Brought his newly recruited underling William Clark to the fifth floor of the cafeteria and ordered more than ten dishes. Anyway, with Mary Woods snuggled up beside him, there was no shortage of money. Bruce Bolton devoured the food, stuffing it into his mouth, occasionally looking up to smile at them, like a reincarnated starving ghost.

William Clark handed him a glass of water with a smile. “Relax, even if we booked the whole floor for you to eat, it wouldn’t be a problem. The person next to me is a little rich lady, way wealthier than I am!” This made Mary Woods roll her eyes at him, and when Bruce Bolton looked at her, he actually blushed, though the two of them were too busy teasing each other to notice.

“Why are they giving you trouble?” William Clark asked. Bruce Bolton put down his chopsticks and replied indifferently, “Maybe it’s because I look like I deserve a beating.” Seeing the somewhat cold expression on William Clark’s face, a wave of panic and unease rose in his heart, and he immediately straightened up and said seriously, “Boss, don’t worry. If anyone dares to mess with me again, I, the toad, will make sure they go down!” Seeing William Clark nod slightly, he finally felt at ease to eat. For some reason, William Clark in front of him sometimes gave off an unfathomable sense of pressure. It was the first time he understood what real presence meant!

“Who are those people?”

“They’re all from the Red Axe Gang, always loafing around and causing trouble, collecting protection fees every day, and sometimes robbing other schools and the like,” Bruce Bolton said while gnawing on a chicken leg.

“Red Axe Gang?” William Clark asked curiously. It seemed he was a bit out of the loop—he didn’t even know he’d been labeled as one of the school’s four trashy young masters, nor did he know anything about the gangs or beauties. He really had no idea what he’d been doing at school, other than sleeping.

“There are four major gangs in the school. There’s the Heroes’ Society led by second-year David Thompson, with over 370 members. The core members are the three vice presidents: Leonard Jones, Aaron James, and Kevin Hughes. Of them, Leonard Jones is the most formidable—he’s the head of both the Kendo and Judo clubs and excels at close combat. He’s one of the few in school who actually poses a threat to me. Aaron James’s father is said to be the city’s police chief. Below the vice presidents are the Four Heavenly Kings, but in my opinion, even all of them together aren’t as terrifying as their president, David Thompson. The Heroes’ Society firmly holds the top spot! The only real rival is the Chaozhou Gang led by third-year Paul Carter, with about 200 members, but their strategist Victoria Vaughn is absolutely ruthless! Then there’s the Red Axe Gang from earlier, with about a hundred members. Their boss is Philip Wade, the head of the security department in third year, and he’s got some skills.” Even more interesting is the “Phoenix Group,” which is made up entirely of girls, led by a mysterious figure who has yet to appear. As for the other scattered little groups, they’re not worth mentioning. After rattling all this off, Bruce Bolton quickly took a sip of water to moisten his throat. “How come I’ve never heard of you, boss?”

“It really is a bunch of warlords fighting for supremacy!” William Clark laughed. “Do you know who I am?” Bruce Bolton shook his head blankly, realizing he didn’t even know the boss’s name, and scratched his head in embarrassment, grinning foolishly. William Clark brazenly stroked Mary Woods’s smooth cheek and said, “You’ve heard of William Clark, right? That Rubblish Four Young Master?”

“Of course I know that guy! Boss, you’re not William Clark, are you?” Bruce Bolton exclaimed in shock, mouth agape. Mary Woods lay in William Clark’s arms, giggling. “So you’re that famous, huh!” William Clark placed his hand on Mary Woods’s breast, gently kneading it, and grinned mischievously, “Wife, how big is this?” Mary Woods hadn’t expected William Clark to touch her chest in front of someone else. She was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and crawl in, but the tingling sensation from her chest made her press even closer to William Clark. The unique thrill, combined with her lover’s caress, made the innocent girl gradually lose herself, only able to enjoy William Clark’s tenderness. Bruce Bolton quickly lowered his head, pretending he hadn’t seen anything. This boss really was a bona fide pervert—definitely not a virgin anymore.

“In a school of two thousand, there are actually seven or eight hundred gang members. That’s some serious ‘darkness’! In that case, let me put an end to this chaos and unify Mingzhu Academy!” William Clark suddenly slipped his hand into Mary Woods’s collar, desecrating the sacred peaks no one had ever touched before along her cleavage. “You’re my very first underling! What should we call ourselves?”

“With someone as proud as you, like a crown prince, the Crown Prince Gang would be perfect. How about that?” Martha Woods raised her blushing, beautiful face and smiled. “Crown Prince Gang! Crown Prince, that’s a great name! Boss, from now on, we’ll call you Crown Prince!” Bruce Bolton exclaimed, slapping the table in approval.