Patty

"Useless host, you've made me lose control."

The System angrily berated Alex in his ear before falling silent.

While Alex was driving to the police station, it had already 'kindly' greeted its host hundreds of times with various expletives.

Alex's expression remained calm as he drove into the police station's parking lot and parked his Lightning Motorcycle.

As for the System's greetings, thanks to his formidable physical and emotional control, he had already figured out how to deal with the System that had been messing with him since childhood.

At the very least, Alex learned one more thing from the System's words.

His own emotions could affect the System's emotions.

That's why it had been cursing him the entire way!

"One day, you'll pay for this!"

Alex silently calculated, a cold glint flashing in his eyes behind his glasses. He wouldn't let this entity hiding inside his body, causing trouble, off the hook.

He exited the parking lot and stepped through the grand, solemn doors of Central City Police Headquarters.

He had entered these doors many times before, collaborating with Bert as a good citizen and getting to know many officers.

After greeting the officers he knew and politely declining a flirtatious remark from a rather plain-looking woman passing by, Alex pressed the elevator button. When it arrived, he stepped inside.

Beside him stood a woman with light blonde hair, fair skin, wearing a white shirt and a light yellow wool knit cardigan. Her face possessed a distinct European beauty, with a high-bridged nose and eyes that seemed to speak.

"Are you... Alex?"

Inside the elevator, a heavy, stifling atmosphere hung in the air. The floor vibrated slightly as the elevator slowly ascended.

Alex turned his head to look. His gaze swept from the woman's feet, clad in small gray boots, her alluring fair calves encased in black stockings, up to her black skirt starting from the knees, and then to the white shirt and light yellow wool knit cardigan she wore on top, finally settling on her beautiful face.

Alex was certain he didn't know this flat-chested girl.

She held a document, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sharp intelligence, as if she had seen something legendary, looking at Alex's face.

"Who are you?"

Alex's eyes held confusion. He was sure he hadn't worked with this woman. Although she was attractive, dressed in professional attire, and appeared elegant, poised, and alluring, her chest size wasn't his type.

"Hello, I'm Patty!"

The flat-chested girl extended her hand and introduced herself.

Just as Alex, with his usual gentle and polite demeanor, was about to reach out and shake her fair, slender hand, Patty continued, "I'm Barry's colleague and friend. Barry talks about you often. He thinks it's a waste of your abilities not to be a police officer."

"I never expected your appearance to be even more outstanding than Barry described."

Patty's lips curved slightly as she looked at Alex with admiration.

It wasn't just men who appreciated beautiful women; women were even more critical in their assessment of a man's charm. In a country like America, women's admiration was often more proactive, open, and unreserved than men's.

And Alex's appearance was clearly exceptional, worthy of a woman's lingering gaze.

Hearing her introduce herself as Patty and Barry's colleague, Alex's eyebrows immediately shot up, and he looked at Patty's facial contours, instantly realizing.

This was likely Barry's colleague and girlfriend from the New 52 continuity.

Could he be in the New 52 world?

A thought flashed through Alex's mind, but he quickly dismissed it, as it wasn't that simple.

Moreover, whenever Barry was involved, Alex didn't have a good attitude.

Slap

Alex, who had been about to shake her hand, abruptly used the back of his hand to tap Patty's palm, pushing her hand away without any politeness. "Sorry, I'm not interested in getting to know a flat-chested woman!"

In an instant, Alex's gentle and polite expression turned cold. He stopped looking at Patty and turned his gaze forward, staring straight at the cold steel elevator door.

He had no interest in getting to know Barry's girlfriend, or Barry's destined love.

He had past experiences: Barry's first, second, and third girlfriends had all, without exception, left Barry for him and passionately pursued him.

Alex could overlook those past girlfriends of Barry's, letting them leave Barry without taking responsibility, giving Barry a taste of heartbreak as retribution for what he had done to him.

However, with Patty and Iris, Alex didn't want to mess around. After all, one was Barry's official girlfriend in the New 52, and the other was his wife. Alex wasn't so tactless as to mess around.

From countless experiences throughout his schooling, from elementary to university, Alex knew that whenever he and Barry met a woman, that woman would eventually pursue him passionately, ignoring Barry.

Regarding Barry's official girlfriend, Alex didn't hesitate. He had no desire to get involved in Barry's romantic life again.

Patty stiffened, her face freezing. Her hand stopped in mid-air where Alex had just pushed it away. She looked at her hand in disbelief, where Alex had lightly tapped it, dismissively pushing her hand away with extreme lack of etiquette.

What made it even more embarrassing was being insulted by a handsome man who called her flat-chested and unworthy of his friendship.

What was this?

It was an insult, a humiliation.

She had heard Barry describe her friend so highly: his outstanding looks, his exceptional abilities, his wide circle of friends. In college, he was the ultimate heartthrob, admired by many women, and had even been part of legendary clubs at Central City University, like the First Brotherhood.

She had also heard about how he would risk his life for his friend Barry, rescuing him from gangsters... and a series of other stories from Barry.

Barry had practically portrayed him as a legendary figure, with such admiration and pride in having such a friend that Patty felt compelled to meet this man.

But she never imagined that the man Barry praised so highly, the man who was so outstanding, would be so impolite, pushing her hand away like that, not even deeming it worthy of a polite handshake.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in getting to know a flat-chested woman!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in getting to know a flat-chested..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in flat-chested..."

"Flat-chested..."

Patty's mind was reeling, Alex's direct jab echoing endlessly.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the elevator. If others knew she had been rejected like this, and it spread throughout Central City Police Headquarters, it would mean that the entire Central City, from the headquarters to the branch offices in every district, would know she was rejected by an outstanding man for being flat-chested.

Just thinking about it was a disaster.

Patty pulled her hand back, her slender fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. A blush of anger rose on her fair cheeks, and she gritted her teeth, glaring at Alex beside her.

In her mind, she had already chopped Alex into millions of pieces, hacking away at him relentlessly, sweating profusely, roaring in frustration as she swung her axe again and again. In her heart, Alex was already dismembered.

She, Patty, had never suffered such humiliation before.

Ding.

The elevator reached the seventh floor. Alex walked out calmly, leaving Patty with a retreating figure that forced her to take deep breaths to suppress her rage. To avoid exploding with anger, she suppressed her breathing and repeatedly and rapidly pressed the elevator's close-door button with her slender index finger, scratching her pink nail polish.

Only when the elevator door slowly closed, as if crushing Alex's retreating figure, did Patty, still in the elevator, furiously kick the door. Her toes hurt a little, and she frowned in pain, muttering fiercely, "Damn it, what a rude guy!"