Chapter 553

A Man in Marvel, Working for the System

The boy with Claire was her boyfriend, Simmons from Phoenix City. They attended college together.

In Simmons's imagination, country boys all had ramen curls, dull expressions, old-fashioned clothes, and loose plaid shirts.

Geralt's appearance shattered that perception.

When some people realized they were wrong, they would not reflect on their mistakes. Instead, they blamed the person who made them realize it.

—I was living in a dream. Why did you wake me up?!

See? Some people would hold a grudge against you for the most inexplicable reasons.

Therefore.

Being blindly kind was useless.

Good people should show their muscles at the right time, and when necessary, throw a heavy punch.

Kindness had never meant taking a beating without fighting back or enduring insults without answering. Otherwise, that would be far too pitiful.

Geralt had no idea he had been added to Simmons's little blacklist. He shook hands with him and even thought the man was knowledgeable and refined, casually citing all kinds of classics. He was clearly on a different level from a plagiarist.

Still, Geralt did not think much of it. Everyone had their strengths. When it came to supernatural knowledge and combat, he could take on a hundred Simmonses.

Simmons smiled outwardly, but grew even angrier inside. I've pulled out all the stops. After seeing someone as outstanding as me, why aren't you feeling inferior?!

Claire and Simmons sat in the back seat.

"Should we go to my house first?" Claire asked.

"Forget it." Nancy gently shook her head. "I'll go straight to the scene. What do you think?"

The last question was directed at Geralt.

"Either way is fine. I'll support you no matter what," Geralt said indifferently.

"All right, I'll give directions." Claire said, "You've always been like