Black Belt Asked Maid's Daughter to Fight as a Joke – Her First Strike SHOCKED the Whole Gym
Chapter 17
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He stopped and looked around, confused. His friends kept walking. Abigail crossed the street and approached him."I'm Abigail Peterson," she said, just in case he didn't recognize her from the dojo.Recognition, and then surprise, dawned on his face. "Of course I remember. Is everything okay?" He looked at her with genuine concern."No," she said honestly. "It's... it's not. Todd Vance—he's been harassing my mother. He got her fired from her other jobs. We're in trouble. I need your help."She explained everything that had been happening since that night: the phone calls, the stalking, the looming threat of eviction.Ben listened patiently, his expression growing darker with every word. "I knew he was a jerk, but I didn't think he was capable of this," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "This is... this is evil.""The police can't do much," Abigail explained. "It's hard to prove. What I need is a witness and evidence. I have a plan, but I can't do it alone.""Whatever you need," Ben said without a moment's hesitation. "I'm in. What's the plan?"Over the next week, they put her plan into action. Carol managed to get a temporary cleaning job at a downtown office building, working the late shift. It was the perfect opportunity.Ben, using the high-quality camera on his new smartphone, became a countersurveillance expert. On the first night, he positioned himself in a coffee shop across the street from the office building, just as Abigail had predicted. It wasn't long before Todd Vance's beat-up pickup truck rolled into view and parked half a block down. He didn't get out; he just sat there, the faint glow of his own phone illuminating his face as he stared at the building's entrance. Ben filmed him for over an hour, a steady, unwavering shot that documented the calculated, intimidating presence of the truck.They did the same thing for the next three nights. Every night, Todd was there—a silent predator waiting in the dark. Ben's phone now contained hours of time-stamped video, establishing a clear and undeniable pattern of stalking.This was the intelligence they needed; now it was time to change the battlefield.Abigail knew that simply taking the video to the police might get Todd a warning, but it wouldn't solve their problem—it wouldn't restore her mother's reputation or get her jobs back. A restraining order was just a piece of paper to a man like Todd; he would just become sneakier. She had to dismantle his ability to harass them entirely; she had to take away his credibility, the only weapon he had left.The local community had a popular online forum—a Facebook page called Oak City Neighbors. It was a place where people recommended plumbers, announced yard sales, and occasionally aired grievances, moderated by a well-respected local woman, a retired schoolteacher named Mrs. Gable. It was the town square of the digital age. This would be her ground.