But the doll-faced little chick wasn’t an ordinary person either. With a wave of her delicate hand, she messed up her own hair, then tugged at her clothes until they looked completely disheveled. Pointing at Jack Steele, she screamed, “Help! Molestation～～～!”

　　A few nosy passersby on the street actually stopped to watch, but Charles Bennett thought these guys were more interested in enjoying the doll-faced chick’s ice cream—after all, her current tattered look was just too hot.

　　But the girl didn’t care about any of that. With an audience, she performed even harder, pinching her fingers into a pose so affected even she found it cringeworthy, and sobbed, “This damn pervert, he actually groped me in public～～～boohoo, I don’t want to live anymore～～～!”

Chapter 005: Lala

　　The doll-faced chick’s aggrieved cries won her quite a bit of sympathy, but in this world, there are always far more onlookers than heroes willing to step up.

　　Now it was Jack Steele’s turn to be at a loss. Charles Bennett and Ryan Clark weren’t wrong—Boss Steele always lost his head around women. The way he looked now reminded people of that classic line from “Léon: The Professional”: No women, no kids, that’s the rule.

　　“Steele Jr., I don’t think this is your business anymore, you should go.” Charles Bennett patted the still-shaken Boss Steele, then walked over to the doll-faced chick with a friendly smile: “Little sister, do you want me to help you call the police?”

　　“Who are you calling little sister? Don’t get too familiar!”

　　The doll-faced chick was about to start screaming again when Charles Bennett suddenly dialed a number: “Hello, 110? Someone here is shouting about molestation, do you want to come take a look? What, fingerprints, evidence of assault? How would I know? You’ll have to come check yourself. What, eyewitnesses? I am one, but all I saw was that girl touching herself the whole time… What, this is extortion, this is slander, this is defamation? Officer, you said it perfectly, no need to be polite with me, isn’t police-civilian cooperation a good thing? Okay, mm, okay okay, that’s it then, bye～～～”

　　The doll-faced chick’s expression changed slightly, her brows furrowing.

　　After hanging up, Charles Bennett said seriously, “Miss, the cops want to know if there are any fingerprints from the assailant on your body?”

　　Seeing the girl looking a bit dazed, Big Bennett kept up his style: “Miss, go home and watch a few more cop dramas, this trick is outdated. How about this, if you’re really upset, I’ll help you out—let me give your chest a gentle grope or two. That way you’ll feel better, I get a little benefit, and then I’ll go honorably to the police station. Nobody loses out. What do you think of this idea?”

　　“You bastard!” The doll-faced chick’s face turned white with anger. She’d seen plenty of shameless people, but never anyone this shameless. With a furious shout, she raised her hand to slap the scoundrel in front of her.

　　Charles Bennett was already prepared, and quickly stepped back. After almost getting manhandled by Ethan Brooks yesterday, Big Bennett had been holding in a bellyful of anger, and now, with another brawl brewing, he couldn’t hold back his little universe from exploding: “Hey, can’t you be reasonable? What the hell did I ever do to you? Why are you coming after me?”

　　“Be reasonable? OK, no problem at all! Bastard, look closely, do you know who I am?”

　　The doll-faced chick took off her sunglasses, revealing eyes even bigger than that singer from “Aurora.” Those big eyes sparkled, really giving off that legendary watery look, with a lively spirit in their dark depths, and a hint of something unfathomable.

　　When he saw those eyes, and the features that went with them, a kind of ethereal, mischievous beauty hit Charles Bennett head-on. He cried out in surprise, “Lily?”

　　Back when Charles Bennett was on the Fairy Forest blog, he’d discovered three amazing girls. He had to admit, these three were really something, and Big Bennett had put all of them into his book… Now, Charles Bennett was about to cry. What kind of damn world is this? No sooner had he dealt with the fiery policewoman yesterday, than today another little fairy shows up.

　　“Well, aren’t you familiar,” Lily said with a charming smile, her every move full of allure, then suddenly turned fierce: “Bastard! You really are lazy—stealing my photos is one thing, but you didn’t even bother to change my name. How can you be so irresponsible?”

　　Big Bennett lowered his head in silence. A minute ago he’d been full of confidence, but now he felt so guilty he wanted to dig a hole and crawl in.

　　“Aren’t you usually so glib? Why aren’t you talking now?” Staring at the silent Charles Bennett, a victorious smile appeared on Lily’s little face, and a mischievous glint flashed in her big eyes. She recited a passage from Charles Bennett’s book in a completely emotionless tone: “Lily started pole dancing, those breathtakingly white long legs traced a curve I’ll never forget, and suddenly I realized there’s a feeling called ‘hot’… Damn, do you believe I’ll sue you for defamation? Who said I could pole dance, and who gave you permission to write me as a stripper?”

　　Big Bennett actually blushed for once. Luckily his skin was dark enough that Lily didn’t notice the oddity.