At the foot of the hill, there was a small lawn, arranged to look like a little park. Near the windy spot stood a wooden swing entwined with some winter vines.

The swing hung straight down, not swaying in the slightest.

On the still swing sat a girl with long, jet-black waterfall hair. The winter wind was tousling her locks, revealing a fair, full, and exquisite profile—long eyelashes, a delicate little nose, and lips as soft and rosy as jade...

She gazed ahead, so quiet she seemed to blend into this wintry swing scene like a tender lotus, sorrowful yet blooming alone with her own unique charm and fragrance.

Frank Morgan suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn’t even know when he’d started to like quietly watching her like this—watching her sit silently somewhere, a warm current inexplicably welling up in his heart, flowing deep inside, and making the corners of his mouth lift involuntarily.

But after a moment, Frank Morgan sensed something was wrong.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he strode quickly toward the elegant girl sitting on the swing.

The girl also sensed someone approaching. When she saw Frank Morgan’s face, there wasn’t a trace of surprise on hers—she just smiled gently, as if she knew he would come and she was simply waiting here for him.

“Frank Morgan gege.” The girl called out sweetly.

“It’s those bastards again, isn’t it?” Frank Morgan walked up, a faint anger swirling on his face.

Summer didn’t say anything.

“Today I’m definitely going to teach them a lesson—a bunch of scum!!” Frank Morgan’s anger surged as he looked toward the steps on the hill.

“There are a lot of them, just let it go.” Summer shook her head, trying to persuade Frank Morgan to calm down.

“No way I’m letting this slide. I’m not done with those scumbags.” Frank Morgan said no more, heading straight up the steps!

Sitting on the swing, Summer tried to grab Frank Morgan, but he was already storming up the hill in a rage.

Summer knew Frank Morgan’s temper. Since long ago, he’d constantly gotten into fights with the local punks and hooligans over her, always taking on several at once and coming back covered in injuries...

This was what she least wanted to see.

This time, the ones causing trouble weren’t just some small-time punks. They were clearly youths who’d dropped out of school long ago and hung around this area, calling themselves the Blue Bear Gang. They specialized in acting as muscle for the rich girls nearby, picking on anyone they didn’t like.

There were at least five of them over there now, two of whom were burly and much bigger than Frank Morgan. If Frank Morgan went up against them, he’d definitely get beaten black and blue.

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Hilltop Pavilion

“I’m telling you, Benjamin Fox, isn’t what we’re doing kind of lacking in class…” said a youth with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, holding playing cards in his hand.

“How is it lacking in class? This is the sixteenth time I’ve sincerely confessed to her, asking her to be my girlfriend… Now I’m just playing cards in this pavilion, giving her some time to think—what’s wrong with that?” said the youth called Isaac Fox.

Isaac Fox had a very noticeable blue tattoo on his neck. Because he was wearing a short jacket, the tattoo that wrapped around half his neck was especially conspicuous—clearly not someone to mess with.

“Exactly. If she wants to refuse, she can just leave… Bomb! Hahaha, pay up, pay up, bombs double!” said another youth in ripped denim, sitting on the other side.

“Damn, your **** luck.”

“Let’s play a few more rounds, play until dark—I don’t believe that chick won’t get nervous.” Isaac Fox squinted, thoroughly enjoying this domineering boss vibe.

Dealing with women, you have to be tough. Women are naturally shy—if you’re not forceful, nothing gets done. That girl Summer just gets prettier as she grows up, makes your mouth water. Some people even say I’m a toad lusting after a swan, but today I’m going to get this girl—let’s see who dares talk back.

“By the way, I remember the chick has a brother, kind of annoying,” said the youth in denim.

“A loser with a fighting power less than five. Aside from a bit of backbone, he’s just a human punching bag—beat him up however you want,” Isaac Fox said indifferently.

“Yeah, I used to be able to handle him alone. Now that I’ve built up some muscle, I could crush that guy in seconds!”

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Chapter 12: Power of Thunder, Thunder Seal!

“By the way, Isaac Fox, aren’t your tastes a bit heavy? The chick’s good-looking, but… whether you can actually do it is another story,” said the youth with the cigarette.

“I think so too.”

“There are plenty of pretty girls in this girls’ middle school—dumb and rich, easy to scare into submission. Why get hung up on just one…”

“You guys don’t know shit, this is called taste.” Isaac Fox glared fiercely at the group.

Just as he was annoyed at their lack of taste, Isaac Fox looked up and saw a youth in a black shirt walking toward the pavilion, exuding a chilling aura.

Huh, this guy looks familiar?

Damn, speak of the devil—this kid is the chick’s neighbor brother!

Well, I’ve been wanting to deal with you for always getting in the way of my girl-chasing. Didn’t expect you to walk right into our hands. With all the brothers here today, we’ll give you a good taste of a group beating—let’s see if you dare play the hero again!