His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, and the anxious look on the young girl's face eased.

"Young master, this fat pig has passed out."

The richly dressed fat man was beaten bloody and fell unconscious. Afterward, John Foster's three subordinates stopped and reported.

"Leave him for now. Come over here, someone wants to compete with me for a woman."

John Foster looked at William Grant and sneered.

"Who has the guts to compete with our young master for a woman!"

John Foster's three subordinates glared menacingly at William Grant.

"Get lost!"

William Grant's voice was cold, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, sending chills down everyone's spine.

John Foster and his three subordinates were stunned, and the onlookers were dumbfounded.

Who is this reckless kid?

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

John Foster asked with a cold laugh. He was starting to suspect this kid didn't even know who he was.

"Aren't you the useless youngest son of the Fang family head? Relying on the Fang family's power, you bully men and harass women everywhere. I really wonder, if the Fang family were gone, what would become of you?"

William Grant sneered, took the girl's soft hand, and started walking out of the crowd.

"Kill him!"

John Foster's face turned livid, and he roared in fury.

"Yes, young master!"

His three subordinates charged at William Grant.

"Stand here and don't move."

He spoke softly to the girl. Facing John Foster's three subordinates, William Grant showed no fear and went straight at them.

He had already noticed that the strongest among the three was only at the second level of Body Tempering, posing no threat to him.

William Grant moved his feet, dodged the strongest one's attack, and slipped behind him.

He turned nimbly, leaning his upper body back, arms pulled behind, his spine trembling—his whole body like a drawn bow ready to release.

Beng Quan!

William Grant threw his right fist straight out like an arrow leaving the bowstring. The punch landed on the opponent's back, right on the spine, with the force of a collapsing mountain...

Crack!

The opponent let out a miserable scream, was sent flying, collapsed to the ground, and passed out.

This scene was almost identical to when William Grant defeated Andrew Thompson that morning.

The difference was, when he defeated Andrew Thompson, William Grant had shown mercy and only crippled one of Andrew Thompson's arms.

This time, he directly shattered his opponent's spine.

This subordinate of John Foster would never stand up again in his life.

The other two subordinates of John Foster, seeing that the strongest among them had been taken down, turned pale and froze on the spot.

When they noticed John Foster's cold, fierce gaze, they gritted their teeth and charged forward.

Bang! Bang!

Both were only at the first level of Body Tempering. For William Grant, dealing with them was child's play.

He casually sidestepped, raised his hands, and struck down with both fists from above, landing squarely on their foreheads, knocking them both out.

Pi Quan!

Another of the Five Element Fists from Xingyi Boxing.

In an instant, only John Foster was left standing.

Although John Foster was the son of the Fang family head, his body had been ruined by wine and women, so he was only at the first level of Body Tempering, even weaker than his three subordinates.

"You... don't come any closer... I'm the Fang family young master! If you touch me, your whole family is doomed!"

Seeing William Grant approaching, John Foster's face changed dramatically.

"As expected of the Fang family young master. Even now, you still dare to threaten me."

William Grant sneered, quickly stepped forward, and kicked John Foster flying.

He turned around, took the hand of the stunned, beautiful girl, and left the crowd, disappearing into the distance.

"This time the Fang family young master met his match—tried to steal a chicken and lost the rice instead."

"I wonder who that young man is. He doesn't look any older than the Fang family young master and his three subordinates, yet his strength is astonishing."

"He dares to hit the Fang family young master—he can't be an ordinary person."

...

The crowd gradually dispersed, most people gloating as they discussed what happened.

William Grant followed the girl back to her shabby home. After spending a few taels of silver to bury her mother—

"Take this money and use it to start a small business."

William Grant took out the rest of his silver and handed it to the girl.

"Young master, do you... despise me?"

The girl's body trembled, her pretty face turned pale, looking fragile and pitiful.

"What are you thinking? You sold yourself to bury your mother out of desperation. I helped you because it was a small effort for me. You don't need to repay me with your whole life."

William Grant shook his head.

From beginning to end, he never intended for the girl to become his servant.

"Young master, you are a good person. Let me follow you. My mother is gone, I have no family left in this world. Please, I beg you."

The girl tugged at William Grant's sleeve, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Seeing the hope in her autumn-like eyes, William Grant thought for a moment.

"Alright, then come back with me."

He finally made his decision.

"Thank you, young master!"

The girl immediately smiled radiantly.

When William Grant left the The Thompson Family residence, he was alone. When he returned, he was no longer by himself.