A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

“Ah—shit! Sambi…”

Before he could finish cursing, Gwen pulled her right fist back to her waist and then suddenly punched upwards, delivering a powerful rising punch that slammed into the brown-haired teammate's chin.

The opponent's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, instantly knocked out!

In reality, Gwen was just a weak girl and didn't have that much power.

The reason this punch could knock out the opponent is because there are many vagus nerves in the chin area; anyone who gets punched in this area will basically experience the same effect.

"Wang Defa!"

"Shit!"

"Fuck you!"

The other team members were not calm and immediately cried out in surprise. They could fight among themselves, look down on each other, and be uncooperative, but what was going on with a girl coming to their door?

If word gets out, how will their rugby team face the entire school?

Don't you have any pride?!

"Female student, you must give us an explanation today!"

The coach's tone was extremely unfriendly. First, he kicked the door, then he hit someone. He said that if they didn't give him an explanation, he wouldn't be able to get through the day!

However, Gwen remained calm in the face of his anger, then took out an ID card and placed it in front of him:

"Any problems with the NYPD handling things?"

"..."

The coach's lips twitched. Good grief, did I do something wrong?

In fact, Gwen's NYPD badge is the same as Cao Gui's "FBI unofficial staff" badge. As the daughter of the director of New York's largest violent agency, it's not surprising that Gwen has one.

Moreover, just as Cao Gui had expected, Gwen was not as helpless as he had imagined. Her policeman father had taught her a lot, and she had learned it very well.

Gwen ignored the coach's dramatic change in expression and coldly retorted:

"Chris, you Texan, get out here!"

Chris felt a chill run down his spine as a strong sense of foreboding spread through the crowd.

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Chapter 8 Parents Blocking the Way

In a dark corner of the rugby field.

Chris lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, while Gwen, holding a blood-stained three-section baton, looked down at Chris with a fierce expression.

"Damn it...wasn't yesterday's matter...over?!" Chris gasped for breath. "What exactly do you want?"

"Is yesterday's matter over?" Gwen shoved the stick into his throat and sneered, "You secretly retaliated, so you think it's all over, right?"

"What are you saying... I don't understand..." Chris's bruised face was full of confusion. He understood each word individually, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

Gwen stomped her foot on Chris's chest: "Are you trying to say that Cao's head injury has nothing to do with you?"

"That yellow...Eastern man is injured?" Chris looked bewildered and at a loss.

"You don't know?" Gwen was equally astonished. Chris's expression didn't seem fake, but then Gwen snapped again, "Stop pretending! If it wasn't you, who else could it be!"

"Damn it, what does his injury have to do with me!" Chris roared, his nose stinging with tears.

"I haven't seen him since yesterday!"

Seeing his aggrieved expression, Gwen's heart skipped a beat, and she felt inexplicably uneasy. Her previously tough demeanor softened instantly.

Could it be that I've made a mistake? I should test Cao's explanation.

"You bastard! Please find out the facts before you hit someone!" Chris roared in a frenzy. "New York is so big, with so many people, what makes you think I hit him!"

Seeing this, Gwen subconsciously took a step back. Did she really come to the wrong person?

But then, enraged, he roared, "You damn Texan, what are you yelling about!"

"If you didn't hit him yesterday, and you don't hit him today, does that mean you definitely won't hit him tomorrow?!"

Chris: "..."

Seeing Gwen's attempt to shift the blame, Chris sighed. New York is dangerous; he'd been beaten three times in two days. To be honest, he missed Texas.

"You've definitely been thinking about how to get revenge on us. Let me tell you, don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

Gwen threatened fiercely, then strode away, though... her steps were somewhat hurried, giving the impression of fleeing in disarray.

Chris pouted, wanting to cry, but unable to. How could he have been so bewitched yesterday and gotten involved with this woman?

In a secluded corner, Gwen covered her face, her delicate earlobes turning bright red. She was so ashamed; she had only intended to stand up for herself, but instead, she had made a complete fool of herself.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem. As long as she doesn't say anything, no one will know. Gwen patted her cheek, took a deep breath, and began to compose herself.

A moment later, the blush faded, and Gwen returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.

However, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. During break, Cao Gui heard the "news" from others that Chris had a bruised and swollen face.

Considering that Gwen had disappeared for a whole class period, Cao Gui looked at Gwen with a strange expression.

Goodness, as expected of you, Spider-Woman!

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Gwen said coquettishly.

Cao Gui chuckled and darted over to Gwen's side: "Gwen, are you free tonight? How about we have dinner together?"

As he spoke, Cao Gui tossed his hair, revealing bandages: "How about I tell you about this? You'll definitely be interested."

"Nonsense, I'm not interested in your affairs." Gwen's pretty face flushed slightly. "I do have time, but would this count as a date?"

"It wasn't a date, just a private chat."

Cao Gui wisely denied it; judging from Gwen's expression, if he talked about going on a date, the matter would definitely fall through.

"Just a meal?"

"Just eating."

"Just chatting?"

"Of course, it's just a chat."

Gwen felt a little relieved. What she feared most was that Cao Gui would use this incident to pester her. Although she had taught Chris a lesson, it was mostly out of gratitude and righteous indignation from yesterday.

She and Cao Gui had only known each other for two days at most, so going on dates was indeed too fast.

“Okay, no problem,” Gwen smiled.

The school bell rang again, and the last class began. However, Gwen, who was a top student, was a little distracted in this class. Her thoughts were racing. On one hand, she felt that her attitude towards Cao Gui was not very good and felt guilty. On the other hand, she felt that it was right to keep her distance at this stage and that she had not done anything wrong.

The class passed by in Gwen's dilemma. When the bell rang, the two walked out of the school gate side by side.

"Gwen, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Hmm...actually, anything is fine, I'm not picky about food."

How's the Chinese food?

"Sure, I've never had it before. I've heard that General Tso's chicken is delicious."

Cao Gui looked embarrassed. General Tso's Chicken? The Chinese man said he had never heard of it.

However, just as the two were having a happy discussion, a black Chevrolet sedan stopped in front of them, the window rolled down, revealing the face of a handsome middle-aged white man.

"Dad?" Gwen asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

“Your mother cooked some seafood and asked me to leave work early to pick you up,” George Stacy said, then turned her gaze to Cao Gui: “And this is?”

"Hello, Mr. Stacy, my name is Cao Gui, and I am Gwen's classmate."

"Oh, I see. Hello, Gwen just transferred here and we've already become friends. Thank you for being so kind to my daughter."

Cao Gui scratched his face. What he said was true, but... why did he feel like you had ill intentions?

On the other side, Gwen looked at the two with a headache. Her father had come to pick her up in person, so it wouldn't be appropriate not to go back. But the problem was... she had already accepted Cao Gui's invitation, and going back now would be tantamount to breaking the contract.

When Cao Gui saw Gwen's conflicted expression, he immediately understood her awkward situation. In fact, this situation was easy to resolve; all Mr. Stacy had to do was say, "Come to our house for dinner."

But it was clear that the other party didn't mean it that way, and he couldn't leave Gwen in such an awkward situation, so he had no choice but to do it himself.

Cao Gui swiped his phone screen in his pocket, and soon the phone rang.

Cao Gui gave the father and daughter an apologetic smile, then picked up his phone and pretended to make a call.

After a moment of silence, he said to Gwen, "I'm sorry, Gwen, I suddenly have something to take care of and I might have to cancel our appointment."

Gwen forced a smile: "It's alright, let's deal with your business first."

"I'm sorry, Gwen."

"It's okay, Cao, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Goodbye, Mr. Stacy.

"Well, goodbye, student."

Cao Gui waved and walked away into the distance, while Gwen, somewhat angrily, got into her father's car and remained silent with a cold face the whole time.

She knew this was the best way to handle things, but if it weren't for her father, or if he had arrived later, this wouldn't have happened.

When they arrived home, Helen, the mother, happily invited the two to sit down and prepare to eat seafood, but she noticed that her daughter looked unhappy.

"Huh? What happened?"

Helen was somewhat surprised, as the relationship between her father and daughter had always been better than that between her mother and daughter or between her husband and wife.

“Uh… well…” George shrugged. “Perhaps I was a bit too harsh on his classmate.”

"Really?" Helen asked in surprise. "Gwen, can you tell us? Since you transferred schools, you haven't mentioned your classmates to us."

Gwen sighed and briefly recounted how Cao Gui had helped her deal with the Texans, omitting, of course, the fact that she had physically assaulted someone earlier that day.

“I see. I misunderstood him,” George said, subconsciously ignoring his daughter’s considerable fighting ability. In his eyes, his daughter was always weak and easily bullied.

“However, Gwen, I don’t think you should be in a relationship right now. Although he has helped you, you’ve only known each other for a short time. You should be more cautious.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and focused on the lobster in front of her, ignoring her noisy father.