Chapter 9 A Junk Guy
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Thanks to Vincent, the guy just wriggled on the back of the seat and couldn’t get up.
“Oh, my god! Someone is molesting me! Somebody, please help! Ahhh, I won’t be meeting others with dignity! You are pushing me to die, bastard! You should be responsible for this!”
The fat woman seemed to have finally realized what had happened and shouted in excitement, grabbing the man without loosening.
The scene surprised all the passengers a lot and they started to rebuke him in a rage.
“Damn gangster! He’s too rampant! I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as him before!”
“Tell me about it! His taste is so… Ahem! He is too bold! The woman has found what he has been doing, but he’s still doing it!”
“What a f*****g pervert! He can’t even leave the seat back some space?! That’s unforgivable!”
“That’s right! Fortunately, the young man shouted bravely to warn us, or I’m afraid we all might be his victims!”
“That’s terrifying! I’m still in my period!”
The passengers got a lot to say, and the man almost wanted to get himself killed at the spot. He might get stuck or hung somewhere and couldn’t get up no matter how hard he tried.
But in others’ eyes, the scene was: the shameless pervert didn’t restrain himself under the crowds’ gaze and even continued to rub against the seat back and the woman!
“Ahh, I can’t bear him anymore! Can the driver hear me? You should drive the bus straight to the police station!”
“I agree! The police station is around the corner ahead! Just send the hooligan over!”
Some passengers yelled rationally, and two strong passengers came over and controlled the man.
Because of them, the man couldn’t even move!
“I hear you guys! Get seated!” The driver agreed, started the car, and drove to the police station directly.
Vincent performed the power of decomposition and released the man from the seat before he was caught by the police. Several people on the bus, especially the fat woman who was molested, got off the bus to give their statements.
The fat woman even murmured that “I won’t let him go that easy if he doesn’t take his responsibility.”
Now that the man was caught, the bus continued. Vincent let go of the girl, and the latter stood beside him with a red face until she got off at the next stop.
Before she left, she looked back at Vincent.
What a pity she was not Lora… Wait, why was he still thinking the b***h Lora?
A few stops later, after the bus drove away from the city center, Vincent got off and walked to the entrance of a large villa at the edge of the city.
The place was not as noisy as the urban area but was combined with the elegance of green mountains and clear waters.
The villa community was decorated in classical style. Although it was not the richest place in Fairfax, it was luxurious enough that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to afford it.
The name was also domineering: The Vernon Hills.
Vincent could tell from the place that the girl’s family had made a lot of money from their “environmental protection” business. Since they responded to the call of the country, it made sense that they earned money from that.
That was good to know. This time, Vincent was in hope that he could make some money from the treatment.
Bearing those in mind, he came to the gate of the villa but was stopped by a security guard.
“Hey, who are you?” the guard with a beard asked.
“Hello, I’m looking for someone,” Vincent answered calmly.
“Looking for someone? Who? How did you get here?” asked the security guard.
“Eh? How?” Vincent was confused, scratching his head while wondering why the guard asked such a question.
“I... took the bus to the station there, and then walked over!” Vincent turned and pointed toward the bus station.
“Hahaha!” The bearded guard and two of his kind who followed him out suddenly laughed and bent over. Vincent was even afraid that they would lose their breath.
“Is it that funny?” Vincent shook his head speechlessly.
“A bus... the platform... walk here... Hahaha! Oh, my...” The bearded guard couldn’t finish his words during his laughter. After a long while, he finally eased his mind, patted himself on the chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Excuse me!” The bearded guard waved his hand and looked at Vincent in contempt, “Do you know where this place is?”
“Of course I know! It’s a residential area! Or are you saying it is a funeral home?” Vincent rebuked without hesitation.
“Damn you!” The two security guards behind were provoked and came forward.
“Hey! Watch yourselves!” The bearded guard stopped them, shook his head, and looked at Vincent with a cold face and pride.
“I’ll just get to the point! It’s a high-end private villa community! People who come here are either rich or powerful! Even BMW, Audi, or Benz are too ordinary in here, but you told me you were here by bus? Get away from here! Don’t you think we don’t know that you are just a junk guy!”
“That’s right! Hurry and leave! Otherwise, we won’t be nice to you!” The two behind stared at him.
Vincent was even more speechless for he had never expected any security guard to be so arrogant. He couldn’t help shaking his head.
“I know it’s a high-end villa area. Does it mean it’s not for people to live? I don’t live here anyway! Who told you that people have to drive expensive cars if they want to see someone inside this place? And what makes you think I am a junk guy who picks up trashes for a living?”
Vincent pointed at himself speechlessly.
The three security guards stared at Vincent for a while. Although he didn’t seem like a junk guy, they still had to confirm his identity. It was good that they were responsible for their job, but they were not sharp enough when working.
“Who are you looking for then? Why you got nobody picks you up? We have rules here! Either someone comes here to lead you in or you call the owner to give us a call! If you can contact…”
Before the bearded guard finished, Vincent took out a card from his pocket, glanced at it, and then put it in front of him.
“Does President Quincy, Matthew Quincy, live here?”
“What?” The guard paused for a second, and then took the card. Seeing the content on it, he bettered his attitude and nodded hurriedly.
“Yes, yes! He lives here! President Quincy, right? I know him!”
“Then I come to the right place. Someone introduced me here to offer him some help.”
“Oh, my god,” The guard looked at Vincent without blinking his eyes, and his tone became softer, “Bro, you are… a doctor?”
“I guess so.” Vincent nodded, feeling like the guard seemed to know what had happened in the family.
“Oh, my gosh, you should have told me earlier! It’s a misunderstanding!” The guard hurriedly returned the business card to Vincent in embarrassment and held his hands apologetically.
The two behind him nodded to say they were sorry as well.
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