"Jason Brooks, you bastard, who said we're a couple!" Emily Foster, seeing she couldn't break free, raised her other hand to hit Jason Brooks, but Jason Brooks reached out and grabbed that hand too, grinning, "Hitting means affection, scolding means love. If you're about to hit me, what else could we be but a couple?"

Emily Foster, seeing Jason Brooks holding both her hands and teasing her like this, was so angry and anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, big guy, isn't it shameless to bully a girl like this in broad daylight?" Just as tears brimmed in Emily Foster's eyes, a plainly dressed boy, clearly from the countryside, walked over carrying a bag, patted Jason Brooks on the shoulder, flashed two rows of white, neat teeth, and asked with a smile.

This boy was, of course, none other than Andrew Grant, who had come to the county town for high school.

"Damn, you little country bumpkin who hasn't even grown all your hair, you dare meddle in my business? Are you tired of living? Get lost!" Jason Brooks turned his head and saw it was a clearly rural boy daring to butt in, so he angrily let go of one of Emily Foster's hands and swung a slap at him.

But just as Jason Brooks's hand swung out, with a "smack!" Andrew Grant grabbed his wrist, and immediately Jason Brooks felt as if his wrist was caught in a cold iron clamp, hurting so much that he cried out.

"Kid, let go! It hurts like hell!" Jason Brooks yelled, having already let go of Emily Foster's other hand, and swung a fist at Andrew Grant.

But his fist had only gone halfway when his wrist was caught again by Andrew Grant.

"Whose 'old man' are you? Try calling yourself that again and see what happens?" Andrew Grant hated it when people called themselves "old man" in front of him, his face turned cold, and he tightened his grip.

"I won't, I won't, let go!" Both of Jason Brooks's hands hurt, and he finally didn't dare act tough anymore, quickly begging.

Andrew Grant didn't want trouble, so seeing Jason Brooks beg for mercy, he let go.

"Damn it!" As soon as Andrew Grant let go, Jason Brooks immediately regained his arrogance, got off the bike, and kicked at Andrew Grant.

"Watch out! Jason Brooks, what are you doing?" Emily Foster saw Jason Brooks raise his foot to kick Andrew Grant, and shouted in shock and anger.

But before Emily Foster could finish her sentence—

With a "thud!", Andrew Grant had already kicked him in the stomach. Jason Brooks felt a sharp pain in his belly, stumbled forward, and fell flat on his face.

At that moment, Emily Foster's almond-shaped eyes widened, her delicate hand covering her cherry lips, staring in disbelief at Jason Brooks lying on the ground.

Some of the onlookers were also quite surprised.

Because in terms of size and age, Jason Brooks was bigger, but in the end, he was the one knocked down with a single kick.

"Nice kick!" But soon, someone cheered.

Although these people saw Jason Brooks riding a motorcycle, tall and arrogant, and didn't dare step in, they didn't mind cheering when someone taught him a lesson.

Chapter 0008 Renting a House

"Nice your ass!" Jason Brooks got up from the ground, glared furiously at the people cheering, then, with a fierce look, charged at Andrew Grant, who was already walking away with his bag, back turned, and kicked at him again.

"Watch out!" Quite a few people shouted.

But while their voices were still echoing, Andrew Grant, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, kicked backward, and with another "thud," Jason Brooks fell to the ground again, face-first. This time it was even worse than before—he chipped half a front tooth, and blood streamed from his lips.

"Good one!" This time, the crowd applauded.

Jason Brooks got up from the ground, finally realizing that this country boy must have some skills and wasn't to be messed with. He didn't dare charge again, and having lost all face today, he finally got back on his motorcycle.

He started the motorcycle and sped straight at Andrew Grant.

"Watch out for the motorcycle! Jason Brooks, are you crazy?"

"Ah! Watch out!"

Seeing the motorcycle charging at Andrew Grant, many people cried out in fear, some women even covered their eyes, not daring to look. But Andrew Grant seemed completely unfazed, still walking unhurriedly with his bag. If someone had observed him up close, they would have noticed his eyes were especially cold at that moment.

"Screech!" In the end, Jason Brooks didn't dare hit Andrew Grant with the motorcycle. He swerved at the last moment, brushing past him, then spun the bike around and stopped several meters away, glaring fiercely at Andrew Grant, "Kid, you'd better watch yourself! You'd better hope I don't see you in the county again, or you'll be in big trouble!"

With that, Jason Brooks sped off on his motorcycle.

Andrew Grant watched Jason Brooks ride away, shook his head with a wry smile. His parents didn't want him to get into trouble in the county, but he had barely gotten off the bus and already found himself in a mess.

Of course, if something like this happened again, he would still step in without hesitation.