He finally managed to start the engine, and the motorcycle wobbled as it sped off into the distance.

The moment the bike started, his mind suddenly went blank. It felt less like he was driving and more like the motorcycle was moving on its own inertia.

In a daze, he heard Little Emily Harris crying. Just as William Carter was about to say something, two strong beams of light shone directly in front of him. Instinctively, he swerved the bike to the side, causing it to lose balance. With a harsh screech of metal scraping against the ground, the two of them fell onto the concrete road. A large patch of skin on William Carter's leg was scraped off, and the intense pain snapped him back to his senses. Little Emily Harris was much luckier, her whole body landing on William Carter's chest.

"Are you okay?" William Carter asked, gritting his teeth through the pain. The girl pushed William Carter away forcefully. "Pervert!"

William Carter started laughing. "You'd better leave now, while I'm still not in the mood. Otherwise, I might really act like a pervert..." As he spoke, he suddenly felt nauseous and vomited a large mouthful. Little Emily Harris was too close to dodge, and the pungent stench of alcohol splattered all over her.

William Carter's mind cleared up completely. He heard Little Emily Harris start to cry loudly, and thinking back on what he'd just done, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. "Girl, I'm really sorry about tonight. Your brother made me drink a whole bottle of Erguotou. I really didn't mean to..." "You did mean to..." Little Emily Harris sobbed as she stood up, limping away. After just a couple of steps, she stopped again—it seemed she'd twisted her ankle when she fell off the bike.

William Carter's phone rang. It was Brian Cooper and the others. William Carter finally managed to explain his location. Luckily, they weren't far away, and soon arrived by taxi.

When Brian Cooper saw the state of his beloved bike, he was so heartbroken he nearly cried. William Carter handed him the keys. "Bro, returning it to you safe and sound." Brian Cooper could only nod with a mournful face.

Little Emily Harris was still squatting in front, taking out her phone as if to make a call. Brian Cooper rushed over and snatched the phone from her hand. "Girl, calling for backup so soon? That's cold!" Little Emily Harris glared fiercely at William Carter. "A bunch of hooligans!"

William Carter shook his head helplessly and took the army coat from Brian Cooper, draping it over her shoulders from behind. Little Emily Harris glared angrily at William Carter. "Get lost!" William Carter chuckled and walked over to the taxi, knocking on the window. "Sammy, Iron Dan, you two go with Brian Cooper on the motorcycle. This girl probably can't walk, I'll take her home."

Samuel Clark lowered his voice. "Big William, you've got guts, man. If Edward Harris catches you, he'll chop you up." "Damn! Don't slander my noble revolutionary spirit. Do you even know what humanitarianism is?" Samuel Clark stuck out his tongue and obediently got out of the car with Iron Dan. As he left, he reminded William Carter, "This girl is tough. Careful you don't end up getting played yourself!"

William Carter widened his eyes and gave him the finger.

Little Emily Harris threw William Carter's coat on the ground, hugging her shoulders and shivering. William Carter picked up the coat and deliberately sighed. "We're all comrades in the revolution. Even if you think this is a sugar-coated bullet, you should at least peel off the sugar and fire the bullet back. Fine! Tonight, out of humanitarian spirit, I'll take you home." Little Emily Harris glared at William Carter with hatred.

"If you don't leave now, who knows, maybe a few more perverts will show up later. By then, crying won't help. Come on, it's hard to get a cab here!" "Why are you so annoying?" Little Emily Harris limped into the taxi.

"Where to?" The driver was getting impatient.

"Renji Hospital!" William Carter said loudly. Little Emily Harris stared at William Carter in confusion.

"Call your brother when we get to the hospital, so I have enough time to get away," William Carter answered honestly. If he really ran into Edward Harris and his gang, they definitely wouldn't let him off easy.

Little Emily Harris curled her lip disdainfully. "Coward!" William Carter just smiled indifferently. "If you want to curse, curse your big brother. If you've got guts, fight me one-on-one."

William Carter took Little Emily Harris to the hospital for an X-ray. Fortunately, she hadn't broken any bones, just a mild sprain. In comparison, William Carter was much worse off—five or six patches of skin scraped off his right side, and a half-inch cut on his head from a broken bottle. By the time the wound was cleaned and stitched, it was already three in the morning. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off, and his body was burning with pain. William Carter returned her phone, hailed a taxi despite the pain, and left the hospital. He definitely didn't want to run into Edward Harris and his crew again.

William Carter lay at home for a whole week. First, because his injuries were serious, and second, because he was afraid Edward Harris's people would come looking for trouble. Hiding out for a few days until things blew over seemed like a good idea.

Samuel Clark and the other guys didn't dare show their faces either. After all, the lesson from that night was a harsh one for them. They only kept in touch by phone. Luckily, there was no movement from Edward Harris's side. Gradually, as they felt the matter had blown over, they started to become active again.