I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 26 Pig Club

Three young white men surrounded Alice, like hunters hunting their prey, blocking almost all her paths.

The young man at the head of the group was impeccably dressed, with naturally flowing blond hair and a ring engraved with his family crest on his hand. Although he was good-looking, his expression was fierce, as if he wanted to devour someone.

The other two weren't much better off; at the signal of the young leader, they waited to see what would happen.

Alice was terrified. She tried to get away, but her path was blocked by the three people, and she could only keep retreating until she had nowhere left to go and was stuck on the sofa.

Logically speaking, when three men bully a girl and force themselves on her in public, righteous passersby or onlookers should gather around and beat these dissolute young men half to death.

That's how it's written in novels and plays, and countless scenes have been adapted for the big screen.

However, reality is completely different. The righteous and enthusiastic masses in the novel do not exist; they are all just watching the show.

Watch as a girl, no, the prey, is slowly captured by the hunters, her skin peeled off, and her placed on a javelin. Some of them can't wait any longer.

At this moment, the young man in the lead glanced at Alice and said with a smile, "You really don't know who I am?"

Alice shook her head, hugged herself tightly, she was terrified, and tears streamed down her face.

Clearly, this man who looks like a gentleman is not a gentleman at all.

On the contrary, he was vicious, irritable, and aggressive.

Alice thought that he had become a completely different person after she simply refused his invitation. If there hadn't been so many spectators present, Alice believed he would have definitely attacked her, or even fired a gun.

That murderous intent couldn't be hidden, especially in his gentle eyes; it was so abrupt and unnatural.

"Alright," the young man leading the group smiled simply, and began to introduce himself in front of everyone, "My name is Wenger Lowell III..."

Upon hearing the name, Alice paused slightly, and everyone in the audience was momentarily stunned.

This surname, this given name—that's right, this is one of the old Boston Wasp, the third-generation heir of the Lowell family.

Generally, apart from his wife Romano, no one else would choose such a name.

The Lowell family is a household name in Boston. They are one of the oldest and most prominent families in the city. Their ancestors came to Boston from England as early as the 17th century.

Arriving early and striking ruthlessly, the Lowell family amassed a terrifying fortune in just a century.

By the 18th century, this family controlled one-fifth of all cotton in the United States.

In addition, the family also owns textile mills, a portion of Boston's railroad network, and even shares in the First National Bank of Boston.

That's just in terms of economics; in terms of politics and business, the Lowell family is even more terrifying.

Nobel laureates, Supreme Court justices, and even senators have been included...

Such a family, such power, how can the phrase "rich and powerful" even begin to describe it?

Although everyone present came from well-off families, they were nothing compared to a blue-blooded noble like Lowell.

Then, Lowell looked at Alice like a hunter looking at its prey, and his words became even more sarcastic.

"I've seen plenty of girls like you," Lowell paused, then said with a laugh. "You Irish bitches, aren't you all holed up in velvet booths, flirting with any rich man you can get your hands on, acting all high and mighty?"

"You come to a place like this just to hook up with a decent man, don't you?"

Lowell, a seasoned veteran, wanted to expose the other party directly, but Alice turned out to be an exception.

He was drinking with some friends next door, boasting about his deer hunting trip in Maine. But when he glanced over, he saw a beautiful woman sitting among a group of Irish country bumpkins, and he felt quite uncomfortable.

It is important to know that in the 20s, the Anssa people had an almost obsessive attachment to their lineage and sense of superiority.

In their view, they are the masters of this country, the cornerstone of this civilization, and the holders of the highest authority.

The most beautiful woman should be sitting next to you or crawling on your knees.

They harbored some degree of hostility towards any other ethnic group besides the Onsa, especially the Irish.

In recent years, as the Irish population has grown, they have united and formed a force to be reckoned with in elections. Their efforts to fight for jobs and more of their due rights have long aroused the vigilance and even resentment of the WASPs.

As a result, at the WASP level, prejudice and discrimination against these Irish people intensified.

How could Lowell not be influenced in such an environment? Therefore, it is not surprising that he would do such crazy things to Alice, who is Irish.

The hostility didn't start overnight; it has a long history.

Of course, what Luther found most incredible about the whole thing was Tom Flint.

He was Alice's brother, but now, facing Lowell III, he completely deflated.

A tall, imposing fat man showed obvious timidity in front of the same white man, with his head down and his face full of fear, like a docile kitten.

This feeling is more like an innate bloodline suppression; even the son of Boston's richest dockworker still can't hold his head high in front of a real wasp.

Not only Luther, but also some people in the crowd were unaware of this situation, so someone asked, "Why didn't you help? It's outrageous to let them bully a girl like that!"

At this moment, someone else lowered their voice and said cautiously, "Didn't you see? Besides Lowell, there are other people there, and they're all from the Pig Club!"

"Well... never mind."

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, those who had threatened to go up and help fell silent, and a sigh rippled through the crowd.

If it's a normal incident, everyone can lend a hand; if all else fails, just shout it out.

But if the other party is a pig club, then that's a different story.

Because this time, we really can't afford to mess with them.

The Pig Club, or Porcellian Club for short, is the absolute crown jewel of Harvard and even the Boston fraternity. Its history dates back to 1791, making it older than most American universities.

Originating from roasting pork in a classroom, it later formed a top-tier brotherhood centered around Blueblood Onsael, and was also known as the Ultimate Club, from which countless celebrities have come.

This club is extremely exclusive; WASP is just a prerequisite, and you can only join by invitation from a member. There are ten spots available each year.

Those who can join the Pig Club are all from powerful and wealthy families, at the top of society, and are among the core families that control the country.

Some might think this is just a club, but it's actually quite the opposite.

This is not just a club, but a filter for social classes.

Its essence is not about eating and drinking together, but about perpetuating the family's power and social status, ensuring that this group of people and their children can always stand at the top of the pyramid.

These are people that ordinary people can't afford to mess with.

The next moment, Lowell no longer hesitated. He felt that this woman had rejected him in public, which was a great humiliation.

It is utterly unacceptable that a member of the Lowell family would be humiliated by an Irish whore.

Revenge! We must get revenge!

With that thought in mind, he grabbed Alice's hair and forcibly pulled her toward him.

When Tom Flint and Daniel and the others saw this, they instinctively tried to stop them, but Lowell pushed them away.

"Get out of here!!"

He roared, his powerful aura overwhelming everyone, even Daniel was stunned for a moment.

He wanted to try his best to at least stop the other party, but when facing Lowell, this truly powerful Brahmin, Daniel's last bit of courage vanished.

At that moment, he was surprised to discover how weak he was.