Jonathan: The Heavenly Fortune Teller in the City

Ch 02

On a bright morning, Jonathan opened his eyes. He looked around, but his Master was truly nowhere to be found. "I wanted to say goodbye. Hais!" he muttered before walking out of the cave. He leaped toward the river and plunged into it.

Splash!

From such a height, anyone without sufficient strength would have been seriously injured—or even killed. But for Jonathan, who had already reached the Expert Realm, it felt no different than jumping from a height of a single foot.

After washing himself, he shot back up the cliff with a single leap. He changed into clean clothes and straightened his appearance. "Nineteen years already... I wonder how my parents are doing. I have to find them as soon as possible." After saying that, he sped off toward the city.

Jonathan boarded a plane and eventually arrived at Vaganza City International Airport. Returning to his hometown after nineteen years filled him with both nervousness and excitement.

As soon as he stepped off the plane, he lit a cigarette. It had become a habit three years ago when his cultivation had stagnated, something he used to calm the restlessness in his heart.

As he exited the airport, he noticed a beautiful woman around twenty-five years old walking slowly while carrying a bouquet of flowers.

She had long hair, wore a miniskirt, black stockings, and high heels. With her flawless figure and elegant aura, she left Jeverson utterly captivated, unable to look away.

Jonathan, who had long been accustomed to facing powerful martial experts, found himself mesmerized by the simple charm of an ordinary city woman.

"So beautiful," he murmured unconsciously.

He let out a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. Yet his eyes still refused to leave her. She wasn't merely physically beautiful; she possessed an elegant aura, as though the entire world had become a stage upon which she walked with natural grace.

However, just as the woman passed by him, an accident occurred. As Jeverson lowered his hand, the lit cigarette between his fingers accidentally brushed against the woman's thigh.

"Ah!" The woman, whose name was Mella, immediately cried out in pain. The bouquet slipped from her hands onto the ground as she crouched down, clutching her burning thigh.

The scene instantly drew the attention of everyone nearby, and a crowd quickly gathered.

Realizing he had caused trouble, Jonathan hurriedly apologized over and over. "Miss, I'm so sorry. I truly didn't mean to. It was just an accident," he said. However, he didn't dare touch her to help. He was somewhat panicked, as he had never encountered a situation like this before. If given a choice, he would rather fight an enemy than apologize to a woman.

The woman looked up at him, her face tense from the pain. Her beautiful eyes had become watery as she pointed at Jeverson angrily.

"Are you crazy?! Don't you realize your cigarette could hurt someone?!"

Meanwhile, a blonde-haired young woman came running over in panic when she saw Mella crouching in pain. Pushing a suitcase, she hurried to her friend's side. She was Mella's best friend, who had come to pick her up.

Not knowing what had happened, she immediately asked, "Mella, what happened to you? Did this man harass you?" she asked while holding her crouching friend's shoulders. She also glanced toward Jonathan, who stood there awkwardly.

"My thigh... it just burns," Mella replied.

The moment the blonde girl noticed the hole burned through Mella's stocking and the reddened skin beneath it, she immediately stood up and shouted at Jonathan.

"You perverted bastard! How dare you do something like this out in the open at the airport?! Are you insane?" She pointed at Jonathan, her face flushed red with rage.

Jonathan wanted to help. With his abilities, he could easily heal both the burn and the pain. But doing so would only make him appear even more like a criminal—for touching a woman without permission.

The surrounding crowd also began to criticize him.

"Miss, he clearly did that on purpose to harass a beautiful woman with his cigarette. Someone with behavior like that has no decency at all. I suggest you don't forgive him. Report him to the police."

"That gentleman is right. I agree. This man has absolutely no morals," a woman said while pointing directly at Jonathan's face.

Jonathan quickly raised both hands, his voice filled with panic.

"No! That's not what happened! It was an accident! I don't even know how my cigarette ended up touching her!"

Although he was telling the truth, who in this world would believe words alone? People were far more inclined to accuse him without caring about the truth. Especially when the victim was a beautiful woman. Had it been a man instead, who would have cared?

"An accident?!" The blonde girl became even angrier. "Do you think I'm stupid? Perverts like you always claim it was 'an accident'!"

Milea tried to calm her friend despite still enduring the pain. She grabbed her friend's hand to stop her from throwing a punch. She knew her personality well—once she became angry, she didn't care who was in front of her.

"That's enough. Don't make a scene here. I believe it really might have been an accident."

It seemed that this woman was genuinely kind-hearted. Although she had initially shouted in anger, she was a realistic person who could sense sincerity through a person's eyes and the way they spoke.

"An accident? You're too kind, Milea! Look at this!" She pointed at the burn on Milea's thigh. "That's obviously his doing! How could a cigarette just 'accidentally' stick to your skin?"

"What a filthy pervert!" shouted a middle-aged man with an angry expression.

"Who in their right mind holds a lit cigarette near a woman's thigh? He clearly did it on purpose!" another woman on the other side added.

"That's right! He has such a handsome face, yet his behavior is disgusting. No morals at all!" someone else chimed in.

"No! You've got it all wrong! I... I really didn't do it on purpose. When I lowered my hand, my cigarette accidentally touched her. I never intended to hurt her, let alone harass her!"

Instead of calming down, however, most of the crowd only mocked him even more loudly.

"Hmph, the oldest excuse in the book!"

"If it was an accident, why did it land exactly there?"

The blonde girl had already called the police.

"Hello? Officer, there's a perverted bastard harassing a woman at the airport. Please come immediately and arrest him."

"Miss, please don't involve the police. This is just a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding? It was obviously intentional. People like you always come up with excuses," the blonde-haired woman replied coldly.

Jonathan was almost speechless, his heart filled with panic. This was the first time he had ever found himself in such a situation. It was far more difficult than facing an opponent wielding a sword.

Not long afterward, two police officers arrived at the scene.

Seeing them, the blonde-haired girl immediately stepped forward and pointed at Jonathan with a trembling finger.

"Officers! That man! He was captivated by Mella's beauty, then deliberately pressed his lit cigarette against my friend's thigh!"

Hearing that, the taller police officer's expression darkened as he stared sharply at Jeverson.

"Is that true?" he asked in a cold, stern voice.

Meanwhile, the shorter officer immediately took out a pair of handcuffs.

"It's obviously harassment! Let's not waste any time. We'd better take him into custody right now."