good day, Chief. Are you referring to that stunning lady? She just arrived in her police uniform, but then she heard about a major case. Someone's Harley-Davidson was parked outside, and she hopped on and zoomed off. The speed was incredible! Her skirt didn't even flutter in the wind. You can imagine how skilled she must be, absolutely impressive."
The young officer, being observed by two esteemed figures in the police force, was not at all intimidated. Instead, he enthusiastically described the scene he had just witnessed. Teg, the black captain, looked at Went Roland with a knowing expression, realizing that he had acted without consulting the captain.
"Do you know who I am? I am from the Green family. Dare to lay a finger on me and I'll have your entire family thrown into federal prison." Her hand was being folded by Barrett Walker, and the plump, round face of Moore Biss kept trembling with fear and anger as she looked at this unfamiliar student. She thought he was just a hotheaded person who was trying to play the hero and defend the damsel in distress. She screamed in pain and threatened in fury.
"I'm going to touch you now. What are you going to do about it?" Barrett Walker never expected this woman to be not only malicious, but also foolish. She couldn't see the situation clearly and dared to make threats. With a forceful tug, a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard as her joint was dislocated, and her hand hung limp. "Get lost! I have things to do right now, and I don't want to talk to you. Do whatever you want. Even if the old man, the Green family's chairman, comes, I'm not afraid."
Barrett Walker was reminded of his dislike for the Green family, especially the woman who had married his weak father, and the two brothers, Daven Green in particular, as well as the headstrong war god grandfather who had arranged his marriage. The woman, Maggie Green, had left a deep impression on him. Perhaps he had a lifelong grudge against the Green family, as the entire Green family, apart from the chairman, Matthew Green, was detestable to him. Thinking of this, Barrett Walker couldn't possibly have any goodwill towards the Green family. "Very well, you wait and see!"
Moore Biss had never suffered such a huge loss of face in front of others. How could she swallow this humiliation? Despite the pain all over her body, she didn't leave quietly. She wanted to threaten a few words and reclaim the Green family's reputation.
"Get lost!" Barrett Walker kicked Moore Biss in the buttocks, and her 160-pound body flew out like a rocket, hitting her head on the flowerbed, feeling a bit dizzy. Then she flew out and fell on Mark Smith's back, and both of them fainted.
He lifted the door again and closed it, then picked up Julia Maynard and put her back on the bed. He looked at her face, which had haunted him countless times in his previous life, with a serious expression. Her flawless skin, delicate features, and perfect golden ratio were like a priceless work of art. He gently stroked her face and softly said, "Darling, can you let go of my hand? I know you're in pain, so I'll help you get rid of the toxins in your body. They're not good for you if they linger for too long." Julia Maynard seemed to understand Barrett Walker's words and obediently released her tightly held hand. Barrett Walker scanned the room and found the bottle of wine. After opening the lid and sniffing it, he found that Mark Smith had remained rational and had not drugged his own wine. He poured some wine into his hands and rubbed them vigorously, preparing to administer the antidote to Julia Maynard.