Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"It's all that guy's fault! He doesn't deserve to be a teacher. If he hadn't stopped me, Peter wouldn't be so badly injured. I'm definitely going to file a complaint against him!"

Gwen was extremely angry; she bit her lip until it turned white.

It was obvious to everyone that Peter was about to give up, and Thompson was tired and ready to stop.

But as fate would have it, a sudden cheer escalated an ordinary fight into a battle for dignity.

Admittedly, everyone's encouragement did boost Peter's strength, but Thompson's strength increased even more.

The cheers that rose and fell were no less than sharp taunts. Thompson could not tolerate such humiliation. He immediately went berserk, went into a frenzy, and vowed not to give up until he got his revenge.

In the end, Peter lost without any doubt, and the damage he suffered was more than ten times greater than all the damage he had suffered before.

Gwen certainly had reason to be angry.

As a teacher, if you see students fighting, it's one thing to not help mediate the conflict, but to fan the flames and wish both of them dead, isn't that just plain insane!

Where is that guy?

Gwen, her face contorted with rage, stormed off to find the culprit, but couldn't locate them anywhere in the entire school. She went to the academic affairs office, only to be told that no such person existed; there was no teacher like that at the school.

Huh? Not a teacher?

Gwen was a bit dumbfounded. If the other person wasn't a teacher, but she had dragged them over to join in the fun, it would have escalated the conflict...

Could I be the culprit?

No, no, no, I'm the victim! It's all that guy's fault for pretending to be a teacher!

"Gwen, what are you daydreaming about? Isn't it class time?"

The speaker was Jessica, who had just come out of the dean's office. After an hour-long explanation, she had finally managed to get away with the truancy.

Then Gwen was seen standing in the hallway, looking dazed and talking to herself.

She and Gwen didn't interact much and weren't particularly close, but in this cold school, Gwen was one of the few girls who didn't have any prejudice against her and even took the initiative to show her kindness.

"Oh, it's Jessica. Where have you been these past few days? I asked the teacher, and she just said you had personal matters to attend to. If you've encountered any trouble in your life, you can tell me, and maybe I can help."

Hearing the sound, Gwen snapped out of her daze. Her eyes, which had been filled with anger, softened slightly the moment she saw Jessica.

Many rumors about Jessica circulated on campus, but Gwen knew in her heart that they were all baseless malicious fabrications.

Jessica herself never explained; she always kept to herself and seemed indifferent to everything.

Gwen had heard from her teacher about Jessica's experiences before transferring schools: the unexpected death of her parents, turning her from a happy family into a foster home. Such pain would be difficult for even an adult to bear, let alone a minor.

Gwen understands Jessica and feels sorry for her. She has tried to get closer to Jessica several times to help her out of her gloom, but all her efforts have been in vain.

Jessica is too unapproachable, like a hedgehog covered in thorns. You'll get pricked if you're not careful. To build a friendly relationship with her, you have to take it step by step.

"Thank you for your concern, Gwen, I'm fine now." Jessica asked, "But you seem to be in a bad mood. Did someone upset you?"

"Yes, I'm furious! That idiot Thompson is bullying Peter again."

Gwen's urge to vent was stronger than ever when this was brought up: "But what angers me the most isn't the two of them, it's that bastard pretending to be a teacher! He's probably in his early twenties, a little over six feet tall, with short, golden-brown hair. He looks respectable, but he's worse than an animal. Jessica, have you ever seen someone like that?"

Upon hearing this, Jessica's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this beastly thing referring to that bastard Gray?

She blinked and asked cautiously, "Um... is he handsome, likes to smile, but his speech is basically incomprehensible?"

"Your description is spot on! That's exactly him!"

Gwen's eyes widened instantly, her anger flaring again: "Tell me right now, where is he? You have no idea what he just did! It's outrageous! If it weren't for him, Peter wouldn't have been beaten into the hospital by Thompson!"

Jessica gritted her teeth and shook her head, saying, "I'm sorry, Gwen, I did see this person. I felt that his mental state was not right at the time, but I rushed to the registrar's office to cancel my leave, and it has been a long time now. I don't know where he is."

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I'll find him sooner or later." Gwen's tone changed, and a smile appeared on her face. "Let's not talk about unhappy things. It's my birthday this weekend, Jessica. Do you have time to come to my birthday party?"

Last year, I was so sad because neither you nor Peter were here. This year, I hope all our friends can come. Please, just to fulfill a small wish of mine.

She took Jessica's hand and gave her a pitiful look.

Jessica smiled, feeling a little touched. She knew Gwen was worried about being isolated and was deliberately using this method to help her fit in.

Looking at Gwen's expectant eyes, Jessica couldn't bear to refuse and nodded gently, "Okay, Gwen, you can look forward to the birthday present I've prepared for you now."

Upon hearing this, Gwen's face lit up with a happy smile, and she hugged Jessica tightly: "Thank you, Jessica, you are the best birthday present I could ever have!"

She paused, her gaze sweeping up and down, and said curiously, "You seem much more cheerful these past few days, and you smile more often. Could it be because you have a boyfriend?"

Was I laughing?

Jessica instinctively touched her cheek, then shook her head violently: "Boyfriend? Don't be ridiculous, those creatures are too scary, I don't need one!"

Seeing her face turn bright red in an instant, Gwen's eyes revealed a hint of teasing: "Well, it seems I guessed right, and the progress is probably beyond my expectations. Why don't we bring him to my birthday party? As your good friend, I think it's my duty to help you check him out."

"Well……"

With her secret revealed, Jessica lowered her head shyly and no longer denied it.

Meanwhile, Gray quickly found Big Daddy and listened quietly as he recounted the entire process of Mindy's kidnapping.

The process is as follows:

There were two assailants, a man and a woman, who broke into the hotel. The man punched Big Daddy, who fell to the ground. The woman punched Mindy, who also fell to the ground...

"Alright, alright, I'll handle it. Just find a place to lie down comfortably."

Gray looked at Big Daddy speechlessly. He often overheard Mindy and Big Daddy talking on the phone. The two of them were always talking about who they killed today or who they would kill tomorrow. They were really good at bragging. But when something actually happened, they fell asleep faster than anyone else.

The old man touched his nose with an embarrassed expression, and casually covered up his left panda eye.

"The other party came prepared. From which direction do you plan to begin your investigation?"

Big Daddy's expression was solemn. The two people who carried out the kidnapping were no ordinary people. They were skilled in fighting and their speed and strength far exceeded those of ordinary people. And such powerful characters were only the executors. It was conceivable that the mastermind behind the scenes was no ordinary person.

"Investigate what?" Gray asked.

"If you don't know your identity, purpose, and hiding place, you'll have no use for your strength even if you have it all," the old man said helplessly.

He knew that Gray was very strong, but that was all he knew. Gray had a typical superhuman mindset: impulsive, easily angered, blindly confident, and didn't like to think before he acted.

Mindy was kidnapped and her fate was unknown. Big Daddy was in great distress, but he dared not show it at all, for fear that Gray would act impulsively and mess things up.

"I just sent a photo of the attacker to a former colleague, and he'll help investigate his identity. What you need to do now is stay calm and wait for news."

"I am very calm."

Gray walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, his pupils dilating slightly, shimmering with a faint golden light: "Besides, I've already investigated and found out."