Brian Morgan easily neutralized her attack, grabbed her soft hand, and twisted her arm behind her back. The girl, unable to resist, fell into Brian Morgan's arms. Brian Morgan rubbed her ample hips from behind, and the girl's tears of humiliation flowed from his aggressive actions.

  “Brian Morgan! What are you doing?” an authoritative voice shouted angrily from a distance.

  Brian Morgan hurriedly let go of the girl's arm. In this school, the only person Brian Morgan truly feared was the principal—not just because of his position, but more importantly because the principal and his father had been old friends for many years. The only reason he had managed to get by in school until now was thanks to the principal's support.

  It was the first time Brian Morgan had seen the principal so furious. His face was ashen, and his lips trembled with anger. Ms. Annie followed behind him; she had just complained bitterly about Brian Morgan to the principal.

  The girl took the opportunity to break free from Brian Morgan's embrace and, sobbing, ran toward the principal. “Uncle! He was so awful, he tried to... molest me...”

  Now Brian Morgan was truly stunned. He never imagined that this girl was actually the principal's niece.

  Ms. Annie hid behind the principal, sneering coldly at Brian Morgan. Now Brian Morgan had stirred up a hornet's nest—even the principal, who had always been his protector, would no longer shield him. She added insult to injury, saying, “I've said it before, Brian Morgan has the worst character of any student!”

  The principal nodded in agreement. “I can tolerate your poor grades, but I cannot tolerate your bad conduct. You are expelled!”

  And so, with just thirteen days left until high school graduation, Brian Morgan was expelled from school. In fact, this incident didn't have much impact on him. Even if he had been allowed to take the graduation exams, he wouldn't have been able to pass. The final outcome would have been the same as now.

  Although Brian Morgan still put on an indifferent expression, deep down he was affected by being expelled. For him, the best way to vent his frustration was to go to 'Lingtai Mountain' and ride his Piaggio 800, finding release in the thrill of speed.

  Brian Morgan sped along the winding mountain road of 'Lingtai Mountain' at 230 kilometers per hour. This wasn't a tourist attraction; aside from the 'Guandi Temple' at the summit, there were no other historical sites. And since it wasn't tourist season, even though it was only dusk, there were no cars or pedestrians on the road.

  Ever since starting middle school, he had come here almost every week to practice riding, becoming intimately familiar with every blade of grass and tree. This mountain road was the most dangerous stretch in the city. At first, he could only keep his speed below sixty kilometers per hour, but after long-term training, he could now maintain top speed and take the winding, treacherous curves without slowing down at all.

  Of course, achieving this came at a steep price—on this mountain road, he had wrecked at least twelve expensive motorcycles.

  This brings up Brian Morgan's parents. Both were successful businesspeople, and their only way of showing love to their son was through money. Since Brian Morgan was in first grade, regardless of his grades, they used money to educate him: good grades were rewarded, bad grades were encouraged with money. In their minds, money was the best way to motivate their son to improve.

  A wry smile appeared at the corner of Brian Morgan's mouth. If they knew he had been expelled, would they still use money to encourage him? Brian Morgan twisted the throttle, the speed soaring to 260 kilometers per hour. Up ahead was the sharpest curve on 'Lingtai Mountain', and he wanted to take it at the limit.

  His body was almost parallel to the ground, the angle between the bike and the road at its minimum, the smell of rubber tires burning against the pavement filling the air.

  Focused on speed, Brian Morgan suddenly heard a startled cry, and then a flash of red appeared in his field of vision. Instinctively, he hit both the front and rear brakes. Before he could fully see what was ahead, his body was thrown from the bike, landing heavily on the ground far away. The intense pain made him immediately lose consciousness.

  He had no idea how much time had passed before he woke up. The sky was completely dark. By the faint moonlight, he saw that he was lying in the woods beside the road, and not far behind him, his Piaggio 800, now a heap of scrap metal, lay in a sorry state.

  Brian Morgan struggled to sit up, but the searing pain from his broken bones made him cry out in agony. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. With multiple fractures, Brian Morgan began to feel fear. This was a place where no one would hear him call for help. If no one found him in time, his fate would be grim.

  Both legs of his pants were soaked in blood. Judging by instinct, he knew he had suffered serious external injuries. Using his still-mobile left hand, he pressed two acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding that continued to flow.

  Brian Morgan had never been in the habit of carrying a phone, and now he regretted it deeply. He also thought of that hateful culprit—if it hadn't been for dodging her, he wouldn't have been so badly injured. Now she had fled the scene, leaving him to his fate.