“Earlier?” David Walker gestured to her: “The one with big eyes, the corners of her mouth always slightly upturned, like she’s always smiling.”

“Oh, you mean Little Emily? She quit.”

“Quit? Why?” David Walker was very surprised. He hadn’t expected that after just one conversation, she would no longer be working here.

“She had a fight with the boss and just quit.” As soon as David Walker heard this, anger flared up inside him: “Damn it, what kind of boss is that? He must have bullied her. Bring him to me!” The network admin glanced at him, thinking he’d run into a lunatic, and ignored him. Now that David Walker had the backing of the 倥侗 Sect, what was there to be afraid of? He lifted his foot and, with a loud “bang,” kicked a computer monitor off the table: “Tell him to come see me!”

The network admin ran off as fast as he could. The other people surfing the internet, seeing trouble brewing, quickly paid and logged off to avoid getting caught up in it. Taking advantage of the chaos, David Walker hurriedly dialed a number: “Hello, Little Emily? Quickly notify the 倥侗 Sect people, I’m at Red Bird Internet Café, I’m being surrounded…”

Little Emily was very responsible and immediately notified Grace Carter, who reported to Thomas Moore. Thomas Moore was furious and smashed a rosewood tea table with a slap: “What do they take us for! We are dignified disciples of the 倥侗 Sect, not street thugs looking for a fight. We’re not going! Let him get beaten to death for all I care…” Grace Carter quickly tried to persuade him: “Uncle-Master, please calm down! Don’t forget what the Sect Leader instructed before we left. If we want the 倥侗 Sect to rise, this is our chance!”

Thomas Moore snorted angrily and gritted his teeth: “Even so, we can’t go start a brawl!” Grace Carter was at a loss for words. Thomas Moore said, “How about this, you notify Andrew Lewis, let him handle this matter.” Grace Carter nodded.

In the Red Bird Internet Café, David Walker faced a group of fierce-looking network admins, his heart pounding: The 倥侗 Sect is powerful, don’t let me down! The leader of the group was the boss of the internet café, a bald man who looked extremely vicious, tossing a steel rod in his hand: “Kid, was it you who trashed my place?”

Volume One: A Turn of Fortune

Chapter Eight: Visitors in September

Even with someone backing him, David Walker still felt a bit timid when the moment came, mumbling and not saying a word. The bald man sneered: “What’s wrong, where’s all that swagger from before?” He stepped forward: “What’s wrong, I heard you were looking for Little Emily? That’s right, I did bully her. If I take a liking to her, that’s her good fortune. Damn bitch, still putting on airs with me…”

Hearing him insult Little Emily, David Walker immediately shouted in anger: “Bastard, shut your mouth!” The bald man was stunned, thinking he’d misheard, then suddenly burst out laughing: “Well, well, in all these years, no one’s dared to act tough in front of me, James Scott. Looks like I’ll have to kill again today!” The bald man raised the steel rod, and David Walker, terrified, shrank back, bumping right into someone. That person reached out and grabbed the bald man James Scott’s arm.

“Ow… hey, hey…” The bald man James Scott grimaced in pain. The man’s arm was like an iron clamp, gripping his arm tightly, and it was obvious he was a martial artist. His thumb pressed exactly on one of James Scott’s pressure points, and James Scott’s hand instantly went limp. With a clang, the steel rod fell to the ground, and his body went numb and weak.

“Good man, please… have mercy…” James Scott pleaded with a tearful face. The strong network admins behind him were all stunned. They’d seen the boss fight before—his ferocity was what allowed Red Bird Internet Café to stand out in such a prime location, driving all the competition away.

But today, after just one move, he was on his knees begging for mercy. That showed just how skilled the newcomer was. Everyone looked at each other awkwardly; not one dared to step forward to help James Scott. David Walker knew his reinforcements had arrived. He hid behind the newcomer, secretly sizing up his savior. The man was tall, at least 1.85 meters, with muscles rippling under his black jacket—clearly not someone to mess with.

James Scott was in so much pain he was sniffling and tearing up. If his arm weren’t still being held, he would have collapsed to the ground already. By now, it was getting dark; night had fallen.

“Get lost!” The man let go, and the once arrogant James Scott fell to the ground with a thud. His men scattered in panic. Just then, a commotion erupted outside, and a network admin rushed in, terrified: “Boss, boss, something’s wrong! Someone’s smashing up the place outside!”

James Scott groaned as he got up, thinking how unlucky he was today—just got beaten up, and now someone else was causing trouble.

“Who is it?”

“I think… I think it’s the Iron King Kong from Boss Lewis’s crew…” This network admin had followed the bald man James Scott for years and knew a bit about the underworld. As soon as he said this, James Scott shivered: “Andrew Lewis? When did I offend him?”

David Walker immediately reverted to his petty nature, grinning as he stepped out from behind the man: “You offended me. Got it now?” He walked up to James Scott, and with a flick of his hand, gave James Scott’s bald head a slap.

“Ow!” The scream, however, came from David Walker himself. He shook his fingers in pain and then gave James Scott a hard slap across the face: “Damn, why is your skull so hard!”