Even without makeup, she was still stunning—truly a real beauty!

However, the policewoman had dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were pale, lacking much color. Clearly, she hadn’t rested well, which somewhat affected her looks.

But that didn’t matter. No one would expect a policewoman who could sit alone in the station’s duty room, drinking beer straight from the bottle, to bother with drawing her eyebrows, putting on lipstick, rouge, or fake eyelashes.

“Reporting a case.”

Ryan Carter said softly.

The policewoman just grunted in response, continuing to pick at the rice in her foam lunchbox without even looking up.

Someone this young and this calm coming to report a case—how serious could it be?

“I’m a student at No. 1 High School. My name is Ryan Carter...”

“What’s your name?”

This time, the policewoman looked up directly, bluntly interrupting Ryan Carter, her eyes—shadowed by dark circles—quickly scanning Ryan Carter’s face.

“Ryan Carter. ‘燕’ as in the swallow before the old Wang and Xie halls, ‘飞扬’ as in my heart soars.”

Ryan Carter smiled, carefully explaining his name.

The policewoman’s eyes flickered, then she lowered her gaze again and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Alright, go on.”

She picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and took another bite of rice.

It was obvious she was quite hungry.

“A few thugs from the street came to our school to cause trouble just now...”

Ryan Carter gave a brief and clear account of the situation.

“Four of them ended up on the ground?”

Now the policewoman was interested. She swept her lunch and the empty beer bottle into the trash with a clatter, then stood up and walked behind her desk.

“Yes.”

Ryan Carter didn’t seem at all surprised by the policewoman’s unusual focus, just nodded.

“They’re all just flesh wounds, nothing too serious, but they’ll be in pain for quite a few days.”

“Nothing too serious?”

The policewoman couldn’t help but laugh, looking Ryan Carter up and down, not hiding her surprise at all.

This boy looked, at most, seventeen or eighteen, got mixed up in such a big incident, and before any school leaders showed up, he’d already arrived, calm as could be. In all her years at the station, she’d never seen a student like this.

“Do you know that knocking out two front teeth counts as minor injury, which is enough for criminal charges?”

According to Ryan Carter’s earlier account, at least two of the thugs had lost half their teeth.

To him, it seemed like no big deal.

Was this guy really that calm, or did he just not understand?

Chapter 5 Sisters

“Self-defense.”

Ryan Carter was always so sparing with words.

The policewoman frowned and said, “That still doesn’t mean you can knock out someone’s teeth. Do you know what excessive defense is?”

These days, plenty of people have heard of self-defense, but not many know about excessive defense.

“They all had knives, and I only had a cafeteria tray. How could that possibly count as excessive defense?”

Just then, William Thompson poked his head in, grinning with his trademark mischievous smile. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was really thinking.

“You’re that William Thompson?”

The policewoman asked.

Ryan Carter had made it clear earlier: of the four thugs who went down, three were William Thompson’s handiwork. This guy had used a stainless steel tray to beat three knife-wielding thugs so badly they were searching the floor for their teeth.

“That’s me.”

William Thompson kept grinning slyly as he squeezed into the duty room, his eyes boldly roaming up and down the policewoman, making no effort to hide the “greed” in his gaze.

The policewoman immediately glared at him fiercely and snapped, “What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I’ll gouge your eyeballs out!”

What she hated most were these “little punks”—barely grown, drooling at the sight of a pretty woman.

“Alright, I won’t look.”

William Thompson was quick to comply, straightening his back and staring straight ahead, suddenly all serious.

“Tell me, why did you hit people with a tray?”

William Thompson grinned again. “Officer, listen to how you put it. Those guys came at my buddy with knives—shouldn’t I stop them? Who knew they’d be so weak, couldn’t even handle a stainless steel tray... Geez, thugs these days, so unprofessional...”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head repeatedly.

The policewoman’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she couldn’t help but ask, “You two are really from the Olympiad Class at No. 1 High?”

The Olympiad Class at Weizhou No. 1 High was the real deal—a top class. In everyone’s mind, students from the Olympiad Class were all deeply nearsighted, square-headed little scholars who cared for nothing but their books.

So where did this rascal come from?

To take down three knife-wielding thugs in an instant with just a stainless steel tray—most people wouldn’t think much of it, but the policewoman knew better. That kind of skill didn’t come from nowhere; he must have trained hard for years.

But the guy in front of her didn’t look like a master at all.

Not a trace of a master’s demeanor!

As if he knew what she was thinking, William Thompson grinned and said, “Officer, no one has ‘master’ written on their face.”