"Oh, bloody hell, Nancy, where did you pick up this kid? Aren't you afraid you've brought home a murderer?"

"Jim, hold on. He has a student ID from Pantheon Academy. He's a college student, so he shouldn't be a bad person."

"What kind of decent person collapses on the side of the road unconscious?"

In a haze, Joe Elm heard the bickering of a man and a woman.

He slowly opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight causing him to squint.

He sat up abruptly. Joe Elm vaguely remembered being knocked unconscious by the Fifth Divine Guard, Raguel.

"Thank God, you're finally awake. I was about to send you to the hospital if you didn't wake up soon."

A silver-haired old lady appeared before Joe Elm, handing him a cup.

"Have a cup of hot coffee to warm up."

"Thank you."

Joe Elm took the coffee but didn't drink it, asking, "Excuse me, who are you? And where is this? How did I get here?"

Nancy smiled, the wrinkles on her face smoothing out, making her look very kind.

"You can call me Nancy. This is Twilight Town, located at the foot of God Mountain. Pantheon Academy is right in the town center. I found you in the garbage dump near the town entrance."

Joe Elm: "…?"

"I'm not lying. Look."

Nancy took out a photo and showed it to Joe Elm. In the photo, Joe Elm's legs were straight, and he was standing upside down, headfirst in the garbage dump.

It had to be said, Yi Liushui's precise footwork was wasted on anything but soccer.

"Are you hungry? My husband, Jim, and I run a pizza shop. Would you like some?" Nancy asked.

"Yes! I'll take you up on that." Joe Elm smiled at Nancy.

If it weren't for Nancy, this kind old woman, saving him, he would probably still be stuck in the trash can. There were good people in the Western Alliance too.

After Nancy left, Joe Elm took out the business card Yi Liushui had given him and tried to contact him.

But there was no response from Yi Liushui.

Then he accessed the underworld network to check the latest information and news reports.

If Yi Liushui had been captured by the Fifth Divine Guard, he would be on the wanted list now.

Fortunately, after searching thoroughly, Joe Elm didn't find any news.

Joe Elm breathed a sigh of relief. No news was the best news.

No news meant that Yi Liushui should still be alive, but for some reason, he hadn't contacted him.

In that case, he would proceed with his original plan to enroll in Pantheon Academy.

At that moment, Joe Elm suddenly heard a series of smashing sounds outside, followed by Nancy's cries and an old man's roar.

Joe Elm frowned slightly, then got out of bed and walked out.

Walking to the front, Joe Elm realized that the room he had been in was a rest area in the pizza shop's kitchen.

At this time, a group of rowdy youths were overturning tables and smashing things everywhere in the pizza shop. They were all wearing earrings, tattoos, and their hair was dyed all sorts of colors.

"You sons of bitches, I'm going to fight you!"

A pot-bellied, short, and fat old man raised a pizza cutter and was about to fight the group, but Nancy held him back tightly.

"Jim, forget it. You can't beat that many of them!"

The youths became even more arrogant at the sight, and the leader, Viblun, even whistled to provoke Jim, the irritable old man.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you smashing my shop?" Jim trembled with anger.

Viblun smirked and said seriously, "Old Jim, my brother clearly only ate one pizza, but you charged him for two. Don't you think your shop deserves to be smashed?"

"That's a load of crap, he clearly ate two pizzas!" The wronged Old Jim was furious.

"George, tell him how many you ate?" Viblun turned to look at a subordinate.

"One!" The subordinate, George, looked innocent.

"See, Old Jim!" Viblun crossed his arms over his chest. "Charging for two pizzas when only one was eaten, your black-hearted shop deserves to be smashed!"

"How can you be so bad? You're clearly twisting the truth and framing people!"

This time, even Nancy, who was always gentle and kind, couldn't stand it and stepped forward to reprimand Viblun.

"So what? I'm just openly bullying you two lonely old folks, what can you do to me?"

Viblun was not ashamed but proud, raising his head high.

He knew very well that Old Jim and Nancy's son had died a long time ago, and they had no other relatives.

What was he afraid of from two lonely old people?

Seeing that Old Jim and Nancy were stubborn, a murderous intent appeared in Viblun's eyes.

They weren't ordinary hoodlums. If someone hadn't instructed them, they wouldn't have come here.

A sharp dagger suddenly appeared in Viblun's hand, startling Nancy.

"You damn old woman, you dare point your finger at me, I'll..."

However, before he could finish the word "mother," Viblun was sent flying by a slap from Joe Elm, crashing directly into the wall.

The crisp sound of the slap silenced the entire pizza shop.

Wearing the King of Painters mask, Joe Elm's entire demeanor became gloomy, making him look like a ruthless person at a glance.

Several subordinates froze in place, afraid to move.

Joe Elm then walked towards the subordinate, George, and asked grimly, "I'm asking you, how many pizzas did you eat?"

"O...one!" Although George was a little scared, he still stubbornly said one.

"Okay, I swore a poisonous oath, I'll hit anyone who only eats one pizza. Since you said you only ate one, then that's right."

Joe Elm kicked out, George flew out of the pizza shop, then crashed into a lamppost at the entrance, passing out with a *duang* sound.

How many pizzas did he eat?

Just kidding, Joe Elm didn't care about this question at all. This question was essentially no different from Hua Qiang buying watermelons. The intention was elsewhere.

If the watermelon stall owner really wanted to survive, he should act like a sly old dog, and take preemptive action while Hua Qiang was parking his electric bike, instead of dwelling on whether the watermelon was ripe or not.

Viblun covered his face and got up from the ground, his eyes full of resentment.

Half of his face was swollen high. If Joe Elm hadn't held back, that slap would have blown Viblun's head off.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling?" Viblun shouted sharply.

"Me?" Joe Elm smiled kindly. "You can call me Ward Loew The Doom!"

"The Doom?"

Viblun was stunned. He clearly remembered that there was no such person when he investigated before.

Where did this person come from?

Then Viblun became angry. No matter who the other party was, anyone who dared to ruin his plans had to die!

This kid was alone! He didn't believe that so many of them couldn't beat him!