The meddlesome ** was shoved back onto a bus, leaving the crowd bewildered. Moments later, the ** returned empty-handed.

By then, the man who had been caught was no longer being beaten and was sitting up on the ground. People wondered if Brother ** was also going to take him away, but instead, ** walked toward a bystander. Suddenly, he snatched a mobile phone right out of the person's hand.

The man who had been "robbed" cried out, "Hey! What are you doing?!" The only reply was a flash of dazzling white teeth—a smile that sent a chill down his spine, causing him to instinctively take a step back.

"What is Wang Zhuo trying to do?"

He Ye stared out the window with a puzzled expression, ignoring the anxious questions from Xu Chu, who was wrapping her cousin in a bath towel nearby.

The bath towel wrapped around Xu Meng was the very one Wang Zhuo had just taken off; it was still damp and warm, but in this emergency, they couldn't afford to worry about niceties.

After grabbing one phone, Wang Zhuo shoved it into his pocket. He took two steps to another person and snatched that woman's phone in a similar swift motion.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. No one could understand why this man was suddenly grabbing any phone he saw.

Then, Wang Zhuo suddenly accelerated his movements. Anyone who tried to dodge, he grabbed them; those who resisted received a punch—it happened often enough. In just a moment, his single-man assault shattered the originally orderly circular crowd. Four cocky young men stepped forward, ready to fight back, but he swept past them like a gale.

"Madman! This guy is a madman!"

"Call the police! Who still has a phone, quickly call the police!"

"Damn it! Who’s with me to beat him up!"

"You scoundrel, give me back my phone, or you’ll face the consequences!"

This time, it was the "cuckold-catching squad's" turn to stare blankly at each other, completely bewildered by how the situation had devolved.

After snatching over a dozen phones—and one DSLR camera—Wang Zhuo returned to the center of the street, a smirk of disdain curling his lips. He pulled out one phone from his pocket.

With a sweep of his X-ray vision, he thoroughly analyzed the internal structure of the woman's phone. His hands moved with practiced dexterity, flipping and turning until the back cover popped open, ejecting the memory card. With two sharp cracks, he crushed it into fragments.

The phone’s owner fell silent. Only then did she realize that her phone had been grabbed because she had secretly filmed a video earlier!

Wang Zhuo snorted, snapped the back cover back into place, and tossed the phone in a high arc. It flew precisely toward its female owner.

However, this woman clearly lacked quick reflexes and hand-eye coordination, compounded by the blinding glare of the streetlights. She reached for it, but only managed to brush it with her fingers; the phone bounced off, clattered to the ground, and skidded a long distance away.

Wang Zhuo repeated his tactic. Many people were furious but dared not speak out. Most of those playing "car sex" here weren't lacking money, but a memory card was still worth a hundred or two, and many couldn't catch the tossed phones. Some were smashed to pieces, scraping ugly marks into the asphalt.

At this point, one skeptic secretly switched his phone to video mode in his pocket and pulled out a corner, intending to film Wang Zhuo—this was one of the four youths Wang Zhuo had ignored earlier.

Wang Zhuo flicked his toe, trapping a small, ping-pong-ball-sized pebble in his hand, and shot the youth a disdainful glance. With a sharp twist of his body, his arm blurred into a phantom shape under the orange streetlight!

How fast was it? So fast that you couldn't see his right arm. The secret photographer only felt a dull impact on his thigh as the high-speed pebble smashed his phone into a spiderweb of cracks, utterly destroying it!

Wang Zhuo pointed a finger at him from a distance, a silent warning, then continued to dismantle the remaining phones, smashing the memory cards and tossing the casings back to their original owners. Finally, right under everyone’s gaze, he deftly swapped the memory card out of the DSLR camera, tossed out several shards, and tucked the card between the lines of his own palm print.

He did this because he sensed the owner of that DSLR was allied with the cuckold-catchers, believing that card probably contained something interesting.

"This kid is too arrogant!"

Public indignation flared. Some were calling the police; others were plotting revenge. But most chose to cut their losses, retrieving their phones and leaving with their partners without a word.

Those who came for illicit rendezvous likely included legitimate couples, but unfaithful partners were numerous. These people, by simply being present in this peculiar location, already needed to explain themselves to others. They certainly didn't have the energy to confront this situation and chose to swallow their misfortune.

Then there were those whose memory cards held genuinely important things—perhaps intimate photos with a lover, or some official documents. But who told them to have the audacity to film Xu Meng's body and Wang Zhuo? They could only accept their loss with resentment.

"Block his car! Don't let him leave!"

The cuckold-catching squad came up with a brilliant idea. Among the "victims" whose phones were stolen, someone with significant connections had already called a police friend to rush over.

Some were filled with righteous anger, some were gloating, some left depressed, and others stood watching from a distance, hoping for chaos to erupt further.

Amidst the complex stares, Wang Zhuo sauntered back into the RV, shut the door, pulled out a remote, and pressed a button. All the windows and curtains closed and drew shut, sealing them off from outside peeping eyes.

"This isn't a bus at all, it's an RV..."

Someone muttered the realization, and after hearing it, several more people departed.

Who knew if the RV's owner was also summoning people? If some unreasonable brute arrived, demanding to "discuss" matters with everyone present, wouldn't that be tedious?

Inside the vehicle, Xu Chu and He Ye were also seeing this RV for the first time, unaware of the function of the rooms beyond the bathroom, lavatory, dining area, and living room.

They settled Xu Meng in the living room. Since she had no clothes, they simply found another bath towel from the bathroom to drape over her.

Through the windows, He Ye and Xu Chu witnessed Wang Zhuo’s performance. They heard that he had snatched and destroyed all the phones used for filming, and only then did Xu Meng’s mood begin to improve slightly.

When Wang Zhuo returned to the vehicle, Xu Chu had just poured her cousin a calming drink. The elder woman downed it in one gulp, then leaned on the table with her elbow, holding her forehead in silence.

"Wang Zhuo... thank you for helping my cousin..."

Xu Chu approached him gratefully, examining Wang Zhuo to see if he was injured.

"Just scraped a bit of skin," Wang Zhuo chuckled dismissively. "It's nothing. Just send me the bill for the fire extinguisher later."

"Where are you scratched?" Xu Chu asked solicitously. "Should I get the first-aid kit? I'll find you a band-aid."

"We'll talk about that later," Wang Zhuo shook his head. "You go upstairs first. There’s a bedroom toward the back center. Lift the bed board and get a set of clothes for your cousin to wear."

"I'll go!" He Ye volunteered, partly to let Xu Chu stay with Xu Meng, and partly out of curiosity about what kind of clothes were stored in that bedside cabinet.

Soon, she found the bedroom and looked inside the cabinet, discovering many sets of women's loungewear and pajamas. Curious, she flipped through them and noted there were five different sizes—from the smallest S, up through M, L, XL, and XXL.

Wang Zhuo, sitting in the living room, was observing her movements with his X-ray vision. Seeing her strange expression upon discovering the different sizes of women's clothes, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He Ye decided she would have to find an opportunity to ask Wang Zhuo about this later. Finding three middle sizes was understandable, but the S and XXL sizes were rather baffling. Moreover, these clothes were all kept in the same closet. Did none of his women ever get suspicious or jealous?!

She retrieved an XL loungewear set and returned to the living room, letting Wang Zhuo accompany her while Xu Meng changed.

Although Wang Zhuo had already seen through Xu Meng’s body—and even brushed against her lush forest while carrying her back—a certain level of decorum was still necessary.

Gazing at this righteous man, who risked danger and conflicted with so many people for a complete stranger, He Ye felt a surge of emotion mixed with a sense of profound security.

Putting other things aside, she knew she would never be wronged if she followed this man. "Where are you hurt?" she asked, examining Wang Zhuo’s body, seeing only traces of floating fire extinguisher powder on his black undershirt.

Wang Zhuo grinned slyly, "Just scraped a bit of skin. It's fine."

"You should still treat it, just in case of infection," He Ye said with a wry smile. "You studied medicine, how can you be so careless?"

Wang Zhuo's smile held a hint of mischief. "That might be better. Finding medicine is too much trouble. Just use your saliva to disinfect it for me."

He Ye’s pretty face flushed, her bright eyes shimmering with a trace of spring tenderness. Wang Zhuo’s words instantly brought to mind what had happened that afternoon, and she couldn't help but swallow silently.

"So, are you going to help me or not?" Wang Zhuo asked with a smile.

She gave a soft "Mmm," glanced up at him, and asked with a crimson blush, "Where?"

Under the soft light, her perfect face reflected a gentle sheen; her fair-and-rosy skin looked like a piece of translucent jade, and her moist lips were even more vibrant due to her heightened emotion.

Outside, a shrewish woman cursed a couple of times. Xu Meng, systematically changing her clothes in the back, paid no attention to the unpleasant words. Wang Zhuo silently praised her composure, withdrawing his focus entirely to the campus beauty before him.

Noticing his strange smile, tinged with unconcealed triumph, He Ye suddenly realized she had been tricked!

She turned to flee, but Wang Zhuo grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Trying to escape now? It's too late..."

Her legs feeling weak, she was dragged by Wang Zhuo into the dining area. Before she could beg for mercy, Wang Zhuo pinned her against the corner, forcefully tilting her chin up before leaning down and kissing her.

He kissed me! He Ye's heart thundered, and then she was lost in the passionate, lingering kiss. Soon, they were lost to the world, as if only she and this domineering, strong, yet tender and caring man existed between heaven and earth.

Police lights flashed, and three patrol cars quickly approached from the distance. Wang Zhuo momentarily released the campus beauty's fragrant lips, allowing her a brief breath, and looked out a kilometer away using his X-ray vision.

Yuanye? Wang Zhuo smiled silently. The one leading the charge was indeed that kid. It seemed choosing his jurisdiction as the site for this rendezvous had yielded unexpectedly fruitful results.

Hearing the sirens, the campus beauty, still pressed against the wall, snapped back to reality and asked with a teasing smile, "Do you still need me to disinfect you?"

Wang Zhuo laughed—a laugh both triumphant and exhilarating. He thought to himself, My dear girl, you initiated this provocation. Did you really think the police arriving could rescue you? You dream too much!

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