“I’ll fuck your mother’s chicken coop!” Everyone saw that Chicken Coop’s jinxed mouth had summoned that terrifying guy back again, and they all shivered involuntarily. Then, all eyes turned to Chicken Coop, their gazes as sharp as knives. Ironhand was so furious that he kicked Chicken Coop right in the butt.

“It was him!” Almost at the same time that Chicken Coop was kicked out by Ironhand, everyone pointed in unison at Chicken Coop, who was lying on the ground trembling, and accused him.

“Fuck!” Seeing everyone accusing him, Chicken Coop finally blurted out, “Fuck!”

“Didn’t expect it, you’ve got guts!” As soon as Chicken Coop uttered the word “fuck,” a light, floating voice sounded in his ear.

Chicken Coop shuddered violently, suddenly realizing that his “fuck” had come out at the worst possible moment. He hurriedly scrambled over, tears and snot streaming down his face, crawling to William Bolton and pleading in a choked voice, “Hero, hero, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, I wasn’t saying fuck you, I was saying fuck…”

Before Chicken Coop could finish, he felt a chill on his back. Looking back, he saw thirty-two pairs of eyes staring at him like knives. He shivered again and cried, “Can’t I just fuck myself instead?”

“That’s a pretty difficult thing to do!” William Bolton said lightly, then walked straight past him toward Ironhand and the others.

Chapter 8 Easton Brooks

Chicken Coop saw that William Bolton, this god of death, wasn’t coming after him, and his taut nerves instantly relaxed. He collapsed limply to the ground. But as Ironhand and the others saw this terrifying guy walking toward them, they were the complete opposite of Chicken Coop—their legs were shaking, and even Ironhand’s face turned deathly pale.

But as the boss, Ironhand had no choice but to muster his courage and step forward.

“Big brother, it was our fault this time. We admit defeat. Please, be magnanimous and let us off!” Seeing William Bolton approaching step by step, Ironhand finally cupped his hands and pleaded.

“Big brother? Am I that old? But I have to say, I do like the sound of that.” William Bolton glanced at the pale-faced Ironhand, then tossed all his bags over to him.

“I was just thinking of taking a cab but I don’t have any money. You can be my taxi driver this time.” William Bolton said as he walked toward the black Land Rover SUV.

Ironhand hurriedly caught the bags, and seeing that William Bolton had come back not to torment them further but just to make him the driver, he felt a huge sense of relief. He didn’t care at all that, as the boss of a biker gang, carrying bags and acting as a driver was beneath his dignity. He quickly grabbed the bags and trotted after William Bolton, completely losing any trace of the suave style of Xu Wenqiang from Shanghai Bund.

“Big brother, are we going to Wuzhou University?” After carefully stowing the bags and getting into the driver’s seat, Ironhand asked respectfully.

He had no choice—after all, in less than five seconds, all thirty-two people had been knocked to the ground. William Bolton was just too monstrously strong, so Ironhand had to be cautious and respectful.

William Bolton nodded in response, but just as Ironhand was about to start the car, William Bolton suddenly remembered something and waved his hand. “Wait a moment.”

Seeing William Bolton suddenly wave to stop him, Ironhand’s heart skipped a beat, thinking he’d changed his mind and was going to torment them after all.

“Are there any quick and nimble people among you? My room still needs to be cleaned up a bit.” William Bolton pointed at the biker gang members who were still standing there trembling, and said thoughtfully.

Big brother, you really know how to mess with people—you’re going to give us a heart attack! Seeing that William Bolton just wanted a few people to clean his room, Ironhand was greatly relieved. He pointed at the crowd and said, “Chicken Coop, Finch, you two come with us.”

As soon as Ironhand finished speaking, Chicken Coop and a girl dressed in a bold, revealing, and trendy outfit, with a stunning figure and a pair of long, shapely legs, jumped onto a motorcycle.

Vroom vroom—the roar of the motorcycle engine echoed through the night, especially jarring.

Hearing this grating sound, William Bolton couldn’t help but frown slightly. These two were already dressed outrageously enough, and now riding this flashy hunk of metal—no way the gate guard would let them in!

“Get in my car!” Just as William Bolton was frowning, Ironhand shouted at Chicken Coop and Finch.

Hearing this, William Bolton glanced at Ironhand and said coolly, “No wonder you’re the boss—you’ve got a sharp mind.”

If anyone else had complimented Ironhand like that, he’d probably have punched them. But coming from William Bolton, the notorious boss of the biker gang in East City actually felt a bit giddy, a sense of comfort washing over him.

“Big brother, you flatter me!” Even as he enjoyed the praise, Ironhand didn’t dare get cocky and quickly replied modestly.

“My name is William Bolton.” After all, William Bolton was a scholar raised in the ivory tower. Seeing Ironhand so obedient in front of him, he couldn’t help but soften a little, not wanting to embarrass the boss too much. He extended his hand to Ironhand and said calmly.

“So you’re Easton Brooks! My name is Dewey Miller, but everyone on the street calls me Ironhand. You can just call me Little Dewey.” Seeing the legendary “martial arts master” William Bolton reach out to shake his hand, Ironhand was both flattered and surprised. He quickly shook hands with William Bolton and replied humbly.