As soon as the woman finished cursing, a loud bang of a door slamming shut came from the other end of the corridor. That perverted peeping man had already hidden himself, luggage and all, inside room 701.

"The new teacher, good, very good. If I, your aunt, don't make you suffer to death and back, then my surname isn't Su!" The woman originally wanted to rush over and kick open William Bolton's door, but seeing people in the building across the way already peeking out, she didn't dare escalate the situation. She could only glare at William Bolton's 701 room, gritting her teeth and enunciating each word.

While the woman was gnashing her teeth outside, William Bolton had already carelessly set down his suitcase and started to look around his dormitory.

The dorm wasn't bad—about forty square meters, with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, bedroom, and even a small balcony. Although only the bedroom was relatively spacious and the kitchen and dining area were rather small, it was still comfortable for one person and easy to tidy up.

Aside from some simple decoration, the dorm was basically bare, empty and echoing. William Bolton figured he'd definitely need to do some serious shopping before moving in. But that suited him just fine—he preferred things simple and clean. If the room were filled with things used by others, it would only annoy him.

Looks like I'll have to meditate all night today, William Bolton thought, glancing at his watch. Seeing it was about dinner time, he knew there was still time to buy some daily necessities, but big items like a bed or washing machine would have to wait until tomorrow.

With nothing much to see in the empty dorm, William Bolton gave it a quick once-over, then decided to go eat and do some shopping.

William Bolton left his suitcase in the bedroom and headed out, strolling leisurely downstairs.

The scenery at Wuzhou University was quite nice, and the air was fresh. Behind the school was a small hill over a hundred meters high, and all around campus were lush green lawns and tall, straight dawn redwoods. In the center of campus was a small lake of about a hundred mu, with a tiny island in the middle, connected by a winding bridge. In the setting sun, a few small boats drifted on the lake, and now and then the laughter of youth could be heard.

Walking along the tree-lined path on campus, thinking that from today on he would be working in research and teaching at such a beautiful, tranquil university, William Bolton's steps unconsciously became lighter. But when he looked up and saw a familiar figure ahead, his pace slowed without realizing it. Remembering that he would be neighbors with that woman, a wry, helpless smile tugged at his lips. At the same time, the image of those two proud, trembling, full curves floated through his mind.

Maybe it was a woman's sixth sense being especially sharp, but even though William Bolton was at least twenty meters away, and his steps were as silent as walking on snow thanks to his cultivation, the woman still sensed him. She suddenly turned and glared at him fiercely, then snorted with a gunpowder-laced huff before turning back and striding on.

Seeing the woman look at him as if she wanted to eat him alive, William Bolton's wry smile deepened. Women really are tigers—best not to provoke them.

But after being glared at so fiercely, William Bolton couldn't help but have his gaze drawn to her.

She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, her legs long and shapely in her jeans, her small, perky butt swaying with each step, full of youthful allure, making one want to go up and give it a playful pat.

Only now did William Bolton realize that the woman he'd accidentally offended not only had a full, high chest, but also looked so graceful from behind—she was exactly the kind of curvy woman men dream of.

Thinking of her curves, William Bolton couldn't help but recall her face in detail.

Chapter 6: Seeking Revenge

Delicately arched brows, eyes like autumn water, long and slightly curled lashes, a straight and exquisitely sculpted nose, and moist, soft, sexy red lips.

Well, it turns out the woman he'd offended was not only tall and sexy, but also beautiful. Who knew how many admirers she had at the university? William Bolton couldn't help but shake his head, his wry smile deepening. Back in his own college days, his roommate David Howard had accidentally offended a campus beauty and nearly became the enemy of every guy in school—even their own roommates gave him a "brutal" hard time. William Bolton remembered that incident vividly. He hadn't expected that he'd just arrived at the school and already managed to offend such a beauty—and even caught a glimpse of her twin peaks.

Forget it, let the soldiers come and the water flood—I'm a cultivator, what do I have to fear! William Bolton thought, boldly letting his gaze sweep over that swaying, perky rear.

But even so, when the beauty turned at the fork in the road and headed toward the cafeteria, William Bolton still chose to walk toward the school gate.

He decided to eat at a small restaurant outside.

As soon as William Bolton left the school gate, Scarface, sitting in a Jinbei van, spotted him, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Hmph, doesn't know what's good for him!" At almost the same time, William Bolton caught sight of the Jinbei van out of the corner of his eye, a cold, disdainful smile curling his lips as he continued walking down Dongxin Road without the slightest pause.

On the third floor of the Supreme Entertainment Club in the East District, in a massage room.