They say saving a life is more precious than building a seven-tiered pagoda. Bidegla, with good intentions, wanted to rescue her, but when she arrived, he scolded her and heartlessly turned off his phone. If she were to take her own life, Bidegla would never forgive himself.

As the phone rang, Bidegla couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The fact that the call went through meant that there shouldn't be any problems.

"Darling..." the phone was answered, and a very weary voice came through, lacking strength, but from the sound of it, she shouldn't be too old.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about your trip to Zhuhai City. Where are you? I'll come find you right away," Bidegla asked, a look of apology flashing across his face.

"I don't know where I am, I'm by the river," the voice on the other end of the phone sounded even more weary, tugging at Bidegla's heart.

She had traveled so far to find him, but he left her waiting for two or three hours. Thankfully, she hadn't come to any harm, otherwise, the guilt would have been immense.

The river was the only one in Zhuhai City, so without inquiring about the location, Bidegla simply said, "Wait for me there," and hung up the phone.

Arriving at the garage, Bidegla drove his Lamborghini out of the First Bamboo City. About ten minutes later, he arrived by the river.

But the embankment by the river was incredibly long, easily more than ten kilometers, so how was he supposed to find a woman he had never met before? It could take forever.

So, Bidegla parked the car by the side of the road and called Zitkalasa again.

"Where are you? I'm by the river, I don't see you," Bidegla said, looking around.

"I'm..." on the phone, Zitkalasa gave Bidegla some landmarks, then added, "I'm wearing a purple dress, you'll see me when you arrive."

With that, the call was ended, and Bidegla got back into his car.

The car moved slowly forward, and Bidegla's eyes scanned the riverbank quickly. He had X-ray vision, so he didn't need to look closely; as long as they were close, he could see what clothes people were wearing, and he could even see them without clothes.

The car moved slowly, about ten minutes passed, and Bidegla finally saw a shop sign that Zitkalasa had mentioned on the phone.

Looking around, Bidegla suddenly saw a purple-clad woman crouching by the river.

But at this moment, she was not alone. There were several other scruffy young people surrounding her.

"Hmph," Bidegla stopped the car and walked towards them.

"Hey, I see you've been squatting here by the river for over an hour now, homeless, right? How about this, you come with me, I promise to provide you with a place to stay, and you'll enjoy it," a young man in tattered jeans spoke by the side of the purple-clad woman, reaching out to grab her head.

Hearing his words, the young people around him laughed out loud, very arrogant.

Although people saw several big men bullying a woman, no one dared to step forward. That's just how this society is—everyone is afraid of getting into trouble. These hooligans didn't look like good people, and no one wanted to invite trouble.

But before his hand could touch her head, the woman in purple suddenly lifted her head, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

But at this moment, her face was somewhat cold as she said, "If you don't want to die, you better not try anything."

Her voice was icy, as if it made the surrounding air drop a few degrees.

Hearing her words, the hand that wanted to touch her head also froze.

"Grass, my dear Joanne, what kind of woman doesn't appeal to me? I've set my eyes on you and offered you my grace, don't turn away from grace." The ruffian cursed loudly, his expression turning unpleasant.

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To think that he, a man, was actually intimidated by a woman, oh dear. But it must be said that this beauty was truly stunning, he had never seen a woman so attractive before.

The thought of her ignited a fiery passion within him, the prospect of spending a night with such a beauty was enough to make him willing to sacrifice ten years of his life.

"Disappear from my sight immediately, otherwise you won't be able to leave later," the purple-clad beauty said coldly, lowering her head afterwards.

"Grass, who do you think I am, Joanne? Today, you will leave with me, whether willingly or not. I refuse to be defied," Joanne's companion declared, making a move to grab the woman's head once again.

But before his hand could reach her, an unsettling voice sounded from behind them.

"Several grown men bullying a defenseless woman, how shameful of you?" The voice, not particularly loud, carried a strong sense of disdain, causing Joanne and his henchmen to turn their heads simultaneously.

However, upon seeing Bidegla's frail appearance, they all began to sneer. Mocking a beautiful woman might be tolerable, but now they dared to dismiss even a weak scholar.

If they weren't taught a lesson, they would truly underestimate the extent of Bidegla's capabilities.

"Who the hell are you?" one of Joanne's lackeys spoke up arrogantly.

"Never mind who I am, release the woman and you can leave," Bidegla spoke calmly, his voice gradually regaining composure.

He was still in the process of recovery, and if possible, he wanted to avoid using force. After all, conserving his strength would hasten his return to normal.

"Grass, who do you think you are? Dare to speak to us like that, beat him!" Joanne's expression turned increasingly unpleasant upon hearing Bidegla's words, and he motioned for his three lackeys to charge at Bidegla.

Initially, Bidegla had no intention of resorting to violence. However, these individuals were so obstinate, despite his willingness to let them go.

As he pondered this, Bidegla's gaze gradually shifted from calm to sharp, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh, is this kid trying to act tough? Looks like he's in for a beating," a few young onlookers nearby sneered.

Those ruffians looked tough and this greenhorn's recklessness was asking for trouble. If he got beaten, he would have brought it upon himself.

"Too weak," Bidegla shook his head, completely disregarding them. Although he was not at the peak of his strength, handling a few street thugs was child's play.

Like a basketball rebounding off a wall, the lead lackey was sent flying by Bidegla's punch.

The sound of a splash echoed as the lackey was flung several meters away and landed in the river.

"Damn, am I seeing things?" The onlookers who had previously mocked Bidegla now stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost, unable to resist rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

To have sent a person flying seven to eight meters with a single punch, was this still a human being?

Witnessing Bidegla's ferocity, Joanne and his companions were also taken aback, abruptly halting their advance and stopping about two meters away from Bidegla.

Although Joanne was just a street thug, he had witnessed real gangsters in fights before. However, their strength paled in comparison to this seemingly fragile man.

A single punch sent a grown man weighing over a hundred pounds flying seven or eight meters away. Is this even possible?

At that moment, all of them were intimidated by Bidegla and dared not advance any further.

"Who are you, really? Your skills are extraordinary, you are definitely not an ordinary person," Joanne spoke up with a hint of a worldly tone.

Upon hearing his words, a faint smile crossed Bidegla's face as he said, "What if I told you I'm your father, would you believe me?"

"Damn it." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Joanne cursed loudly and along with his companions, charged forward. They believed that one person's skill was not enough to take on all of them, but Bidegla proved them wrong as he effortlessly sent them tumbling into the river.

"Is this a movie set?" A voice of shock came from nearby, as many people had already noticed the situation.

One punch sending someone flying, what kind of fists did he have? How could they possess such terrifying power?

Ignoring the bewildered gazes around him, Bidegla walked directly to the stunned woman in purple.

"Are you Zitkalasa?" Bidegla asked, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Yes, who are you?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the woman in purple nodded, but her face clearly showed caution as she took a step back.

"I am the person you are looking for," Bidegla said with a penetrating gaze that swept over the woman in purple.

Before seeing his in-game wife, Bidegla thought she might be some middle-aged woman, but he never expected to find such a beautiful woman, with a face like a melon seed and a natural charm. Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, emitting a faint fragrance.

She was crouched on the ground at the moment, her eyes slightly red and her body trembling as she hugged her legs.

With the weather approaching the end of autumn, the chill in the air was likely to have caused her discomfort after waiting here for over two hours.

Realizing this, Bidegla felt a deep sense of remorse. A woman of such beauty had been waiting in the cold for him, and he could not help but feel guilty.

Moreover, her delicate and weary appearance made him want to embrace and comfort her.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about your coming here earlier. I apologize," Bidegla said apologetically.

"Honey..." Before he could finish his words, the woman in purple suddenly stood up and threw herself into his arms.

Her movements were swift, catching Bidegla off guard, leaving him unable to respond, almost like a puppet being held.

Wait, what's going on here?

"Wow." Not far away, the onlookers widened their eyes, filled with envy and jealousy.

Rescuing a beauty and being embraced by her, where could they find such good fortune? Now they regretted that time could not be turned back. This was indeed a missed opportunity.