The restaurant Dirk Carter mentioned is called "Classic Jinde Snacks."

Indeed, the name is that simple and blunt.

Unlike five or six years ago, when it was just a storefront, it has now been renovated and expanded to three times its original size.

This shows that the place is quite profitable.

Mealtime has passed.

There are only a few scattered patrons.

The three of them found a corner spot.

Dirk Carter ordered a few snacks and started eating them with relish.

Ewan Forrest and Rose Forrest couldn't stop praising the food either.

After all, Stillwater County is a culinary desert; the difference is like night and day.

During the meal.

A man and a woman walked in.

The man looked to be around fifty, wearing glasses. He looked very cultured, like an old professor.

The woman was probably in her early twenties, dressed fashionably, quite good looking, at least above average.

The two sat down next to Dirk Carter and his friends.

They also ordered two snacks.

The staff hadn't served the food yet.

The middle-aged man said, "I've discussed this matter with you repeatedly. You should make a decision. If you want a permanent teaching position, you have to pay a price. Otherwise, with hundreds of soldiers and horses crossing a single-log bridge, why should you be the one who makes it across?"

"But Director Pi..."

The woman looked troubled.

She hesitated, as if wanting to speak but holding back.

The middle-aged man said earnestly, "It's really nothing. Affairs between men and women are simple. We're all adults; sleeping with someone doesn't cost you a thing. Since it's already happened, we should accept the result. If you make a fuss, you'll lose everything. Isn't that a loss?"

The woman's eyes suddenly welled up.

She sobbed, "My... my boyfriend, he..."

"Yves, if he knows what's good for him, there won't be any problems. If not, I won't be polite. There are plenty of good men out there; no need to hang yourself on one tree."

As he spoke.

The middle-aged man reached out and placed his hand on the back of the woman's fair hand.

At the moment of contact.

The woman seemed resistant.

But in the end, she let the middle-aged man hold her hand.

"That's more like it."

The middle-aged man saw that the woman no longer resisted.

He stood up.

Sat down next to her.

His other hand rested on the woman's fair thigh, becoming restless.

He continued, "Don't worry. I'll take care of the permanent position matter."

Then.

He kissed her on the lips.

"You old pervert, I'll kill you."

Just as the two were getting cozy.

The restaurant door suddenly burst open.

A young man stormed in, gritting his teeth.

He grabbed a plate from the table that hadn't been cleared yet and hurled it.

He missed.

The plate smashed against the wall.

"Yves Quill, are you crazy?"

Seeing this, the woman who had just been feeling wronged suddenly stood up, stretched out her arms, and blocked the middle-aged man, scolding angrily.

The man called Yves Quill rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight, and furiously said, "Bianca, get out of the way, let me teach this shameless old man a lesson. Doing this at his age!"

"Yves Quill, have you caused enough trouble?"

The woman named Bianca scolded again.

The director, hiding behind the woman, also became furious and shouted, "Yves Quill, have you got guts of a bear and leopard? Daring to hit even me? I suppose you don't want to have a career."

"Even if I don't have a career, I'll beat you up. I'm sending you to jail, you bastard!"

He said.

Seeing Yves Quill advancing again.

Ewan Forrest wanted to move but was stopped by Dirk Carter, who said softly, "Don't rush, let's see what happens."

Ewan Forrest finally sat back down.

Bianca stepped forward to hold Yves Quill back and said, "Yves Quill, stop making a scene, I beg you, let it go."

"Let it go? You got raped by him and just let it go? Did I hear that right, Bianca? You're not like this."

Yves Quill asked in shock.

While the two of them were talking.

The director also put down the phone.

When Yves Quill came in, he was trembling as he took out his phone to make a call.

There was another clatter.

Four security personnel in uniform burst in.

As soon as they entered.

The director instantly gained confidence.

Pointing at Yves Quill, he said, "Yves Quill, don't go around saying rape all the time. Bianca was willing. I'm informing you as the head of the teaching department; you're fired. Get out now!"

Perhaps thoroughly enraged.

Yves Quill no longer cared.

He pushed Bianca aside and wanted to rush forward.

But unfortunately, the four security guards quickly restrained him.

Even so.

He still tried to kick at the director.

But unfortunately, he couldn't reach.

"You're talking nonsense! How could Bianca be interested in a scumbag like you? You're just leveraging her with a permanent position. I'm going to report you; I'm going to the Board of Education."

Yves Quill shouted loudly.

Board of Education?

Hearing these three words.

Dirk Carter in the corner perked up.

After listening for a while.

He seemed to have figured out the identities of the three.

This so-called director is likely the head of a school teaching department.

Yves Quill and Bianca might be teachers at this school.

And apparently, the two of them are in a relationship.

"Report me? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again; you're going to report me?"

Yves Quill's words finally angered the director.

He walked up to Yves Quill, looked very sternly, and asked.

Yves Quill shouted, "Yes, I'm going to report you. I want to ruin you."

"Report me? Do you think you can bring me down? Not to look down on you, but you can't even get through the door of the Board of Education. Who are you to act all mighty in front of us?"

After he finished.

He waved at Bianca.

He said, "You, come here!"

Bianca nervously stepped over to the director's side.

Then the director looked viciously at Yves Quill and said, "Watch carefully, see if it's voluntary."

After he finished talking.

He reached into Bianca's collar with his hand.

Even though there weren't many people eating at the time, it was still a public space, yet this director was extremely arrogant.

He covered Bianca's chest with his hand and squeezed it, click-clicking his tongue, and said, "Quite soft, right? Yves Quill, look, is Bianca resisting?"

"Ah..."

This scene stabbed deeply into Yves Quill's eyes.

He went crazy, struggling continuously, but how could he alone be a match for four security guards?

"Did Bianca... do you orally? She did for me. Her little mouth, her little tongue, unbelievably skillful. Don't believe me? Ask her, she's good at it."

Seeing Yves Quill's insane state.

The director seemed even more excited.

At that moment.

Dirk Carter's heart felt pierced.

He suddenly recalled the image of Lily Sullivan cheating with Victor Ford.

He slowly stood up and said, "Leave a little room for future encounters. Pushing someone to the brink is also cutting off your own retreat. Thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west. What if one day he becomes your superior?"

Everyone in the restaurant was watching like it was entertainment.

This sudden statement caught everyone's attention.

The director turned and saw an unfamiliar face.

Angrily, he said, "Who the hell are you? Is it your place to speak?"

Dirk Carter sneered and said, "I'm nothing, but you're definitely a beast, a downright beast."

After he said that.

Ewan Forrest and Rose Forrest both burst out laughing.

This laughter.

It was like rubbing the director's face in the dirt.

He was so furious his teeth were grinding, and he shouted, "If you dare, say it again."

Dirk Carter frowned and said, "It's funny how sometimes, even though the words are unpleasant, people always ask you to repeat them. Fine, I'll reluctantly say it again."

He walked straight up to the director.

Reached out his hand and pointed at his face, saying, "Hear it clearly this time, you are a beast, a beast lower than pigs and dogs."

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