However, the fact that David Parker was mistaken for a virgin truly broke his heart—down there, the pain was excruciating. Some say that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but no, right now, comrade David Parker wants to tell everyone through his own experience: “Ten fingers are nothing, it’s your manhood that’s really connected to your heart!”

“You—you damn sneak attack, that’s not how you play!” David Parker hadn’t taken him seriously at first, given the obvious difference in their builds. But who could have guessed this thug would not only ambush him, but once again land a perfect hit below the belt? Luck, it had to be luck.

Brian Harris hadn’t expected him to fight back, so he went up and gave him another thorough beating: “You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Think us scholars are easy to bully, huh? Hmph, don’t think just because we’re scholars we can’t fight, or that PhDs can’t play dirty.”

Emily Cooper looked at his miserable state and secretly cheered, but worried that if the beating continued, it might get out of hand, so she quickly reminded them, “That’s enough, just teach him a lesson.” Maybe influenced by Brian Harris’s sense of humor, Emily Cooper playfully curled her lips and added, “Don’t beat him to death, you’re a scholar, after all.”

“Yeah, yeah, hmph, I’m a scholar, after all.” Brian Harris quickly stopped and struck a pose, cigarette dangling from his lips, hands on his hips, standing up straight. But with his bare arms and that cigarette, his “tough guy” image was miles away from a scholar’s appearance, making Emily Cooper want to cough up blood in exasperation. This guy, besides bragging, is just too damn funny.

Chapter 10: This Bottle Isn’t Birth Control Pills

There was once a wildly popular reptile called the cockroach. Later, because of its tenacious will, people gave it the nickname “Little Strong,” claiming it was the toughest species on earth.

Speaking of cockroaches, a stomp with a shoe sole might only injure its bones, a smack with a brick might just cause a comminuted fracture, and only a good squish would truly finish it off, smashing it to pieces.

Ahem, this isn’t nonsense—it's just that Brian Harris now wants to say: “Cockroach, my friend, your title as the world’s toughest has been taken.”

A young, robust cockroach was indignant, straightening its tight business suit and looking at Old Harris with disdain: “Impossible. Tell me, who’s tougher than us?”

Brian Harris helplessly pointed at David Parker, who was glaring at him from the floor, and explained the situation to the young cockroach. The cockroach could only hang its head in defeat: “I concede.” Yet in its expression, there was nothing but admiration and respect.

“Hey, Brian Harris, what are you doing over there?” Emily Cooper saw Brian Harris squatting in the corner, talking to a little cockroach, and was so exasperated she could spit blood. This guy is just… too damn funny, isn’t he?

“Hehe, nothing, just telling my friends about the glorious deeds of the security guard.” Brian Harris lit a cigarette and sat down next to her on the bed.

Emily Cooper raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth twitching: “You even have cockroach friends? Your network is pretty wide, huh?”

“Not really, not really,” Brian Harris chuckled awkwardly. “We’re just acquaintances, not really friends.”

She rolled her eyes and made a mock-threatening gesture: “If you keep being cheeky, I’ll… uh.” Suddenly realizing she wasn’t that close to him, her arm hung awkwardly in midair—neither hitting nor withdrawing felt right. The ambiguous atmosphere quickly thickened, and Emily Cooper composed herself, switching to a cool demeanor: “Please put out your cigarette. Don’t you think it’s rude to smoke in front of a lady?”

With a wry smile, he obliged, then turned his concern to her: “Does your face still hurt? Hmm, the swelling’s gone down, healing nicely. By tomorrow morning, you probably won’t even notice it.”

Just then, the still-unwilling David Parker let out another roar and, swaying, launched his 35th attack. He was so frustrated—why could this guy always hit the mark so precisely? Was he pretending to be weak? No, it had to be luck. He’d never lost a fight before.

“This is the 35th time, right?” Even Emily Cooper couldn’t help but pull a long face, shaking her head in helpless sympathy. “You should take a break. If you’re not tired, I am. If you can’t win, just go home and train for a few more years. No one will laugh at you. Don’t force it.” Her fox-like eyes drifted toward Brian Harris, and feeling vindicated, Emily Cooper couldn’t help but mimic his comedic style: “He’s a scholar, you know. Haven’t you heard? When scholars get ruthless, they’re really scary.”

“Pfft!” She couldn’t even finish before cracking herself up, unable to hold it in. Clearly, her comedic skills weren’t quite there yet. Emily Cooper covered her mouth, her charming smile nearly stealing Old Harris’s soul. He quickly shut his eyes, muttering something under his breath—probably that calming mantra, “I’m a married man.”

David Parker was furious—he’d never been so humiliated. But determined not to lose face even if he lost the fight, he refused to back down verbally: “You damn woman, don’t get cocky. One day, I’ll make you pay.”

“Think I’m easy to bully, do you!” Emily Cooper shot up and charged at him, holding a sheet to cover herself, but her beautiful legs were still on full display. With no trace of ladylike restraint, she unleashed a flurry of blows, letting David Parker experience firsthand what a woman’s fury really meant.