Eric Foster shouted and pointed over here. Glancing at the person by the entrance, he saw from their clothes that they weren’t from this school. The police cadets immediately rolled up their sleeves and yelled, “Damn it, where are you from? Looking for trouble?”

With more people shouting, more onlookers gathered. Students are always idle, and with the holidays approaching, they were even more bored. The excitement escalated—on the second floor, some had already opened the windows, climbed onto the ledge, and jumped down with a thud. Some rushed out of the restroom, pants half up, and instinctively blocked the way.

These energetic young police cadets usually fought among themselves for fun—how could they let outsiders off the hook?

In a daze, the crowd grew larger and larger. The three were dumbfounded—this wasn’t a police academy, it was like walking into a den of bandits. In their moment of shock, Eric Foster seized the opportunity. Taking a few quick steps, he ran up and leapt into the air, delivering a side kick. The one who’d already been punched in the eye was a bit slow to react and got kicked right in the neck, rolling over and over on the ground, groaning and twitching as if in ecstasy.

The other two squared up, ready to fight for their lives, but Eric Foster quickly jumped out of the circle and shouted to the gathering crowd, “Brothers, these bastards came from who knows where and were peeping in the women’s restroom. I just said something and they wanted to shut me up... Everyone, let’s show them what this place is!”

Hearing this, the police cadets were furious. There were already few girls, and their quality wasn’t great, and now even those were being peeped at by outsiders? Unacceptable. The trainees, arms crossed, slowly closed in, each eyeing the three like tigers stalking prey. Step by step, they forced the trio back, and back, and back again, until they were almost against the wall. One glanced at the dormitory’s surveillance camera and said, “Alright, they can’t see us now.”

Outsiders probably didn’t know the police academy’s rules—even when fighting among themselves, they’d pick spots out of the cameras’ view for a fair fight. Once out of surveillance, who could say what happened? And so, the beating began. The three big guys became entertainment for the cadets to burn off energy. Punches and kicks flew as they were circled around like a carousel. Every blow was aimed to hurt but not at the face—an elbow here, a soft spot there, a kick to the back of the knee. Soon, the air was filled with screams, and the three, unable to take the beating, begged for mercy.

Mouse arrived late and eagerly ran up to add a couple of kicks; Ethan was even later, and by then the three had already been dragged off to the student affairs office by the school’s disciplinary team. Many people unanimously identified the trio as peeping in the women’s restroom, so the beating was well deserved. The disciplinary team, also made up of police cadets, certainly wouldn’t side with outsiders. On the way, someone even kicked them a couple more times, cursing:

“Got eyes now? This is the police academy, not an art school. You’re lucky you’re not crippled.”

No kidding—the police academy’s thugs and the art school’s “chicks” are both famous! This time, they really got themselves into trouble.

No one noticed that Chief Grant was quietly watching. Halfway through, he couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief—he was surprised to witness such a mess. But his professional instincts quickly made him serious again; it seemed this case couldn’t stand up to scrutiny.

Would someone really come to the police academy to peep in the women’s restroom? And as a group?

Someone had already guessed the answer. Emily Brooks had seen the whole thing from afar and suddenly turned to look at Adam Parker. Adam Parker looked embarrassed, blaming the three for being so useless. Emily Brooks quickly pieced together the actions and motives. That morning, after being bumped by that rascal Eric Foster, she’d told Adam Parker. Trying to curry favor, he’d gotten people to deal with Eric Foster that night, but unexpectedly, his own people got caught up instead.

“You sent them?” Emily Brooks’s voice was icy as she glared at Adam Parker.

“I... um...” Adam Parker rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to say. He’d planned to say “evil meets evil” after it was done, but who knew fate would side with the villain.

“If you’ve got guts, challenge him one-on-one. What’s the point of sending people? Seriously.” Emily Brooks really thought this was a cowardly move. She turned and stormed off. Adam Parker hurried after her, explaining as he went, though it was probably pointless. The beautiful An entered the women’s dorm and ignored him.

When the disciplinary team took the trio away, Chief Grant was about to leave, but then, behind the laughing and chatting crowd, he saw Eric Foster, Samuel Reed, and Ethan Cooper sneaking off toward the back of the cafeteria. Driven by a sudden curiosity, he quietly followed...

Chapter 09 Right and Wrong, Hard to Tell

“What happened? Why did you get into a fight?” Mouse was being pulled by Eric Foster into a dark corner and asked in confusion.

“Yu’er, you’re making this up, right? Most of the girls at our police academy are like dinosaurs. Haven’t you heard? When a police academy girl turns around, the principal gets so scared he wants to jump off a building; when two turn around, all the hooligans on the street surrender. Haha, if someone really wanted to peep in the women’s restroom, we wouldn’t even need to beat them up—they’d be scared off themselves.” Ethan also noticed something was off and snickered.

“That’s not entirely true. The beautiful An isn’t like that, and that girl from Datong in the second year is pretty nice too,” Mouse corrected.

“In my observation, real beauties never use the public restrooms... If it were those two beauties, I’d go peep myself—why would I let them have the chance?” Ethan snickered. Mouse got mad when he heard this and scolded Ethan, “You’re such a damn pervert. You even observe this kind of thing... and you didn’t even invite me to observe with you, damn!”