Unfortunately, it was already too late. Just as Tiger Brooks's fist was about to touch William Bolton's nose—his prominent nose seemingly about to burst into a spray of blood under that massive fist—a slender hand suddenly and precisely clamped down on Tiger Brooks's thick wrist.

Tiger Brooks immediately felt as if his wrist had been caught in an iron vise—cold and unyielding.

A sharp pain shot from his wrist through his entire body. Before Tiger Brooks could even struggle, he suddenly felt another hand grab his waist, then squeeze hard, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

The tall and slender William Bolton, who looked lean and delicate, actually lifted the huge, 1.9-meter-tall Tiger Brooks completely off the ground and tossed him down the aisle.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as Tiger Brooks's massive body arced through the air. Charlotte Clark's mouth hung open again, unable to close, and even the train police officer who had rushed over stopped dead in his tracks, dumbfounded by the astonishing scene before him.

A man standing 1.9 meters tall, with a broad frame and strong muscles—just how much strength would it take to throw such a big guy into the air like that?

The entire carriage instantly fell silent, with only the sound of the train wheels grinding against the tracks. For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.

With a loud "thud," Tiger Brooks's huge body flew two meters through the air and crashed heavily onto the aisle floor, making the carriage tremble slightly. Only then did everyone snap out of their daze, shuddering as if waking from a dream. They glanced at Tiger Brooks, who was groaning and trying to get up, then looked at the calm, composed, and still refined William Bolton with a mix of fear and disbelief.

This man looked so gentle and fair-skinned—how could he possibly have such strength?

"What happened here?" Just as Tiger Brooks, supported by his two sidekicks—one thin, one fat—finally managed to stand up, the train police officer snapped out of his shock, gripped his baton, and strode over.

"It's nothing, nothing, we were just messing around!" Seeing the officer approach, and having just witnessed William Bolton's astonishing skills, Tiger Brooks no longer dared to act tough. Supported by his two sidekicks, he hurriedly forced a smile at the officer. But his smile looked even worse than crying.

Having worked as a train police officer for years, he could easily tell that the three of them were troublemakers. Seeing that someone had already dealt with them, he was happy to let things be and had no desire to escalate the situation or invite trouble.

"You're all adults—still playing around on a train! Hmph! You three, watch yourselves!" The officer pointed his baton at Tiger Brooks and his two sidekicks, then turned and walked away. As he passed by William Bolton, he couldn't help but give him a long, searching look.

Seeing William Bolton wearing glasses and with such delicate features, the officer couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this young man possessed such strength!

Once the officer left, the other passengers also withdrew back into their seats. But after being kicked and thrown by William Bolton, and then scolded by the officer, Tiger Brooks and his two sidekicks had no face left to stay in this carriage. They hurriedly made their way to another car, but as they left, all three shot William Bolton a resentful glare.

However, at some point, William Bolton had already picked up ""Reader"" again and was once more absorbed in reading, as if the three of them meant nothing to him.

Charlotte Clark also sat back down, watching as William Bolton once again picked up ""Reader"" and read intently. For some reason, she felt a surge of indignation.

Am I really that unappealing? Am I really not even worth a word from you?

Still, she was deeply impressed by how easily William Bolton had picked up Tiger Brooks and tossed him out. No one had seen it more clearly than she had—the movement was as smooth as flowing water, so light and effortless, indescribably graceful!

"Have you practiced martial arts?" After waiting a long while and realizing that if she didn't speak up, this incredibly strong young man across from her would quietly read all the way to Wuzhou City, Charlotte Clark's natural curiosity finally overcame her pride and reserve.

Years of rigorous training and study had made William Bolton a man of few words. But that only meant he didn't like to start conversations; if someone spoke to him first, he would still reply politely—especially if the other person was a beautiful woman he admired. Though he didn't show it outwardly, he was actually quite happy to talk with her.

"A little," William Bolton said calmly, gently closing ""Reader"" and looking up to meet Charlotte Clark's gaze.

It was only then that William Bolton noticed how fine and long Charlotte Clark's eyelashes were, and how her slightly full, rosy lips added a touch of feminine allure to her sharply defined face.

If she smiled, she would definitely be beautiful! As William Bolton looked at Charlotte Clark, who even when asking questions maintained a calm, serious demeanor like a lawyer in court, this thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"No wonder you're so strong!" Charlotte Clark said.

William Bolton gave Charlotte Clark a faint smile, with no intention of false modesty.

After all, saying he'd only practiced a little martial arts was already humble enough for someone like William Bolton, who was just a step away from entering the Foundation Establishment stage. If he tried to be any more modest, even he would feel he was being insincere.