Emily Clark saw that it was a call from the fat guy David Sullivan, and immediately felt a surge of anger. He was just about to curse when David Sullivan's anxious voice came through the phone.

　　"Boss, come save me, quick!"

　　"What is it? I don't have any money!" Emily Clark replied bluntly. This guy David Sullivan often ran out of money chasing girls, then called for help, and Emily Clark's own empty pockets had a lot to do with him.

　　"Boss, this time it's really a matter of life and death!" David Sullivan was almost in tears.

　　"When is it ever not real with you!" Emily Clark shot a sideways glance at Yvonne Foster, who was still blocking his way with outstretched arms, and said angrily.

　　"Kid, bring ten thousand yuan to the East Bus Station right now, or your buddy might just become a eunuch!" A strange man's voice came from the phone.

　　Emily Clark's expression changed instantly, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Chapter 6: On the Road

　　"Alright, I'll be right there!" Emily Clark replied calmly.

　　Emily Clark's friends and family from the past are the same as those now, because the current Emily Clark is a complete fusion of mortal and immortal, possessing both the memories, thoughts, and feelings of a mortal and those of an immortal. These feelings and memories make no difference to the current Emily Clark; the only difference is the time and place they happened, but they are all part of Emily Clark's life now.

　　David Sullivan was his best buddy before, and still is now.

　　Yvonne Foster sensed something was off, but she still stood there with her long arms outstretched, chest thrust forward, her big eyes looking at Emily Clark in confusion, not knowing if Emily Clark was pulling some kind of phone trick.

　　"Move, I have an emergency!" Emily Clark couldn't bother with Yvonne Foster any longer, reached out and gave a push.

　　Yvonne Foster hesitated for just a moment and didn't move aside, only to feel a palm, full of masculine energy, press down on her firm, maidenly chest.

　　Yvonne Foster's face flushed red, she stumbled back several steps, her big eyes a bit dazed and panicked, then immediately filled with murderous rage.

　　Emily Clark was a bit stunned—he really hadn't meant to do it. But he had to admit, Yvonne Foster's chest was indeed firm and bouncy, and felt great to the touch.

　　"Emily Clark!" Yvonne Foster screamed, as if she wanted to kill Emily Clark with her voice alone.

　　Emily Clark snapped back to his senses, his face looking quite unpleasant.

　　"Sorry, I really have an emergency!" Emily Clark charged forward again, successfully escaping, but his back felt icy cold.

　　Just a moment ago, a virgin touch had already earned him the title of pervert, and being forced to live with this woman. Now, after touching a virgin, he probably couldn't escape the label of lecher, and didn't dare imagine what else might happen.

　　"Fine, Emily Clark, you big pervert, you big wolf, you can run from the monk but not the temple, escape the first but not the fifteenth, if I, your aunt, don't torment you to death and back, I'll have let down my own chastity!" Yvonne Foster watched Emily Clark's figure disappear at the stairwell, gritting her teeth and cursing.

　　This time the loss was huge, and Yvonne Foster was on the verge of tears!

　　Meanwhile, the culprit Emily Clark was sprinting out of the neighborhood, waving down a cab and heading straight for the East Bus Station.

　　Under the dim overpass at the East Bus Station, five people stood—one woman and four men.

　　The woman was very voluptuous, wearing a low-cut V-neck T-shirt that exposed at least a third of her snow-white breasts, with a deep cleavage that seemed bottomless. She wore fishnet stockings and a short skirt that tightly wrapped her plump hips, revealing a stretch of pale, slightly chubby thighs. At the moment, she was looking disdainfully at the trembling David Sullivan.

　　On either side of David Sullivan stood two punks with dyed hair, and in front of him was a tall, fat, bald man with a face full of scars.

　　"You fat bastard, you lied to me that your old man not only has a house and a car, but also owns a hotel, made me strip and dance for you, and it turns out you're just a broke loser!" The overly voluptuous woman lifted her foot and viciously kicked David Sullivan's left leg with the pointed toe of her high heel.

　　Luckily, David Sullivan had plenty of flesh, so his bones weren't hurt, but the pain made him clutch his foot and howl, though he still managed to protest.

　　"I didn't lie to you, my old man does have a house and a car, and even a hotel!"

　　"Still talking back? I'll kick you to death! A broken house in the countryside counts as a house? A little truck counts as a car? A small diner in a town counts as a hotel?" The woman kicked him again and again, her white chest bouncing wildly, and as she lifted her leg, her panties showed under her short skirt, making the two punks' eyes light up as they swallowed hard.

　　David Sullivan howled again, but still argued, "Why not? You never specified the standards!"

　　"You still have the nerve to talk back? Listen, if that so-called rich friend of yours doesn't bring ten thousand yuan soon, I'll kick your balls to pieces, and you'll never touch a woman again in your life!" The woman was so angry her face turned green. She thought she'd hooked a rich sucker, but it turned out to be a broke fatso.

　　David Sullivan immediately covered his crotch, staring anxiously into the distance, feeling completely hopeless. He knew Emily Clark didn't have much money either, so all he could do was hope he could scrape together the cash and get here fast.

　　"Damn car accident!" Emily Clark slapped the car in frustration, his face full of anxiety.