Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

"etc,"

Li Ping took a swig of his drink, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. "You still have Nova's contact information, right?"

Roland nodded, his eyes glazed over.

"Now, send her a voice message."

Li Ping shoved the bottle aside. "Curse her! Curse her however you want! Let all that pent-up anger out!"

The alcohol, mixed with pent-up grievances and resentment, ignited Roland like fuel.

He muttered to himself, "Yes, I'll curse her, I... I'll curse that bastard to death!"

She unlocked her phone and opened that familiar chat window.

The moment the screen lit up, a blinding green almost enveloped Roland's face.

Li Ping almost thought she had accidentally opened a candlestick chart of a stock that had hit its daily limit. He leaned over to take a look, and wow!

The screen was filled with Roland's long, rambling posts, with countless green bubbles, and I couldn't finish scrolling through them even after several pages.

Nova's replies were only a few scattered "YES," "NO," and "OK," very short.

"Go back to Gotham, Roland."

Li Ping couldn't help but facepalm. "Even Batman said he won't hit you anymore."

"Batman?"

Roland looked up blankly, his eyes unfocused. "Why did he hit me?"

"It's okay, just take it as a compliment." Li Ping patted her shoulder. "Don't dwell on it, just start yelling!"

"Nova, you're a devil! God will never forgive the stupid things you've done... I'm going to hold you accountable under the law! You... you big idiot... bastard... get out..."

Roland's face turned bright red. He pressed the voice button and gushed out for a full sixty seconds.

After listening, Li Ping silently raised his hand and pressed his temples.

The tone and the choice of words sound more like the playful scolding of a couple having a tiff.

Roland, however, felt a bit better, his eyes brightening slightly: "Ping, you're right, it feels so much better to vent!"

Why are you looking at me?

Li Ping raised his chin. "Then let's continue!"

Roland took a deep breath, opened the voice chat again, and his tone noticeably escalated: "You vile drug addict, you gambler, all you do is reach out to me for money to fill your bottomless pit..."

Just then, my phone rang.

Nova actually replied.

"Quick, listen to what she's babbling about." Li Ping became interested.

Nova's sharp, angry voice burst out: "Roland, what the hell is wrong with you? Give me ten thousand dollars, you hear me? Ten thousand dollars! And I'll forgive you!"

The faint background noises of men shouting and shoving could be heard; it was the sound of Dalton and his gang forcing them.

Nova isn't having an easy time either; Dalton and his gang clearly haven't let her off the hook.

After hearing this, Roland subconsciously looked at Li Ping.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Li Ping frowned. "You still want to send her money? Go ahead and yell back, be tough, Bro!"

This sentence was like a shot of adrenaline.

Roland's eyes sharpened, and he pressed the voice button again, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"How dare you say such a thing? You bloodsucking, useless poisonous insect! You swindled me out of over twenty thousand dollars, I was blind! Consider that money as money to buy you leaves, let it suck you dry sooner! Serves you right! This is retribution! Skinny as a skeleton... a waiter for life... you big liar... idiot..."

The output intensity has been significantly improved, and Li Ping couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

With a ding, Nova's reply came quickly, her tone even more vicious and sarcastic:

"So what if I'm a scammer? Getting money out of someone is a skill! I spent your money, and I even used it to support other men, do you know that? We were having a blast!"

I feel disgusted just thinking about you, you pervert. You deserved to be dumped by Eloise. You're such a useless coward, always wearing a green hat!

You're only fit to watch others have fun! Next time I'll record it and you'll learn how to be a man! Screw your pure love...

This voice message was like a poisoned knife, precisely stabbing into Roland's most painful old wound.

She froze, her face turning deathly pale, her lips trembling. The pleasure she had felt moments before vanished without a trace, replaced by a madness born of utter rage.

"Nova! You devil! You stray dog! I'll fuck you %&#@*!..."

Roland completely broke down, and a string of profanities, mixed with sobs and extreme anger, burst out—pure emotional outburst, completely irrational.

But it's clear that in terms of the filth and meanness of street brawls, Roland is no match for Nova, who lives on the margins of society and has no moral bottom line.

Seeing Roland trembling with anger, tears streaming down his face, yet unable to out-argue the other party, Li Ping sighed, took out his phone, and found Dalton's number.

After all, it was his idea, and he couldn't just stand by and watch his brother being unilaterally crushed.

Once the call connected, Li Ping said succinctly, "Friend, please persuade Nova for me. My brother Roland just wants to hear her crying and begging for mercy."

"No problem, my friend!"

On the other end of the phone came Dalton's undisguised sneer and Nova's terrified scream that suddenly rose in pitch.

Not long after, Nova's voice message turned into intermittent sobbing, wailing, and indistinct pleas for mercy: "I'm sorry, Roland, I was wrong, please forgive me, ah! Stop hitting me! Please..."

Hearing the screams coming from the phone, Roland was stunned for a while, then grabbed the remaining half bottle of wine, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Alcohol and a mix of pain and relief surged up violently.

Li Ping instructed her to block and delete all of Nova's contact information, otherwise he was afraid that Nova would recover and then break Roland's defenses again.

After doing all this, Roland felt as if all his strength had been drained.

It was nearly midnight.

Roland was very drunk, his clothes were disheveled from the heated argument, and he slumped limply against Li Ping.

His long legs draped limply over the edge of the sofa, and one of the buttons on his denim shirt had popped open at some point.

A glimpse of her delicate collarbone and the breathtaking curve of her snow-white breasts were revealed, dazzlingly white in the dim, flickering light.

Which cadre can withstand this test?

Li Ping took a deep breath, looked away, and silently said to himself, "This is a brother, this is a buddy."

He wanted to play the villain, but with tents connected under the bridge, even the slightest movement would be known to everyone.

Li Ping couldn't bear the shame.

Wanting to call Una and Camilla for help, I looked around and found that the camp was now completely silent. All the tents were drawn, and not a ray of light could be seen, as if everyone was fast asleep.

Helpless, he had no choice but to half-carry, half-lift Roland back to her tent, who was completely drunk.

On the way, Roland struggled restlessly for a moment, then suddenly vomited some filth on himself.

"I really owe you one!"

Li Ping complained in a low voice, and could only clumsily and quickly help her clean up in the cramped tent, and change her into a clean old T-shirt.

During the process, one inevitably encounters that touch and that fleeting outline.

This made him realize once again how well-endowed this guy was, a fact that was usually kept hidden by his androgynous appearance and demeanor.

After much effort, we finally settled Roland in and covered him with a light blanket.

Li Ping suppressed his boundless energy and practically fled from the tent, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He would never do something as treacherous as betraying his own brother.

Li Fan had his own small tent, while Li Ping returned to his own tent and lay down in his sleeping bag, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

These past few days, the [Wanderer] talent has been enhancing my body in every way. Excess energy is surging through my veins like a boiling boiler, and the pressure urgently needs to be released.

The feeling was especially strong in the quiet of the night.

"What are we going to do now..." he sighed.

Having too much energy can sometimes be a problem.

I need to find a proper partner as soon as possible; I can't keep putting up with this.