King of Kung Fu in School

After Kevin learned Chris's address, he turned off the computer. The little beauty was slightly disappointed by the lack of his courtesies.

Kevin thought by himself, "Chris, I, Robin Hood, is coming for you. I will uphold justice for the poor people and bring you to justice."

Kevin walked downstairs, finding Ada was helping Emma mop the floor.

"Young Master." at the sight of Kevin, Ada greeted him in respect, as if Kevin were the owner of this villa.

"Ada, come out. I have something to ask you."

"Yes, Young Master."

Kevin asked, "Where is the Garden Villa?"

This was the address of Chris' home. Although he was informed of the address, it was difficult for him to locate it without asking.

"Young Master, this is the Garden Villa." Ada said.

"Uh, this is it?" Kevin was stunned.

"Yes, we are in No.18 Garden Villa."

Kevin nodded and let Ada continue to work, pondering, "I didn't expect that Lily and Chris live in the same housing estate. No. 39 Garden Villa is very close."

Kevin originally planned to find Chris in the middle of the night, but he entertained no expectation that they were in the same neighborhood. Therefore, he couldn't wait to look for Chris and by instant quietly left Lily's house, disappearing from a dark corner.

At this moment, on a small hillside several kilometers away from Lily's house, there was a similarly luxurious villa.

The whole family of Chris, along with several other important figures, sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.

Kevin at once took out his mobile phone, in an attempt to capture some favorable evidence on film in order to convict Chris.

"Chris, this is Mr. White, an director of the hospital. Thanks to him, you were acquitted this time. With his help, that certificate of acute psychosis with irregular episode was obtained." Said a middle—aged man.

A teenager hurriedly continued, "Uncle White, please drink tea." This youth was Chris.

"Haha, Chris, do not regard me as a stranger. Your father and I are old friends, so I am happy to oblige." Mr. White smiled.

Chris asked, "Uncle Bai, is there really such a disease as acute psychosis with irregular episodes?"

Wr. White and Chris's father laughed heartily Chris's father said, "Chris, you're also stupid. This is only an artificial disease to exonerate you."

Mr.White added, "The human brain is the most complicated. No one can prove it."

A few minutes later. Chris's father said, "Mr. White You should take all the credit this time. Please accept this gift in payment for your help."

"I, I cannot."

"Just a one million. Don't hesitate to take it. Isn't the rest life of my son worth this one million cheque? Keep it."

"Hahaha, Porter, you're too generous." Mr. White burst into laughter.

Outside the living room of the villa, Kevin leaned against the wall, leaving his phone face the room. Kevin thought." They are a group of base pople."

About half an hour later, Mr. White and the others left, leaving Chris and his father behind in the living room.

Chris said, "Dad, Jim told me that the dead girl's father, Dean Taylor, was dissatisfied with court judgement. He had already persuaded a group of relatives to create a disturbance in front of the Municipal Government Building tomorrow, wanting to make this matter big. After it was thrown into a big news in Newland, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with it. Even if the court has returned a verdict of guilty, it is likely to be reversed. Dad, you have to save me."

Chris's father snorted in disdain, "Don't worry, I have made an arrangement. Dean probably won't have the mood to make trouble anymore."

"Dad, why are you so sure?" Chris hurriedly asked.

Porter smiled, returning, "I have already sent someone to Dean's house. Tonight, his wife will fall ill and stay in the hospital in the following days. Do you think Dean will make trouble at the Municipal Government Building?"

"Dad, that's a great idea. You're so smart. I admire you too much."

Porter added proudly, "Presumably, those people are already on their way to Dean's house. They might even have arrived."

Kevin, who was eavesdropping outside, was shocked. This society was more sinister and more complicated as Kevin expected.

Porter's men had probably already arrived at Dean's house, and his wife would fall ill from now on.

At this moment, Kevin was gloomy. Why was there such a vicious and ruthless person in this world? The father and the son were responsible for Dean losing his daughter, and his wife being about to fall ill.

Kevin was desperate to rush in and exterminate them, acting on behalf of Dean However, this was a society ruled by law. Kevin disdained to be a killer, in a hope to uphold justice. Since he had already got the evidence, he could just leave it to the discretion of the police.

Kevin put away the video and immediately rushed to Dean's house to see if he could save anything. f𝘳ℯℯ𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧oν𝑒Ɩ.c𝑜𝙢

"Chris, it's still early. I'll let you guys have a few more hours of leisure. Tonight, I, Robin Hood, will come to beat you. Then I'll hand over the video to the police." Kevin left Porter's house.

When Kelly invited him to dine at noon, she said that the Senior One student who was killed by car accident lived not far from her home. Therefore, as long as Kevin go to Kelly's house, he can find Dean.

No sooner did Kevin return to Charles's house than he drove his BMW and left.

Although Kevin knew that it might be too late, he still had to take a look.

Before leaving, Kevin asked Eden to pay attention to the house and immediately call him if anything happened. After all, protecting Lily took priority over helping others.

Kevin headed for Kelly's house.

...

At this moment, in a house not far from Kelly, a man in his forties was writing large words on paper with paint.

"Return my daughter's life!"

"Bring the murderer to justice."

The middle—aged man in his forties was Dean. The girl who was killed was his daughter. He had written a lot of banners, preparing to make a scene in front of the Municipal Government Building tomorrow, in a hope to attract attention.

In the living room, a woman in her forties was crying with a black—and—white photo in her hand. She was Dean's wife.