Tiger Brooks was lying on a bed covered with snow-white sheets, wearing shorts. On either side of him, two female massage therapists dressed in white tank tops and white short skirts were kneading his shoulders.

The tight white tank tops outlined the voluptuous curves of the two female massage therapists’ chests, and beneath their white short skirts, their long, round, snow-white legs, paired with high-arched heeled sandals, made the massage therapists exude an irresistible allure from head to toe.

However, today Tiger Brooks was uncharacteristically restrained, sweeping away his usual lecherousness. For once, he didn’t grope the two massage therapists beside him, only occasionally reaching out to give their round buttocks a squeeze or two.

“Was that girl you met on the train today really that beautiful? She’s got you so uninterested in other women!” The man lying on the bed next to him glanced sideways at Tiger Brooks and laughed.

This man was about thirty years old, with flowing hair. He wasn’t as burly as Tiger Brooks, but his whole body was taut with muscle, his lines distinct, like a cheetah. His arms were longer than average, his hands larger, and his knuckles were covered with thick calluses.

He was Tiger Brooks’s boss, the well-known biker gang leader of the East District, Dewey Smith, who controlled several bars and leisure venues in the area. Dewey Miller had trained in boxing and used to fight in underground matches—he was a tough character.

“That girl was really something. Her aura could rival that of Hong Kong TVB’s leading actress Jessica Hsuan, but she’s even prettier than Jessica, and her figure is even better.” When Ironhand asked about Evelyn Clark, Tiger Brooks’s eyes lit up, and he instinctively gave the massage therapist’s plump buttocks a hard squeeze with both hands.

“No wonder you’re so well-behaved today. Even I’m getting curious after hearing you talk.” Ironhand laughed.

Just then, Tiger Brooks’s phone rang.

“Tiger Brooks, that kid just came out.” Scarface, watching William Bolton’s departing figure, called Tiger Brooks.

“Keep an eye on him. Wait until it’s dark before you deal with him!” Upon hearing this, Tiger Brooks flipped over abruptly, startling the two massage therapists into taking two steps back.

“That’s the college student who ruined your fun?” The smile faded from Ironhand’s face as he asked calmly.

“Yes.” Tiger Brooks hung up, his eyes flashing with a complex mix of hatred and fear.

“Is that college student really that tough?” Ironhand had been in the game since he was young and was very perceptive about people. He could tell that Tiger Brooks both hated and feared that college student.

“Ahem, boss…” Tiger Brooks looked a bit embarrassed when Ironhand asked, but since Ironhand was his boss, he had no choice but to answer honestly.

“You all go out first!” Ironhand’s eyes were sharp, immediately noticing Tiger Brooks’s embarrassment, and he waved the massage therapists away.

The four female massage therapists immediately sashayed out of the room, each with a hint of curiosity on their faces. After working in this kind of place for a while, they’d all become shrewd. They could tell that Tiger Brooks had suffered a big loss at the hands of that college student. But how could a college student possibly beat Tiger Brooks? Just his size alone was enough to scare people, not to mention he was a famous top enforcer in the East District.

“That kid is really strong—he could pick me up and throw me out!” Only after the four massage therapists had left did Tiger Brooks speak awkwardly, his fleshy face actually turning a little red.

No wonder—someone his size being picked up and thrown out by a college student on a train… If word of this got out on the street, Tiger Brooks’s reputation would be ruined.

“What? He picked you up and threw you out?” Ironhand sat up abruptly, staring at Tiger Brooks in disbelief.

At six foot three and two hundred pounds, even Ironhand, known for his arm strength, didn’t think he could manage that.

Seeing Ironhand staring at him, Tiger Brooks’s face twitched, but in the end, he nodded heavily.

“Hearing you say that, I want to meet this college student myself.” Seeing Tiger Brooks nod so seriously, Ironhand’s long, elegant eyes suddenly burned with fighting spirit as he said in a deep voice.

William Bolton ate a bowl of beef noodles at a Lanzhou noodle shop, then went to the Suning Appliance store three bus stops from the school to buy a Haier washing machine and air conditioner, but both would have to be delivered the next day.

After leaving Suning, William Bolton went to the nearby Lianhua supermarket to buy hangers, slippers, towels, toothbrushes, a summer quilt, and other daily necessities, as well as larger items like a chair, table, and wooden bed. But these big items also had to be delivered the next day.

Even though the big items would be delivered to his door by the store tomorrow, when William Bolton left Lianhua supermarket, he was still carrying a huge pile of bags.

By the time he left Lianhua, it was completely dark. Standing by the roadside, William Bolton looked at the big and small bags in his hands. Thinking about how this shopping spree had almost completely wiped out the savings he’d painstakingly accumulated during his graduate studies, and not knowing when the school would pay his salary, he finally gave up on the idea of taking a taxi and carried his bags along the road, heading back toward the school.