“Let me just call you Ironhand. I know that in this world, where there are people on the right side of the law, there will also be people on the wrong side. I’m not going to force you to turn over a new leaf or anything. But since you’ve crossed me today, I still have to warn you: don’t bully ordinary people. Otherwise, if I find out, you won’t get off as easy as you did today!” As William Bolton spoke, he pulled a one-yuan coin out of his pocket and, with a gentle squeeze, crushed it into a lump as if it were made of modeling clay.

This was a steel-core, nickel-plated coin—drilling a hole in it would take some effort, but the man in front of them had crushed it into a ball with just his fingers. If those fingers poked someone, wouldn’t they punch a hole right through?

Ironhand stared at the coin, now a small lump in William Bolton’s hand, and cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead. Only now did he realize how gentle and polite William Bolton had been earlier. If he’d used even a bit more force, none of them would have escaped without being crippled, if not killed.

“Y-yes, I’ll definitely remember Easton Brooks’s lesson today!” As the leader of the biker gang, Ironhand’s last bit of courage was scared out of him by William Bolton’s display. He nodded repeatedly. As for Chicken Coop and Finch, who had just gotten in the car and witnessed this shocking scene, they were already dumbfounded, a sudden urge to pee overwhelming their bladders.

“As long as you remember. But don’t tell anyone about what happened today!” William Bolton casually tossed the lump of coin to Ironhand.

Ironhand fumbled to catch it. The coin was scorching hot, as if it had just come out of a fire, but Ironhand’s limbs were ice-cold. He nodded again and again.

“All right, let’s drive.” William Bolton turned his head toward the window and said calmly.

Hearing this, Ironhand carefully put away the crushed coin, then stuck his head out the window and shouted, “If anyone dares to spread word about tonight, I’ll have Walter rip his ass apart.”

With that, Ironhand slammed on the gas, and the SUV shot forward. Almost simultaneously, everyone except Walter felt their anal sphincters clench and instinctively covered their butts with their hands.

Walter, one of the four top enforcers of the biker gang, was a burly, muscular man—a real tough guy, and also gay.

Ironhand was a skilled driver; the car was steady and fast, and they soon arrived at Wuzhou University.

Wuzhou University had five gates, including two east gates along Dongxin Road. One was the main east gate, guarded by proper security; cars entering or leaving usually had to show ID and answer a few questions. The other was the family gate for the faculty dormitory, used by teachers’ relatives and friends. It was open around the clock, and unless there was a special reason, the guard rarely checked anyone. Everyone called this the “old main gate.”

This was something William Bolton, being new, didn’t know. He was still wondering what to say if the guard questioned them when they entered, but Ironhand had already driven straight to the old main gate.

Seeing the car pass through the gate without a hitch, William Bolton said in surprise, “Looks like you know Wuzhou University pretty well?”

“I hang around this area. I’ve even invested in a few bars and entertainment spots. If you ever want to have some fun around here, or run into any trouble, just use my name, Easton Brooks.” Talking about this, Ironhand finally regained some self-respect and perked up.

“Oh, looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself!” William Bolton glanced sideways at Ironhand.

At this, Ironhand suddenly snapped back to reality. The man beside him could crush coins with his bare hands—what was there to brag about in front of someone like that?

Thinking this, Ironhand immediately became humble again. “Heh, in front of Easton Brooks, how could I say I’m doing well? My family was poor when I was a kid, and I only took this path out of necessity. Now I want to turn back, but my heart’s already wild, and I can’t bear to give up what I’ve built. Besides, I have a bunch of little brothers to support—I can’t just walk away.”

“Easton Brooks, Ironhand really looks out for us, and in our places, we never allow drugs or force women into anything,” Chicken Coop interjected.

William Bolton was a bit surprised and glanced at Chicken Coop, who had just been as timid as a mouse. Chicken Coop shrank his head and started trembling again.

Seeing this, William Bolton smiled, then turned to Ironhand and said, “Looks like you’re not a bad boss after all.”

Hearing William Bolton praise him, Ironhand scratched his head in embarrassment—a rare sight—and changed the subject: “Which dorm building are you staying in, Easton Brooks?”

Chapter 9: Underworld Cleaner

“I live in the teachers’ single dormitory,” William Bolton replied.

“Teachers’ dorm? Aren’t you a student?” The three of them looked at him in shock.

“What? Do I not look like a teacher?” William Bolton, having been mistaken for a college student yet again, retorted irritably.

“You do, you do—it’s just that you look a bit too young!” Ironhand replied quickly.

Ironhand wasn’t just flattering him. William Bolton was only twenty-three this year, already quite young, and after years of cultivation, his skin was especially fair and delicate. Having never mixed in society, he had a scholarly air about him, making him look even younger.