Park, deep in the woods.
The bright headlights, like two clubs, violently shattered the darkness.
A jeep swerved and forced its way in. When it screeched to a halt, a woman struggled to push open the car door and leaned on the vehicle as she got out.
Drunk, she clutched her forehead, where her silver hair fell. The heels of her high-heeled shoes sank deep into the muddy forest ground. She walked as unsteadily as the jeep, looking as if she wanted to leave the woods.
Before the woman could exit the park's forest area, a tall, handsome White man from the driver's seat of the jeep quickly chased after her, grabbing her wrist with a large hand and forcibly pulling her back into the car.
"Trent, let go of me, let me go home…"
"Go back for what? Stay here obediently, don't go anywhere!"
The White man roughly shoved the woman onto the back seat. His eyes greedily took in her firm chest, which became even more prominent under the car's dim, warm lighting after one of her shirt buttons was undone. Her two long legs, clad in black pantyhose, were tightly and restlessly pressed together.
"Bitch, it's only been a few months, and your figure is getting better and better!"
The White man panted heavily, taking off his jacket and belt, then lowered himself into the car.
"Let go of me, is anyone there, help… Ugh!"
Only then did the woman truly realize what she was about to face, but her body was pinned down by the young man. As soon as she opened her mouth to call for help, it was tightly covered by a hand, and her neck was also strangled.
"Wuwu!"
Lack of oxygen made the woman's already dizzy head even more muddled, and her constantly weakening body began to gradually lose the strength to resist.
Whoosh—
She faintly heard the sound of her clothes being torn.
"No."
Tearing a corner of the black pantyhose, the White man's eyes were bloodshot, and his large hand reached towards the soft white fabric.
"Hmm?" The White man's movements suddenly paused. It was a hand, silently landing on his back shoulder. Before he could turn to look, accompanied by an unimaginably powerful force, the White man was violently yanked out of the car and slammed hard against a tree five meters away!
What immense strength!
The White man immediately gasped in cold air. He hunched over in pain on the ground, seeing a tall figure standing in front of him. Her face wasn't clearly visible in the dark forest, but she was clearly a woman with a model-like physique!
How could this be! That strength just now made him mistakenly think it was a burly man with a boxer's physique!
At this moment, a Black-haired Boy also rushed over. His clothing and the woman's were clearly matching couple outfits.
"I advise you not to bother me! This is private business between me and my girlfriend!" The White man struggled to get up, leaning on the tree, his right hand reaching into his pants pocket. He threatened loudly, "I have a gun! If you don't leave here, I'll be acting in self-defense!"
Diana's face was calm. She shielded the young man with her body and stepped forward proactively.
Why would you provoke her?
Vincent muttered to himself, confidently leaving his back to his aunt, and began to examine the situation inside the car.
At first glance, he couldn't help but be stunned.
It really was someone he knew!
The silver-haired woman lying in the car right now was none other than Felicia Hardy, his class's assistant instructor!
However, Felicia's shirt was disheveled, several fastened buttons forcibly torn open, revealing the firm chest tightly encased in a black bra. Her knee-length skirt was messily pulled up at one corner, and her black pantyhose were torn from the knee upwards, extending to a small patch of soft white fabric on her inner thigh… Her long silver-white hair was scattered haphazardly on the car seat and the dirty footwell. Felicia's body trembled slightly, tears welling in her eyes. One side of her fair, delicate face bore a red palm print, and her soft, slender neck had purplish bruises from being choked.
Vincent quickly averted his gaze after just one look, a flame called "anger" burning in his heart!
At the same time.
Behind him, the White man's screams echoed. Having a gun in his hand would only make his situation worse.
Vincent first pulled Felicia's long skirt back down to cover her, then shook her shoulder and asked, "Teacher, are you alright?"
Felicia, in a semi-conscious state, her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She then opened her beautiful eyes, which were a little watery, and seemed momentarily dazed as she saw the familiar face of the young man nearby: "Vincent… student."
"It's me. Are you alright? Is anything abnormal with your body, dizzy? Did you drink alcohol?" Vincent was asking seriously when Felicia finally regained a sliver of strength. She struggled to sit up, her hands firmly embracing Vincent's body in front of her. Her mouth twisted, and she began to sob like a child, "Wuwu."
Uh, who exactly is the teacher and who is the student… Vincent was a bit taken aback, his hands unsure where to place them for a moment.
However, he knew Felicia must have been terrified.
"Don't worry, it's alright now." Vincent whispered a comfort, lightly patting Felicia's back and stroking her soft, silky silver hair, truly like comforting a big child.
After crying in Vincent's arms for a good while, Felicia finally stopped sobbing.
As if finally sober from her drunken state, she noticed that there were other people present. She quickly pulled away from Vincent's embrace and began to straighten her overly disheveled clothes, the fear and relief on her face transforming into shame.
Vincent knew that Felicia had recovered from her earlier panic and had returned to the normal state of realizing that hugging her student was inappropriate. So, he tactfully did not speak to Felicia, exited the car, and went outside to observe the battle on his aunt's side.
Well, the so-called battle had, as expected, already concluded.
Diana stood there calmly and elegantly, her foot on a handgun that hadn't even had its safety disengaged. The White man was curled up on the ground in front of her, frothing at the mouth, having long since lost consciousness.
"Diana, are you alright?" Vincent asked.
"What do you think?" Diana turned around and smiled slightly, "How is your teacher?"
"She's fine, we made it in time."
Vincent exhaled and said coldly, looking at the unconscious White man on the ground, "Let's call the police first."
He was afraid that if he didn't report it to the police, he wouldn't be able to resist implementing other disciplinary measures.
Diana nodded, reaching into her pocket for her phone.
Suddenly.
Felicia suddenly stepped out of the car and said, "Don't call the police!"
"Why? Teacher, he committed a crime…" Vincent's eyes were filled with confusion.
Felicia looked at the White man lying on the ground with a complex expression, and said bitterly, "He's a friend I knew in college, just… let him off this time."
"Teacher, are you serious? If you let him go now, he's very likely to target you again in the future!"
Vincent raised an eyebrow. Felicia bit her lower lip hard at his words, saying nothing.
Vincent wanted to press further, but Diana timely held his hand. She mused, "Let's take you home first."
"Okay, let's leave here quickly!"
Felicia readily agreed, turning her head away and no longer looking at the White man on the ground… Vincent and Diana escorted Felicia home. Felicia remained silent the entire way.
Until. Felicia returned to her apartment in Washington. She bowed again to the two of them in thanks and closed the door.
Leaving Felicia's apartment door.
Vincent looked at Diana beside him: "Why did you stop me just now?"
Diana's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and she said softly, "Your teacher's male friend has a very deep family background, so even if we called the police, it wouldn't do much good. Your teacher probably knows this, which is why she didn't want to implicate us in offending him."
"I see." Vincent narrowed his eyes, then suddenly smiled.
No matter how deep their family background, is it as deep as theirs?
It's fine not to call the police; the other party will receive an even more severe punishment.
When Vincent left earlier, he had left a Guan Luo Split (Guan Luo split body)—a Jellyfish clone—on the White man.
"What university does your teacher teach at?" Diana suddenly asked.
"State University, why?" Vincent asked, puzzled.
Diana responded nonchalantly: "It's nothing. Just that the guy from earlier won't be able to go to school anymore."
Vincent suddenly understood.
He finally knew whose personality he inherited.
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