Chapter 814 Brother is truly a role model for our generation!
No matter which country, bars are synonymous with noise, chaos and decadence.
Under the influence of alcohol, even a gentleman can turn into a beast with only desire in his mind, not to mention strangers he has never met before.
But in most cases, people still have some self-control.
Wayne and his son were unlucky tonight and ran into a bunch of real idiots.
But in a sense, they were lucky.
It was already 3 a.m. when the father and son finished their statements at the Modena Police Station.
Vincent wasn't the first to attack, so at most it could be considered excessive self-defense.
And he is not a native, not even an adult.
After paying the fine, the matter was resolved smoothly.
The two returned to the police station lobby, and three sexy girls who had been waiting for a long time came over first.
The cause of the incident was that they looked at Vincent for a second longer. Apart from expressing their apologies, they also left their contact information in an ambiguous way.
Father and son go into battle?
Come on, they are serious people.
The three sexy girls stared at the backs of Wayne and his son as they left the police station.
Their eyes were full of desire and they licked their lips at the same time.
"Magari! If I could spend the night with such a mighty real man, even if it was just to hug him and fall asleep, I would die without regrets in my life."
"It's over. I feel like I'll be dreaming about them in my future dreams."
"Are you having an erotic dream? You are such a little slut."
They all seemed to have forgotten the men lying in the hospital.
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Wayne and his son returned to the hotel in a police car.
The Italian police were quite humane. Knowing that the security was not good in the early morning and that taxis might not be available, they specially sent two veteran police chiefs to escort them personally.
However, the moment the elevator door closed, both sheriffs breathed a sigh of relief.
The public security in Italy in the early morning is indeed not very good, but what the two are worried about are the bad guys who commit crimes.
At the age of 14, my son could defeat a group of adults with his bare hands, and even gave a strong man a concussion.
He looks like a polite and gentle child, who develops quickly, but can be so cruel when he fights.
His father, who had served in the army, was probably not much different. He might even have been from the special forces.
If I don't want to deal with any more cases tonight, I'll have to escort them back personally.
Mafia?
If they really ran into that group of Sicilian black gloves, they would be defeated in one fell swoop before they could even take out their weapons.
At the same time as the two sheriffs walked out of the hotel, the elevator that Wayne and his son took arrived at the floor where they were staying.
Of course, everyone knows everything about such a serious matter as a drunken fight.
As soon as the father and son walked out of the elevator, Evelyn, who had been waiting for a long time in her pajamas, rushed over and grabbed Eric and started scolding him.
"Are you crazy? Not only did you take your son to the bar, but you also got so drunk that you started a fight with him!"
Vincent said weakly, "Mom, I was the one who beat him up."
"That's the same!" Evelyn glared at Eric, who was looking aggrieved. "How can you be a father? What if our son gets a scratch?"
Vincent finally understood that the reason why she was extremely angry was not entirely because of what happened just now, but "personal grudges" accounted for at least a large part of it.
Eric kept his head down the whole time and endured the scolding in silence.
In front of the Granger family, Evelyn didn't scold for too long.
After she carefully made sure that Vincent was not injured, she returned to the room angrily.
She slammed the door shut and quickly opened it again.
"What are you standing there for? Come in quickly!"
When Eric heard his wife's order, he hurried into the room.
Chris gave him a silent thumbs-up as he passed.
There is a famous saying in the ancient East: "A real man can bend and stretch, and endure what ordinary people cannot endure."
Brother Eric's ability to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens is truly a role model for us.
It was almost 4 a.m., and Mr. and Mrs. Granger briefly checked on Vincent and went back to their room.
Hermione seemed to have something to say, but it was late now, and like Evelyn, she carefully made sure that he was not injured, and then returned to her room.
Vincent went back to his room, took a shower and went to bed.
When he woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Hermione sitting on a chair beside his bed.
She was holding a fashion magazine in her hand, and perhaps she was so engrossed in reading it that she didn't notice Vincent sitting up quietly.
"What are you looking at?"
The familiar voice startled Hermione and she almost slapped the magazine in her hand into his face.
She raised her little fist and punched his strong chest, "You scared me to death. I shouldn't have stopped just now."
Vincent gently grabbed her wrist and said, "You scared me to death. When I opened my eyes, I saw you sitting next to my bed. I thought I was dreaming."
Hermione pouted slightly, "It's because you were sleeping too soundly. I called you for a long time just now and you didn't respond."
She pulled her little hand free, turned around and picked up the kettle on the bedside table.
"Drink some honey water first. Uncle Eric has already told us what happened last night."
Vincent watched quietly as she scooped a small spoonful of honey into the hot water she had just poured.
He held the cup of water she handed him and felt warm in his heart.
He raised his glass and took a big sip of honey water. "By the way, how did you get into my room?"
Hermione looked at him with a smile and blinked meaningfully.
It turned out to be a wandless unlocking spell. With her current level of magic, she could indeed cast some simple spells.
Vincent, with a proud look on his face, puffed out his chest unconsciously, "I told you that you could definitely learn to cast spells without a wand."
The smile on Hermione's face grew wider. "Without your teaching, I might not even be able to learn the most basic mana manipulation."
"No, no, no, it's all because you learn quickly."
"No, it's actually you who taught me well."
The two of them praised each other for a while, and then laughed in tacit understanding.
Making others happy makes you happy too. This way of getting along with others is really comfortable.
After laughing, Vincent drank the remaining honey water in the water in one gulp.
The tea made by his girlfriend is different. He feels in very good condition.
"Is it almost noon now?"
"It should be about the same."
Vincent stretched his arms a little, "What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you now."
Hermione shook her head and gently pressed his shoulders, "Let me do it. You drank so much yesterday, you should get some rest."
"Okay then." Vincent always felt that there was something different about her.
I prepared honey water for him early in the morning, and he seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
Because of what happened at the open bar yesterday?
The boyfriend completely ignored the sexy girl who came to chat up with him. As his girlfriend, Hermione must have been very happy when she heard the news.
If that's the case, the Waynes should have reconciled.
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