Big Brother Really Was a Role Model for Us All!

No matter the country, bars are synonymous with noise, chaos, and decadence.

Under the influence of alcohol, even a refined gentleman can turn into a beast with only desire in his mind, let alone strangers he has never met.

However, in most cases, people still have some self-control.

Tonight, Wayne and his son are in for a rough time, running into a bunch of real idiots.

But in a sense, they were quite lucky.

The father and son finished giving their statements at the Modena police station at 3 a. m.

Vincent didn't strike first; at most, it could be considered excessive self-defense.

Moreover, he is not a citizen of this country, and he is not even an adult.

After paying the fine, the matter was resolved smoothly.

The two returned to the police station lobby, where three sexy women who had been waiting for them immediately came over.

The incident started when they glanced at Vincent, and besides apologizing, they exchanged contact information in an ambiguous manner.

Like father, like son; fighting side by side?

No way, they're respectable people.

The three sexy women stared intently at the backs of Wayne and his son as they left the police station.

Their eyes were filled with longing, and they licked their lips in unison.

"Magari! If I could spend the night with such a powerful and real man, even if it was just simply holding him as we fell asleep, I would die without regrets."

"Oh no, I feel like I'll dream about them every time I start to dream about them in the future."

"Dreaming about sex? You're such a little slut."

They seemed to have forgotten the men lying in the hospital.

The Wayne father and son returned to the hotel in a police car.

The Italy police were quite humane; knowing that the security situation was not good in the early morning and that it might be difficult to get a taxi, they specially assigned two senior police officers to personally escort them.

However, the moment the elevator doors closed, both sheriffs breathed a sigh of relief.

The security situation in Italy in the early morning is indeed not good, but what the two were worried about were the criminals who committed crimes.

My son, at just 14 years old, could take down a group of adults with his bare hands, and even gave one strong man a concussion.

He seemed like a very polite and well-mannered child, but he developed quite quickly, and he turned out to be so ruthless when he started fighting.

His father, who served in the military, is probably not much different either; he might even be from a special forces unit.

If I don't want any more cases tonight, then I'll have to personally escort them back.

Mafia?

If they really run into those Sicilian black gloves, they'll probably be taken out before they even have a chance to pull out their weapons.

As the two sheriffs walked out of the hotel, the elevator that Wayne and his son were in also arrived at their floor.

Such a serious matter as a drunken brawl—of course everyone who needs to know knows it.

As soon as the father and son stepped out of the elevator, Evelyn, who had been waiting for a long time in her pajamas, rushed over and grabbed Eric, giving him a thorough dressing-down.

"Are you crazy?! Taking your son to a bar is one thing, but getting drunk and getting into a fight with someone is another!"

Vincent said weakly, "Mom, actually I'm the one who hit him."

"That's the same!" Evelyn glared at the aggrieved Eric. "What kind of father are you? What if our son gets a scrape!"

Vincent finally understood that her extreme anger was not entirely due to what had just happened; "personal grudges" accounted for at least half of it.

Eric kept his head down the whole time, silently enduring the scolding.

Evelyn didn't rant for long in front of the Granger family, as expected.

After carefully confirming that Vincent was not injured, she angrily returned to her room.

She slammed the door shut, then quickly reopened it.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come in!"

Upon hearing his wife's command, Eric hurriedly ran into the room.

Chris quietly gave him a thumbs-up as he passed by.

There is an ancient Eastern proverb that says, "A great man can bend and stretch, and endure what ordinary people cannot."

Eric's ability to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens is truly a model for us all.

Around 4 a. m., the Mr. and Mrs. Granger briefly checked on Vincent and then went back to their room.

Hermione seemed to have something to say, but it was already very late. Like Evelyn, she carefully made sure he wasn't hurt, and then went back to her room.

Vincent went back to his room, took a shower, and went to sleep.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Hermione sitting in the chair next to his bed.

She was holding a fashion magazine, perhaps too engrossed in reading it, and didn't notice Vincent quietly sitting up.

"What are you looking at?"

The familiar voice that came from beside her startled Hermione so much that she almost slapped the magazine in her hand at his face.

She raised her little fist and punched his strong chest. "You scared me to death. I shouldn't have stopped."

Vincent gently grabbed her wrist. "You scared me to death! I opened my eyes and saw you sitting by 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 but you didn't respond."

She pulled her small hand away, turned around, and picked up the kettle on the bedside table.

"Have 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 freshly poured hot water.

He held the water glass she handed him, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

He picked up his water glass and took a big gulp of honey water. "By the way, how did you get into my room?"

Hermione smiled and looked at him, then winked meaningfully.

It turned out to be a lock-picking spell Wandless Magic; with her current level of magic, she could indeed cast some simple spells.

Vincent, beaming with pride, unconsciously puffed out his chest. "I told you you could definitely learn Wandless Magic."

Hermione's smile widened. "Without your guidance, I might not have been able to learn even the most basic manipulation of magic."

"No, no, no, it's all because you learn quickly."

"No, it's actually because you taught me well."

The two exchanged compliments, then burst into laughter in perfect unison.

Making others happy makes you happy too; this kind of interaction is truly comfortable.

After laughing, Vincent finished the remaining honey water in one gulp.

The food his girlfriend made herself was definitely different; he felt incredibly good.

"Isn't it almost noon now?"

"It should be about right."

Vincent stretched his arms slightly. "What would you like for lunch? I'll go make it for you now."

Hermione shook her head and gently pressed his shoulder. "Let me do it. You drank so much yesterday, you should rest a bit more."

"Alright then." Vincent felt that something about her was different.

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 outdoor bar yesterday?

Hermione, as his girlfriend, must have been very happy to hear that her boyfriend completely ignored the sexy woman who tried to chat him up.

If that's the case, then the Wayne couple should have made up.