William Clark sat on a long stone bench, eyes closed. He, who should have been carefree and only known happiness in the eyes of others, now Clark showed a deep sadness, his signature flippant smile gone, the air of cynical laziness replaced by nameless fatigue.

At this moment, William Clark was a completely different person, even he himself hadn’t noticed the change.

Just then, a disheveled girl came running out of the woods, crying, and stumbled to the ground in front of William Clark. Behind her were more than a dozen students in high school uniforms, cursing incessantly. At the very back, a typical rich kid with a toothpick in his mouth strolled along slowly, his eyes glinting with malice and ill intent.

William Clark opened his eyes. Since the girl had her back to him and he couldn’t see her face, William Clark couldn’t be bothered to get involved. There were plenty of bad things happening in the world, and he wasn’t some justice warrior, under no obligation to maintain world peace. Besides, he himself had done plenty of bad things—“A gentleman helps others succeed,” and since they were all the same kind of people, he had even less reason to ruin someone else’s fun.

William Clark turned away, planning to take a nap. If it doesn’t concern you, keep out of it. Stepping up to stop bad people and bad deeds is something only good people do. As a bona fide bad guy, he’d rather just sleep.

Soon, the group of sneering high school students surrounded the girl, who had just managed to stand up shakily. The “fashionable bad boy” in Alexander McQueen (Givenchy) strode up to the frightened girl, roughly lifted her chin, and sneered, “Run, why aren’t you running now? Do you think you can escape from the palm of my hand, Victor Grant? There’s never been a woman I wanted who got away! You’d better obediently become my woman, or else you won’t just be taken by me, the ‘scum’ you call me—heh heh heh…” The others burst into raucous, lewd laughter, their gazes growing even filthier.

Hearing the name Victor Grant, William Clark’s eyes snapped open, a sinister smile curling at his lips. A bunch of idiots—don’t they know I’m trying to rest?

Although he couldn’t see the girl’s face, someone who could attract this much attention probably wasn’t ugly. If that was the case, playing the hero and saving the beauty might be worthwhile. Plus, he’d just heard a name he despised, so it seemed he couldn’t just stand by.

“You, let me go! Samuel Lewis won’t let you get away with this!” the girl cried out in a trembling, fearful voice that made one feel pity for her. “Go ahead, scream! If you’ve got the guts, scream! Let’s see who dares to save you. Who would dare meddle in Victor Grant’s business! I wouldn’t mind letting everyone know about the ‘special relationship’ between you and me, hahaha…” Victor Grant laughed wildly, as if he’d heard the world’s funniest joke. “Samuel Lewis? Didn’t you say I’m scum, not even a man? Well, he Samuel Lewis is even less of a man! I really wonder if all you women are blind!”

Did this pighead not realize how awful his laugh sounded? “Trash!” William Clark cursed, let out a loud yawn, stretched lazily, and leaned back on the bench, looking like he was settling in to watch the show.

At this point, the always arrogant Victor Grant finally noticed there was someone else here who didn’t know their place. Seeing that someone dared not to get lost while he was handling business, he signaled to two students nearby. The two walked toward William Clark. One, a burly guy wielding an iron rod, said, “Kid, are you tired of living?”

William Clark looked at the two idiots swaggering in front of him. Saying I’m tired of living? You’re the ones looking for death. A cruel smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, bastard! If you’ve got the guts, come hit me!” The student with the rod, enraged, swung it at William Clark’s head. William Clark disdainfully turned his head aside and, with a lightning-fast punch, struck the guy in the stomach, never losing his smile. The guy’s eyes went wide as he slowly collapsed to the ground, showing just how powerful that punch was. While the other was still stunned, William Clark easily took him down with a karate chop. No challenge at all. William Clark shook his head and looked at the girl, finally getting a good look at her face.

The girl broke free from Victor Grant’s grip and stepped back. Her tear-streaked, delicate face was indeed stunning, though her aura wasn’t as striking as the cold beauty he’d seen that morning. Still, she was a true beauty—Victor Grant had good taste. William Clark rushed over, grabbed her soft hand, and before Victor Grant could start cursing, looked past him in alarm and shouted, “Principal!”

Everyone was startled and instinctively looked in that direction. William Clark grabbed the girl and bolted. “Idiots, why would the principal come here for no reason? If he wanted to have an affair, he’d go to a hotel! Morons!” Fighting was exhausting, and if his mom found out, he’d get a scolding and a lecture for sure. The best plan was to run. He didn’t have time to play with these guys. There’s no shame in running away—what bad guy doesn’t know how to run? By the time Victor Grant and his gang came to their senses, William Clark and the girl had already run far away, like a pair of lovers eloping.