"You guys!!"
Xixi felt a surge of anger welling up in her heart. She tried her best to restrain herself, but her chest heaved up and down violently.
She looked around and saw a classmate in the crowd that she had met before. Unfortunately, the classmate was just watching and had no intention of helping. He even took out his phone to film.
"You guys!!" She had always been an independent and cold person. She only had one good friend in her circle of friends. She didn't have much contact with the rest, let alone a close relationship. She didn't have any friends in her circle, let alone anyone who would help her.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. There were so many people around her, but no one could help her. It was as if she and her parents were the only people in the world. Everyone around them was their enemy. They surrounded, mocked, and ostracized them. But there was no friendliness at all.
She had encountered racism before, but when it happened in front of her parents, she felt as if a sharp knife was digging into her heart as she watched her parents standing uneasily in the crowd.
"Take out the things you stole! Or we'll call the police! "The shop assistant grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go.
The few campus police officers opposite them also saw that something was going on, but to Cece's despair, they just glanced at the situation and didn't say anything more. They just sat there and ate, as if they didn't intend to interfere at all.
A few of them took out their phones and started filming, as if they were watching a show.
Among them were the few Caucasians whose shopping bags were being checked. In the blink of an eye, they were watching the show like everyone else.
Smack!!
Suddenly, a student who was filming was slammed from behind, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground.
A black boot stepped on it and casually crushed it.
Crack.
The phone turned into a pile of smashed pieces.
A few people in the crowd were pushed away by the force and fell to the ground.
Two tall and slender figures walked out from behind.
It was a boy and a girl, both of whom looked like blonde students. The boy shoved his hands left and right and unreasonably pushed the crowd away.
"My phone! Bastard!! "The student yelled.
"Hmm?" Garon glanced over and glanced at him. His voice stopped abruptly.
The student was like a rooster whose throat was being squeezed. His face turned pale.
Whoosh!!
"What did you say? Just now? " Garon grabbed the student by the collar and lifted him up into the air. His height of 1.8 meters allowed him to lift the student up with one hand, just like an adult grabbing a child.
That student happened to be the Caucasian student that Xixi knew. He swallowed hard and waved his hands, trying to get his feet on the ground, but to no avail.
"A bunch of trash."
Garon casually tossed the man aside and glanced at the people around him.
"What are you looking at? Get lost! A bunch of weaklings! "He glanced at the people around him with disdain, and his whole body seemed to emit a terrifying aura like a lion.
"Motherf * cker!!" A strong white man rushed out and punched him in the back.
Bang!
An arm grabbed his face, and no matter how hard he punched the arm, the arm didn't move at all like a steel pillar.
"Trash should act like trash." Garon grabbed the man's head and threw it forward.
The brawny man suddenly slid on the ground for a distance. His head hit the door of the supermarket with a bang and he fainted. Drops of bright red slowly seeped out from under his body.
Some people were scared and wanted to run away.
"Phones." Garon glanced at the crowd.
"I'll do it!" Taylor, who was excited by Garen's violent methods, rushed over and walked around quickly. Then, he grabbed all the phones that were recording from the sidelines, threw them on the ground, and kicked them hard.
Amidst the crisp sound, there was the sound of glass shattering. Five or six phones were all turned into pieces. Taylor even squatted down to check if the memory cards were still intact. When he found that they were still fine, he continued to kick them a few more times.
Some people in the crowd were cursing, but she grabbed them and gave them a kick. In a few seconds, the onlookers had all run away.
The few campus police seemed to know her, but they all pretended not to see her.
"President … President …" Xixi looked at Garon with misty eyes, and looked like she was about to cry. Her father walked over and hugged her gently, not knowing what to do.
"You're still too weak." Garon looked at her lightly and turned to leave. "Work hard to become stronger."
Looking at Garon's back, Xixi's tears finally fell. She nodded hard in that direction.
Taylor whistled and gave Cece a pitying look.
"Poor little bun." She turned and quickly followed Garon to the restaurant where the campus police were.
"Little bun?" Xixi didn't understand what he meant.
She could only watch the two of them walk into the restaurant.
"What are you doing!? Attacking the police!! "
"Restrain him!!"
"Requesting backup! Retch … Ugh!! "
The restaurant across the street was quickly filled with the sound of broken cutlery, as well as the screams and wails of human bodies.
Soon, Garon and Taylor walked out calmly. Taylor's face was filled with excitement, and she kept moving her slightly red fists.
Under the gazes of the students and passersby, as well as Xixi's family, the two of them slowly disappeared into the grassy slope not far away.
Xixi didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a rush of blood to her head. She looked at Garon's back with admiration. That tall figure was so domineering, so powerful, and so imposing. It was as if he had a golden halo around him, and it was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.
*****
"It feels so good to get into trouble!!" Taylor giggled as she followed Garon. Her face was filled with excitement and excitement.
When she first saw this man, she felt that he wasn't an ordinary person. And it turned out that she was right.
Just two minutes ago, she and this man not only beat up the onlookers, but also the campus police patrolling the campus. It was as simple as beating up a kindergarten kid.
That kind of unscrupulous and domineering attitude made Taylor feel like she was about to climax.
"Are you worried about the aftermath?" Taylor asked Garen, who was in front of him, with a grin.
"Aftermath? What aftermath? "Garon asked back.
"Not only did we beat up innocent bystanders, but we also beat up the campus police. You should know that the campus police are officers sent by the police station in town. They are not just security guards. Aren't you worried? "Taylor was so excited that her face was flushed.
"I'll leave it to you. Is there a problem?"
Taylor shrugged helplessly.
Garon ignored her. Assaulting a police officer could be a big or small matter, but his methods were naturally not something an ordinary person could imagine.
Not to mention his parents' relationship, the few elite team leaders of the combat club were all from powerful families. This kind of small matter was not a problem at all. In a situation where they all needed his help, these people would definitely spare no effort to help him settle it.
Even if it was more troublesome, he could just go to the police station. There were many secret techniques that could hypnotize people. Although it was only for a short period of time, once this matter was over, who would remember a few police officers who were beaten up by students? Maybe by then, they should be called jobless people. Those police officers would probably have been fired long ago.
To him, this kind of thing was not a problem at all.
What made him slightly relieved was that through this incident, Cece might have a new desire for power and influence. Even if she did not develop in this direction, at least it would ignite the mentality of constantly striving for self-improvement.
Her aptitude and temperament were both very good, but she lacked the desire to move forward and the motivation to do so. Maybe this incident would be of help to her.
On the other hand, he used to be an Asian too. He was also a little annoyed by this kind of racial discrimination. This was also one of the key reasons why he directly went up and attacked. To the current him, he could do whatever he wanted. No one could restrain him or stop him.
However, this world was like a harbor for him to rest in. He did not want to be like the previous worlds, where all he did was kill and kill all day long. Some rules still had to be followed. Otherwise, it would cause an irreversible qualitative change to his peaceful life.
"What do we do now?" Taylor had now made up her mind to follow Garon. This was too fun. It was much more exciting than sex parties and crazy sex.
"Go to the combat club's fixed location. Today is the agreed time." Garon casually replied.
"Agreed time? I'm going too! "Taylor did not back down. She wanted Garon to join the MMA club more and more now.
The two of them walked along the grass field and walked around the school. Taylor was about to get dizzy. However, she realized that Garon did not even look at the road signs. He just seemed to be walking around randomly.
She quickly took out her phone and asked someone to help settle the matter just now. Soon, they walked to the grass field beside a small river.
There were people from the combat club guarding the grass field. These people were not students at all. They were all big and burly. It was obvious that they were bodyguards hired by the elite team leaders.
The grass field was surrounded by desolate hills. It happened to be in a deep depression, like a small valley.
There were already a few people standing on the grass field. They were all dressed in neat black combat club uniforms. They were all dressed in black, with a black belt around their waist. They looked neat and tidy.
Quentin, Jamie, Dahm, Hochman, and the girl with short brown hair, Lalan.
The five vice presidents were all here.
Garon brought Taylor past the area guarded by the bodyguards. The bodyguards glanced at Taylor. Maybe it was because she was brought by Garon, so they did not stop her.
The two of them slowly walked down the slope, and stood on the grass field where the others were.
"Today is the first official training." Garon looked at the five vice presidents in front of him and said calmly. "Are you all ready?"
The five of them exchanged glances. They did not say anything. They only nodded vigorously at Garon.
The five of them were already true fanatics of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist. After experiencing that intense pleasure, it was as if their original lives had lost all color and interest. Only continuous training was the only rhythm in life.
That feeling of constantly getting stronger in the pleasure was an addiction that was countless times stronger than drugs!
"President, you brought this guy Taylor here for …?" Quentin asked.
"He just wants to observe our daily training." Garon smiled faintly.
In this period of time, in order for the five of them to keep up with Cece and Xander's progress, Garon used a special technique. It allowed them to keep up with the progress of the two geniuses under certain conditions.
Under this kind of special training, even Dahm, who had always hated him, had completely lost all thoughts of revenge. Instead, it turned into an incomparable fear of him. Of course, this was also within Garon's expectations.
"Special training?" As expected, Taylor was immediately interested. "Can I participate?"
"Unfortunately, your physical fitness does not meet the minimum requirements." Garon shook his head slightly.
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