"That's true, this beating has exhausted me. Steve Clark, come over here and help me..."

Thirty seconds later, the delighted David Carter took over and successfully broke the fourth stick. The Muay Thai guy, unable to take it anymore, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Looking at the smile on his face, he seemed very happy.

"Steve Clark! Jack Brooks! Uncle David!!"

At the entrance of the alley, Emily Harris arrived a step late. Seeing Jack Linton being supported by Steven Clark, she hurriedly said, "Jack Brooks, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Steve Clark and Uncle David arrived just in time, and the thug has already been subdued."

"I was the one who took care of him."

Holding the stick, David Carter said nonchalantly that he could take on ten guys like the Muay Thai man at once.

"We should call the police. It's better to let them handle things like this."

Emily Harris was filled with righteous indignation. She didn't know much, but as long as her best friend was wronged, that was enough.

"Yeah, they're way too arrogant, acting like there's no law at all."

Supported by Steven Clark, Jack Linton shook his head repeatedly. Even someone as handsome as him could get beaten up—there was just no justice.

"There they are, those two bastards are right here!"

Chaotic footsteps sounded again as the first group of club lackeys who had gone to the restroom returned from the end of the alley. Realizing they'd been tricked, each of them was red-faced and furious.

"Everyone move aside, let me handle this."

Steven Clark's expression changed. He'd been waiting for this moment to show off for so long—there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity.

Flying Tiger Team's number one killer VS a dozen club lackeys armed with bats.

Logically, without a gun, even the top killer would have to run for his life when facing so many at once. After all, fighting ten people at once and fighting one person ten times are two completely different things.

Jack Linton thought so too, but to his surprise, Steven Clark's skills were far beyond what he had imagined.

Or rather, even stronger than Steven Clark in "Fight Back to School"!

He charged into the crowd barehanded, immediately causing chaos. Accompanied by a Bruce Lee-style BGM from his mouth, few of the club lackeys could withstand even a single move.

After knocking down six people, the remaining rabble realized things were going badly and ran off as fast as they could.

"Talk! Who sent you?"

Steven Clark grabbed one of the club lackeys on the ground, raising his fist as if to strike.

"Don't hit me, I'll tell you everything! It was Da Fei, Fei-ge!"

"Ah-da! Oh oh oh~~~"

Upon learning who was behind it, Steven Clark punched down, the echo lingering.

"Impressive, Sir Clark! You handled all of this by yourself. Truly worthy of being the Flying Tiger Team's number one killer—your reputation is well-deserved."

David Carter watched with envy and blurted out. If he had those skills back in the day, he would've made it big long ago.

"Nonsense, you think every Hong Kong cop is as useless as you..."

Hearing this, Steven Clark instinctively put his hands on his hips, but then caught sight of Emily Harris's gloomy face next to Jack Linton, and thought, Oh no.

I've been exposed!

"Steven Clark, you're not a student, you're a cop. Uncle David, you too..."

Emily Harris gritted her teeth, feeling like everyone was lying to her. She turned and glared angrily at her best friend, "And you? Are you Officer Linton?"

"No, I'm just a passerby."

Jack Linton shrugged and stepped back to the side. He wasn't about to get involved in this situation.

"No, Ms. Harris, I really am a student, and Uncle David really is my dad!"

"Shut up, I've had enough! Please don't mess with me anymore, Officer Clark!!"

Emily Harris didn't want to say anything more and turned to leave.

"Wait, let me explain..."

Steven Clark hurried forward, grabbing Emily Harris's sleeve, stammering, "Alright, I'm a cop. I went undercover at the school to investigate a case, so I couldn't say anything or I'd blow my cover. And... I... about you..."

"What?"

"About you... I have a request. Can you not tell anyone that I'm a cop?"

"Hmph!"

Emily Harris snorted coldly, flung her sleeve, and left, leaving Steven Clark standing there like a deflated balloon.

"Sigh, hopeless."

Jack Linton shook his head, walked up, and patted Steven Clark on the shoulder. "You just wasted a golden opportunity. If you hadn't babbled just now and kissed her instead, she'd be your girlfriend by now."

"No way, Jack Brooks, stop making fun of me."

"Why would I lie to you? It's not too late to chase after her now. Try it if you don't believe me."

"..."

Steven Clark hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't dare to chase after her, afraid of being rejected again.

"Useless, how are you ever going to get a girl if you're this timid?"

Jack Linton said disdainfully, "Emily is definitely mad at you for lying to her, but now that she knows you're not a student, her reservations are gone. She's angry on the surface, but actually she's a mix of happy and mad and a bit embarrassed. In her hesitation, she left the choice to you, but you didn't seize the moment. If you try to pursue her again later... it'll be tough."

"No way, Brother Jack, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Steven Clark thought it over and realized it made a lot of sense. For a moment, he was in awe—this wasn't a fresh graduate, this was a reincarnated love guru.

Chapter 10 Brother Jack, let me explain

"Of course! When you stopped Emily, she paused right away. Wasn't that giving you a chance to explain?"