"Get lost!" William Bolton saw that the fat guy actually dared to hit him in public, and his refined, fair face immediately turned cold. He leaned slightly against the window, making space, then lifted his foot and kicked the fat guy right in the stomach.

The fat guy never expected that William Bolton, who looked just like a college student, would be so decisive when it came to fighting. In an instant, William Bolton kicked him right out of his seat. His whole plump body crashed into the skinny guy, and with a thud, both of them tumbled into the aisle.

The entire train car instantly fell silent, with everyone's shocked gaze landing on the two thugs scrambling awkwardly to their feet. Especially Charlotte Clark, whose mouth hung open in surprise—she could practically fit an egg in there.

Having clawed her way up from the grassroots level to become the top official of a town at just twenty-eight, Charlotte Clark had seen all kinds of people. But she never would have guessed that since boarding the train, this guy—who hadn't even made a peep and looked every bit the student—would turn out to be such a tough character!

Chapter 2: The Strongman with Glasses

Tiger Brooks saw that this young man, William Bolton, had actually knocked his two underlings to the ground with a single kick. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his face twisted with a fierce, menacing look.

In the south, someone who stands 1.9 meters tall is a rare sight, and with all those impressive muscles, as soon as Tiger Brooks stood up, a powerful aura radiated from him, making everyone in the train car suck in a sharp breath. As for stepping forward to break up the fight or heroically intervening, no one even dared to think about it. They had no intention of getting involved with such a dangerous man for the sake of a stranger. The train attendant standing between the two cars was so frightened that her face turned pale; she didn't even think to call the police, let alone try to mediate.

But the person at the center of it all, William Bolton, stood up calmly, meeting Tiger Brooks's gaze head-on.

William Bolton wore black-rimmed glasses, his face delicate and fair, with a scholarly, refined air. If he hadn't stood up, it would have been fine, but now, in contrast, Tiger Brooks's size and strength seemed even more intimidating. The people in the car all looked on with pity, as if they were already witnessing a gruesome scene.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have guts!" Tiger Brooks saw that William Bolton dared to stand up and look him in the eye, and with such a calm expression, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. But admiration was one thing—William Bolton had knocked his two underlings to the ground in public, and he had to get his dignity back. Of course, he didn't consider that if they hadn't provoked William Bolton first, they wouldn't have ended up on the floor.

"But, the thing I hate most in this life is people acting tough in front of me! If you kneel down and kowtow three times right now, I'll let you off. Otherwise, heh heh!" Tiger Brooks bared his white teeth, sneering contemptuously.

After all, this was a train. A little crude language or lewd behavior was one thing, but actually starting a fight made Tiger Brooks a bit wary. Of course, if William Bolton didn't cooperate, Tiger Brooks was ready to risk it and teach him a lesson. If things really got out of hand, he could always ask Ironhand Smith to spend some money to bail him out. At worst, he'd just spend a few days in detention.

Ironhand Smith was Tiger Brooks's boss—not only wealthy, but also somewhat famous in Wuzhou City, with a few police friends. As long as no one was seriously injured, getting someone out shouldn't be a problem.

"Or what? Do you think there's no law? Don't forget, there are train police on board! If you really dare..." Just as William Bolton's lips curled into a mocking smile and he was about to speak, the cold and sexy-looking woman across from him spoke up first.

William Bolton was slightly taken aback, then looked at Charlotte Clark with interest, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

First, his underlings were kicked by a student, and now he was being threatened by a woman—Tiger Brooks was so angry his face turned ashen. He glared viciously at Charlotte Clark and said, "Shut up!"

"The one who should shut up is you! I'll count to three. If you know what's good for you, get lost and we'll let this go. Otherwise, deal with the consequences yourself!" William Bolton saw Tiger Brooks threatening Charlotte Clark, and his refined, fair face grew even colder as he spoke icily.

Without caring whether Tiger Brooks understood his warning, he began counting on his own: "One..."

"Damn it!" Tiger Brooks saw that William Bolton was even more arrogant than he was, and finally couldn't hold back. He clenched his fist and swung it hard at William Bolton's refined, fair face.

He was utterly sick of that face by now!

As Tiger Brooks swung his fist fiercely at William Bolton, someone in the train car screamed, and some timid women even covered their faces, not daring to look. Even though Charlotte Clark was pretty brave, seeing a 1.9-meter-tall brute swinging his iron fist at William Bolton's fair face made her turn pale and shriek, "Stop!"

William Bolton watched the fist, wind whistling, coming straight at him. Not only did he show no sign of panic, but a mocking smile appeared on his face. That smile made Tiger Brooks's heart involuntarily skip a beat, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.