Chapter 217



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What came into his view was the punctuation ‘120’ written in large red text.

Raymond’s jaw dropped. He swallowed saliva, looked at Fatty and unconsciously asked, “What grade is a perfect score?”.

A puzzled Fatty replied, “100 of course!”.

Raymond breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the tutor and said, “Sir, even if you try to give Pete an extra score, you sure can’t beat the full score. This is an exam with a perfect score of 100, yet he got 120.”

As soon as Raymond said that, the whole room fell silent.

The Hunt children outside the office were completely stunned.

Raymond, however, kept going. He asked, “Is he cheating? Could it be that this is how Pete had gotten all his scores in the past? Justin, as much as you want to emphasize how smart your son is, surely you can’t do that, can you?”

He babbled on and on until Fatty, whose expression had already changed beside him, tugged on his arm.

Only then did Raymond stop. He looked at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Fatty, who could no longer hold his head up, said, “Grandpa! There are also extra questions on the exam. The extra questions are usually questions that exceed our current level of difficulty and are worth twenty points!”

Raymond, “!”

Stunned, he flipped through the back of the exam. Sure enough, he saw two bonus questions worth ten points each. Pete had answered both correctly.

They were questions beyond his current level of difficulty, and yet, could he answer them perfectly?

Raymond gulped. “How can this be, didn’t they say he’s been playing all month?”

The tutor was now totally convinced. He stood up and said, “Mr. Hunt, I used to object to Pete’s gambling, but I didn’t expect it wouldn’t affect his studies at all. It was worrying me too much.”

As soon as he said that, Mrs. Hunt understood immediately. She immediately burst out laughing, hugged Pete and kept calling him her little baby. She said, “Holy cow, my Pete is so smart. He’s able to get first place even if he plays for a month. That’s what you call a genius Raymond! No matter how hard a normal person tries, he can never catch up with a genius!”

Raymond, “!!!”

He was shushing him with his own words from a moment ago!

Raymond was so furious that even his expression changed. He looked straight at Fatty and smacked him upside the head. “What kind of inaccurate information were you giving me?”

Fatty rubbed his head and burst into tears. “How was I supposed to know that Pete would turn out to be a mutant of that caliber? He’d actually been playing for a month! Yet his learning progress hadn’t lagged behind at all!”

The children around them also sighed in admiration.

“Pete is as impressive as ever!”

“I’m so impressed!”

“No wonder Mom and Dad say Peter is a genius! I’m sure in the future the Hunts will do even better in his hands!”

“…”

Raymond had originally come originally to blow things up, and as he had expected, things had indeed blown up. Instead, however, he had given Peter even more prestige!

He had shot himself in the foot.

He was so furious that he pulled Fatty’s ears. “So, the exam is over, is it? Then come with me!”

“Grandpa, don’t be so hard! It hurts!”

A hint of murderous intent and coldness shone in Justin’s eyes as he watched the couple walk away. However, when he saw Mrs. Hunt, he hid the emotions in his eyes.

Since his grandmother was still present, he would eventually have to show some mercy to certain people.

He got up and walked Mrs. Hunt home. Then, he drove Pete to the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

As Quinn was greeting Pete, Justin deliberately gave him a reminder and said, “Remember to let Miss Smith know you’ve come for training.”

Pete was puzzled. “Why?”

It’s to see if she’s coming to get you or not, of course! So you can switch places with Cherry!

Justin didn’t voice that thought aloud, however. Instead, he looked down dispassionately and said, “Let her know that you’re working hard to become a man and that you’ll protect her in the future. Don’t you want her to be your mom? You have to cultivate feelings.”

“… Oh.”

He couldn’t help but feel that the tyrant was acting strangely. Had he figured something out? Surely not, right?

But when he looked at the tyrant’s expression, he found that his eyes were deep-set and his countenance expressionless. He couldn’t make out anything.

Pete couldn’t make out what he was thinking, so he just walked into the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Justin turned and walked away. As he was rounding the corner, a car drove past his and stopped at the entrance to the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Paul got out of the car and straightened his suit. Then, he walked to the entrance and went inside.

It could be said that Paul was the best among all the unofficial disciples of the Quinn Martial Arts School. Therefore, the sect used to show him some courtesy. Seeing that he was here, Luke himself came over to greet him.

Paul asked, “Where is Master? I will go and pay him a visit.”

Luke replied, “At the moment he is teaching martial arts to the young people, and he has forbidden others to disturb them.”

Paul frowned. “A junior? When did he ever take another disciple?”

Luke smiled and replied, “He took one recently. Our first elder, Big Sister, is too lazy to take over the sect, so Master has no choice but to look for a little disciple. He calls him his little disciple, but he’s actually training a successor for Big Sister!”

The first senior disciple…

It was known to all that the Quinn School of Martial Arts had a Big Sister. She was a disciple Quinn had taken twenty years ago. However, her identity was a mystery, and no one had ever seen her, except for a select few people.

Nevertheless, the words of the legendary Big Sister carried a lot of weight at the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Paul grabbed Lucas and said, “Since we’ve been classmates for so many years, can you tell me who Big Sister is? Lest we get into friendly fire and end up attacking our own.”

The Quinn School of Martial Arts held a position of great weight in the pugilistic world. Its direct disciples were not allowed to operate in other outside industries.

Paul and Jordan had created their own factions in the pugilistic world and specialized in helping others do things that were uncomfortable for themselves. They were considered underworld forces. This violated the tenets of the Quinn School of Martial Arts, so Paul had never become an official disciple in all this time. Instead, he remained an unofficial titular disciple.

Of course, Quinn also felt that he pursued material things excessively, so he had always disliked him.

Lucas smiled and said, “I can’t tell you that.”

He led Paul into the reception room of the Quinn School of Martial Arts and changed the subject. He said, “By the way, your request for five additional spots has been turned down by the official disciples.”

Paul narrowed his eyes. “Oh, why not, from what I remember, Master doesn’t worry about trivial matters like that.”

Luke smiled and replied, “It was an order from Big Sister.”

Paul knew immediately that it was a lost cause as soon as he heard that. Big Sister had always kept her word.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he said, “Since Big Sister had given the order, and the cult had rejected my son’s friends, the cult wouldn’t accept any other children either, would it?”

Luke lifted his chin and replied, “Of course.”

Paul nodded. “Very well, then.”

Pulling strings for his son was only his secondary goal in coming here. More important was keeping in touch with the Quinn School of Martial Arts. Even if he couldn’t get five other places for his son, he could at least make sure Cherry, or whatever her name was, couldn’t bring anyone either. This way, his son wouldn’t be embarrassed. So, he didn’t bother them any more about it.

He got up, looked at the training gym and headed straight there. He said, “How about letting me take a look at who Master’s new disciple is, Lucas? I want to see who it is that can get Master to teach him personally.”

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