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

The unlucky guy jumped out on his own initiative, and the bad girls didn't dare to say a word. They shrank their necks, looked away, and hurriedly looked away.

"Is it you?"

There was no point in running away, and there was no need for further conversation. Gray immediately slapped them hard across the face, making them tremble with fear.

They then looked in horror to their side and saw an innocent bystander lying on the ground in a deep, infant-like sleep, his face covered in blood and half of his ear torn off.

"Still you guys?"

Seeing Gray turn his gaze this way again, the girls felt an urge to urinate and their legs trembled uncontrollably. For these underage girls, even without his status, Gray's full muscle lines were extremely intimidating.

Excuses? Apology?

It's all meaningless.

Gray had no intention of questioning or listening to explanations; he was like an enraged lion.

He didn't know who had made him angry.

He rarely uses his super hearing and super vision unnecessarily. He doesn't like the feeling of seeing everything from a god's perspective. In comparison, he prefers to be an ordinary person.

Super vision can easily make people lose their ability to appreciate beautiful things, and super hearing can rob people of the joy of life, with all the little surprises and expectations disappearing.

For him, knowing everything would only make everything seem dull and uninteresting.

"Calm down! Stop! No!!"

Jessica snapped out of her daze, let out a scream, and practically lunged at Gray, grabbing him around the waist.

Knowing Gray as she did, in a matter of two or three breaths, everyone would be able to skip the cake and start the meal immediately.

Whether it's ruining Gwen's birthday party or injuring a classmate, these are scenarios Jessica doesn't want to see.

"Please..."

Looking at Jessica's pitiful eyes, Gray's anger subsided slightly. After a moment's thought, he realized that killing someone was indeed inappropriate, especially killing Jessica's classmate, as it would make her appear difficult to get along with in the eyes of her classmates.

That morning he had reminded Mindy not to contradict herself.

Thinking of this, Gray's eyes lit up; he had a brilliant idea.

Last night, the rhino was very energetic. Why not make use of it and let the naughty kids ride it for three days and three nights? This way, we can both motivate the employees and serve as a form of discipline, killing two birds with one stone.

Fuck, I'm too smart!

"Hold me tighter and I'll do whatever you say."

Gray was secretly pleased with himself and nodded in agreement, but his hands didn't stop moving at all.

Jessica's eyes had already locked onto the suspect for him. Without hesitation, Gray slapped the three girls repeatedly. Their faces turned pale instantly, and their features became so blurred that it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female.

But it's okay, rhinoceros people aren't picky eaters.

I remember when I interviewed the rhino last time, Gray casually patted its head as encouragement.

At that time, he had not yet awakened his biofield, and accidentally slapped his cerebellum, causing it to shrink. Since then, the rhinoceros man often cannot distinguish between a human and a cow.

"What happened!?"

Chief George rushed over upon hearing the commotion, his gaze falling on the several unconscious female students, his face filled with astonishment.

"George, my friend, you've come at the right time." Gray pointed at several criminals and said seriously, "In broad daylight, in front of everyone, it's hard to imagine how arrogant a person could dare to openly slander a classmate in the police chief's house."

If such heinous acts are not severely punished, where is the justice of the law? Where is the authority of the bureau chief? How can public safety be guaranteed? I have a small suggestion: the death penalty!

"Cough cough..."

Chief George nearly choked on his own saliva upon hearing this: "Almost all the guests invited today are my daughter Gwen's classmates. How could there be criminals among them? Gray, are you mistaken?"

The two exchanged names at the door. Although George had read Homelander's information, he had never seen his photo and found it difficult to connect the wicked Homelander with his savior.

"This precisely illustrates the extremely serious problems with the contemporary education system," Gray explained calmly. "George, you know me. I can't tolerate the slightest injustice. In my view, any behavior that violates justice must be corrected immediately."

As he spoke, he pointed to the unconscious girls on the ground and said indignantly, "They are not even adults yet, and they are already so rotten that they are oozing pus. Even if they change a little after they grow up, they will only add a few inferior sex toys to society. This is undoubtedly a great insult and waste of educational resources."

But don't worry, after my stern criticism, I firmly believe that even if they are incorrigible, they will absolutely not commit crimes again in the short term.

Gray was very confident about this.

After that slap, several people will be unconscious for at least three to five days. It's hard to say whether they will develop dementia after they wake up. Cosmetic surgery and rehabilitation treatment will definitely be necessary.

If you don't do it right, you won't even qualify to be a cannon mount.

Jessica stood to the side, her lips twitching as she listened. She tugged at Gray's sleeve and whispered, "That's enough..."

This is probably what it means to be ungrateful after getting a good deal.

However, it would be a lie to say that Jessica wasn't moved by Gray's protectiveness. At this moment, the way she looked at Gray was so sweet, she couldn't wait to kiss him in public.

"Even so, you shouldn't have resorted to such a violent method to solve the problem."

Chief George looked at the righteous-minded Gray and felt a headache coming on: "I know your starting point is to uphold justice, but you also have to consider the consequences. If you are taken to court, the judge will not listen to your explanation. They will only focus on which party is a minor."

"We are willing to pay a settlement!"

Jessica quickly chimed in, loudly proclaiming, "Twenty thousand per person!"

"Oh, then that's fine."

When George heard that the price was reasonable, he didn't say anything more, called an ambulance, and invited Gray inside to talk.

In the United States, money can solve everything.

George believed from the bottom of his heart that the $2 compensation was more than enough to offset Gray's excessive behavior.

He had heard the insults earlier, but he didn't pay any attention to them. It was common for young girls to have conflicts. As the police chief, he naturally wouldn't get involved. He just didn't expect that the girl being insulted knew Gray.

Judging from the looks of it, their relationship is not simple.

George's eyelids trembled as he watched as Gray's hand naturally landed on Jessica's shapely buttocks, rubbing them back and forth through her jeans—a truly indecent sight.

George felt a sudden tightness in his chest at the thought that his daughter's classmates were no older than 17, while Gray was at least 25.

Meanwhile, Gwen heard the commotion downstairs and felt a surge of unease. She quickly went downstairs to check what was going on.

Then they saw several girls lying unconscious on the ground, their father George standing to the side with a headache on his face, and Jessica clutching a man's clothes, looking anxious.

"Dad, what's going on outside?" Gwen asked, frowning, her voice filled with confusion.

The group turned around at the sound. Jessica blushed and quickly slapped Gray's stinky hand away. George gave a gentle smile and was about to explain.

Just then, Gwen's eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with disbelief.

"It's you! That bastard who pretended to be a teacher!" She angrily stretched out her right hand, pointing it menacingly at Gray.

Although several days have passed, Gray is not the kind of man who can easily forget someone he has just met once.

Moreover, what he did at the time was so outrageous that Peter is still in the hospital to this day.

Gwen took some time these past few days to visit Peter in the hospital. He had over twenty stitches in his face and was almost unrecognizable.

However, before the anger in her heart could rise, Gwen's thoughts inexplicably drifted back to the person who had risked his life to save her last night. That familiar figure, and that blurry, dusty face, gradually overlapped with the man in front of her!

"No way, could it be that the person who caught me in the face last night was also him?" Gwen's anger was instantly replaced by astonishment, her mouth slightly open, and she was at a loss for words.

"Gwen, what's wrong with you today? You're being so rude."

George frowned, looking at the distraught Gwen, his tone tinged with reproach, "This is your Uncle Grey. If it weren't for him last night, Dad might not have made it back. Quickly apologize to your uncle."

"Uncle?" Gwen looked bewildered.