They Mocked the Homeless Veteran Until He Fought Back

Chapter 002

"The hell with you!"

The man's fist shot out without warning, driving straight toward Andrew's face.

"Ah!"

The girl shrieked and threw her hands over her eyes, unable to bear watching what would happen next.

But Andrew only smiled. To his eyes, the man's movements were slower than a snail's crawl.

He reached out casually, his motion swift and sharp. His hand formed a claw-like shape and clamped down on the man's wrist like an iron vise. Then, with a single fluid motion, Andrew twisted, dislocating the joint with a sickening pop. He yanked hard, pulling the man off balance with such overwhelming force that his entire body left the ground. The man spun once in midair before crashing heavily onto the floor.

"He's hitting someone!"

Someone in the crowd cried out, staring in disbelief at what they'd just witnessed.

Andrew's move was simply too shocking. With one hand, he'd thrown a man weighing well over a hundred pounds through the air and slammed him into the ground. He had to be a hidden master, the kind you only saw in stories.

This was the sort of scene that only appeared in martial arts dramas, wasn't it?

And Andrew's expression made it all the more startling. His face remained perfectly calm, as though he'd done nothing more than swat a fly.

At that moment, the male train attendant received word of the disturbance and fought his way through the crowd like he was fighting through a gauntlet.

"What's going on here?" The attendant turned out to be a tall, imposing man with a commanding presence that rivaled Andrew's own. The moment he took in the scene, his gaze locked onto Andrew.

"It was self-defense. He had it coming."

Andrew gave a terse explanation. His experienced eye immediately recognized that this attendant was also a trained fighter.

The girl, worried that Andrew might be misunderstood, hurriedly recounted everything that had happened.

The attendant listened in silence for a moment, then pulled out his radio and reported the situation before saying, "The train will be pulling into the station soon. I'll need you both to cooperate with the investigation."

Then he knelt down to check on the injured man.

Andrew shrugged, clearly unbothered, and turned to the girl. "Come on. Let's get you back to your seat and cleaned up."

"Okay... okay. Thank you."

The girl nodded, wiping the tear tracks from her face before allowing Andrew to take her hand and lead her back toward their berth.

A comical scene unfolded. The moment Andrew took a step forward, the crowd in the aisle scattered like startled birds, clearing a path.

When they returned to the berth, the middle-aged man and the young guy both asked what had happened. The crowd had been too thick for them to see the whole thing.

"Nothing serious. Just a couple of scammers who didn't know when to quit. Already dealt with."

Andrew dropped onto the bunk as though discussing something trivial.

The middle-aged man sighed. "You two be careful. Those types usually have accomplices."

"Sure. Thanks for the warning."

Andrew nodded noncommittally, thanked him, and began gathering his belongings.

He hadn't brought much for this trip to Ashridge, just enough to fill one large beat-up duffel bag.

About twenty minutes later, the train pulled into Ashridge East Station. Andrew and the girl were escorted off the train by a female train attendant and led toward the station's police office.

When the man saw Andrew enter, his body gave an involuntary shudder. He kept his head down, not daring to look up.

The female officer's delicate brows furrowed at the sight. She turned her sharp gaze toward Andrew, who with his wild hair and clothes looked like some alternative kid, and barked, "You. Stand over there and don't move."

"Why should I?" Andrew blinked, genuinely confused.

"Because you injured someone. Be grateful I'm not putting cuffs on you. Now quit arguing."

The female officer's tone was impatient.

Andrew felt his temper flare, but he thought better of it. No point bickering with a woman.

He walked to the corner and leaned against the wall, legs crossed in a typical street punk stance.

The girl received slightly better treatment. A male officer gestured for her to sit on a plastic stool and wait.

"Hey. Hands behind your head!"

For some reason, the female officer seemed to have taken an instant dislike to Andrew. Seeing his posture, she immediately snapped at him again.

"Are you kidding me? I was acting in self-defense, standing up for what's right, and you're treating me like a criminal?"

Andrew's anger finally broke through. This woman kept targeting him again and again for absolutely no reason, and he couldn't take it anymore.

The female officer slammed her palm onto the desk, making everyone jump.

The female officer rose from her seat and strode over to Andrew with a threatening air, her tone hostile. "Whether you were standing up for what's right isn't for you to decide. Until we've investigated the facts, if you hurt someone, you're in the wrong!"

"Fine. I'll put up with it." Andrew forced out, biting off each word.

Andrew found himself staring at the female officer's face up close. Her shapely brows carried a spirited air, her nose was perfectly formed, and her pink lips looked almost artificially sculpted, flawless and refined.

And because of that, he had to swallow his anger, whether he wanted to or not.

A good man never argues with a beautiful woman. That was Andrew's philosophy.

Seeing Andrew's leering gaze, the female officer snorted coldly and returned to her desk to begin the interrogation.

The couple launched into their sob story right away, claiming they'd encountered a thief and then been beaten by the thief's accomplice. They stuck to their false accusations all the way through.

Before long, their statements were recorded. Now it was Andrew and the girl's turn.

"Tell me what happened." The male officer was more rational, his tone gentle as he addressed the girl.

"I didn't steal their wallet. They stuffed it into my pocket themselves and then accused me of it. Thankfully this... this guy stepped in to help."

The girl repeated what Andrew had coached her to say on the train.

Andrew nodded silently and cut in. "If you don't believe us, you can check the wallet for fingerprints."

"Shut up! It's not your turn to speak yet!" The female officer snapped at him once more, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Are you serious right now? Last I checked, I still have the right to speak. What's your problem?"

Andrew was still holding back, but his voice dropped lower as he questioned her.

The female officer's eyes flashed. She turned to the male officer. "Partner, you don't need to continue. He's obviously her accomplice. Bring him in for questioning!"

At that, the couple immediately perked up, watching Andrew with smug, gleeful expressions.

"Crazy bitch. How the hell did someone with that attitude become a cop?"

Andrew muttered under his breath.

But as luck would have it, the female officer heard him. In one smooth motion, she drew her service weapon and aimed it directly at Andrew's nose, her voice icy. "Do you know what the penalty is for insulting a public official?"

"What penalty?" Andrew stared down the barrel of the gun, utterly calm as he continued, "Everyone who's ever pointed a gun at me is dead."

"Ha. Ridiculous." The female officer let out a cold laugh, as though she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

But what Andrew did next caught her, and everyone else in the room, completely off guard.

His body moved like a leopard's, striking in a flash. One hand locked onto the wrist holding the gun. With brutal, unstoppable force, he twisted it around until the barrel pressed against her own forehead.

His other hand slammed her down across the desk.