I'll Just Call You Mr. Bruce  

Bruce agreed directly!

Catching Joanne off guard once again!

"No, Bruce, can you give me some time to adjust? Just calling you husband directly, I feel... I feel..."

Joanne struggled to find the right words.

Putting aside the fact that her recent experiences hadn't completely faded her sadness, in her mind, the term "husband" was very serious.

She hadn't even agreed to him yet, and he wanted her to call him husband directly?

What kind of joke was this?

Anyway, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

At this moment, Joanne didn't realize.

Despite being much older than Bruce and his university teacher, subconsciously, she already considered Bruce as her peer or even senior.

"Okay, no problem..." Bruce agreed straightforwardly. "But, what do you think you should call me?"

Although Joanne didn't directly agree,

She not only didn't refuse, but also negotiated conditions with him?

What's the difference between this and directly agreeing?

So Bruce was feeling very pleased at this moment, and he didn't care about what she would call him.

"I... I'll just call you Mr. Bruce!"

Joanne thought for a moment. "And about this matter, I think we should discuss it with Cynthia first."

Hearing Joanne's suggestion, Bruce also found it reasonable.

However...

"What you said makes sense, but 'Mr. Bruce' won't do. It sounds too formal. Just call me by my name, and I'll continue calling you Joanne teacher in the future!"

Calling each other teacher... hmm! It had a bit of a Japanese romance movie vibe.

"That... works too!!"

As long as she didn't immediately change to using some couple-specific terms, Joanne didn't mind.

With a definite answer, Bruce no longer dwelled on this issue.

He returned the two pieces of bread to Joanne's hands and then took out some more food from Jesse's backpack to give her!

While he was at it, he carefully examined her profile.Name: Joanne

Age: 27

Height: 168 cm

Weight: 106 kg

Betrayal Rate: 26%

Vitality: 10

Mental Strength: 13

Strength: 9

Agility: 7

Enhancement Level: None

Ability Level: [Special Occupation: Enchanter (Iron Tier Beginner)]

This is the information that Bruce, after the evolution of his antagonist's eye, sees about Joanne.

"Although I knew the female lead in the apocalypse couldn't be a mere vase, but an enchanter... hehe, quite an impressive occupation!"

After the evolution of Bruce's antagonist's eye, he can not only see strangers' abilities and attributes but also their ability characteristics.

Joanne, because she didn't witness Bruce killing Jerald, has a betrayal rate of only 26%!

As for her occupation as an enchanter?

Awakened enchanters, like Finnegan and Jamie, are similar to awakened individuals.

They can't enhance themselves through crystal nuclei, and their physical qualities aren't much stronger than ordinary people.

However, they can use this ability to enhance the power of equipment.

Weapons, armor, rings, and so on.

But this ability only works for equipment that already possesses special powers.

Ordinary equipment won't do.

And to enchant weapons or equipment, it not only requires a certain level of ability as an enchanter but also some special materials.

Just like Jamie, the foundryman.

Different materials result in different effects and success rates of enchantments.

The higher the level of the enchanter, the better the materials used, the more powerful the enchantment, and the higher the success rate.Joanne still doesn't know that she's an enchanter.

Enchanters must come into contact with special equipment to discover their abilities, just like Cynthia needs to touch monster corpses to realize her sensing ability.

From start to finish, Joanne hasn't encountered any special equipment, so she still thinks of herself as an ordinary person.

After Bruce gave Joanne food, he didn't make any further moves towards her. After all, she had implicitly acknowledged their relationship, so there was no need to rush things. Plus, Joanne's mental state hadn't fully recovered yet!

So... after satisfying his curiosity, it was almost time to leave the school and return to the base for a shower before enjoying the food slowly.

However, just as Bruce was studying Joanne's occupation as an enchanter,

Three kilometers north of the Rhine Hotel,

Bang!

At the doorway of a small building on the fifth floor,

Hayden, who was not tall but usually arrogant and domineering, was knocked to the ground by Duane with a single blow.

During this period, apart from scavenging for supplies and hunting zombies for crystal nuclei,

Most of Duane's spare time was spent gathering information about Bruce and seeking revenge against Hayden.

After waiting for so many days, he finally caught Hayden when he ran out of food to look for more.

There was no choice!

The food at home was always more abundant than at the school.

With Duane's current strength, he could have directly broken in.

But breaking in would attract a large number of monsters and trigger strong resistance from Hayden.

This would be very unfavorable for his revenge.

So Duane chose to wait patiently.

When Hayden was desperate for food and came out of the room, Duane deliberately appeared in his sight with a bag on his back.

Seeing Duane carrying a large bag of food, Hayden thought Duane was a naive fool who could be easily fooled!

Then, pretending to be kind-hearted, Hayden brought him to the doorway of his house.

But little did he know that the moment he opened the door, Duane knocked him unconscious?

Was Duane playing possum to catch the tiger?Bang!

Duane dragged Hayden inside and closed the door behind him.

"Ah..."

Florence, who was wearing pajamas, screamed in shock when she saw her husband being dragged in by Duane.

"Shut up!" Duane turned his head and coldly shouted at Florence.

But his reprimand had no effect at all; instead, it fueled Florence's anger.

"You dare to hit my husband, I'll fight you..."

Smack!

Before she could even reach Duane, he slapped her across the face.

Then, Florence felt Duane's hand clamping down on her throat.

She tried to struggle, but his strength was too much, and no matter how hard she fought, it was futile.

Soon, she found it hard to breathe.

"Wanna fight me? Are you qualified?"

Duane sneered, his gaze falling on Florence's pajamas.

The summer pajamas were as thin as cicada wings.

Her graceful figure caught Duane's eye, stirring up his emotions.

"Miss Florence, didn't realize you had such a nice figure?"

"I..."

Florence seemed to realize something, but she couldn't speak because her throat was being choked.

Duane took a couple of steps forward and pushed her onto the sofa.

His other hand moved quickly.

"Aren't you arrogant? Didn't you sic your dog on me?"

"Today, I'll kill you right in front of your husband..."

Several minutes later,

Florence's face was covered in bruises as she curled up in the corner of the sofa, trembling with fear, and looked at Duane with terror.

"Hahaha! Is this what it feels like to be the bad guy? Feels great..."

After straightening his clothes and throwing Hayden down the stairs, Duane burst into maniacal laughter.

This feeling of being utterly unrestrained was just too exhilarating!"Next, it's your turn, Bruce..."

Duane said menacingly, then turned his gaze towards Florence.

"You, crawl over here!"

Upon hearing Duane's words, Florence trembled all over.

But she was already terrified by Duane.

Even though she was injured, she could only obediently place her hands on the ground and slowly crawl towards Duane.

Duane squatted down and roughly grabbed her chin, a cold smirk forming on his lips.

"If you don't want to die, stay here and wait for me. If I don't see you the moment I come back, I'll find you and make you wish you were dead. Understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"Good!"

Duane released her chin, nodding satisfactorily, then walked out of the room with the key to the door.

But before leaving, he gave Florence some food and water.

After all, he wanted to exact revenge on this woman.

If she just starved to death like this, it would be too dull.

Seeing the ham, biscuits, and mineral water left by Duane, Florence quickly tore open the packaging and stuffed them into her mouth.

At this moment, she had completely lost her usual shrewish demeanor.

Duane was even more satisfied when he saw this. He put on the backpack he had prepared earlier, locked the door, and went downstairs to the parking shed.

Without doing anything else, he mounted a bicycle parked inside the shed.