Chapter 5: Today's Youth

"Is it okay to tell us this?" Professor Flavia asked the director.

"Yes, no problem." The director smiled.

Professor Flavia didn't know what the director was up to, but at least she noticed he was partially on the side of the new student Amon; so she didn't bring it up anymore and said, "The monthly tournament will start in two days, will you let student Amon participate?"

"Yes, even if he's new to the school, he can participate." The director replied.

"Okay, that's all I wanted to know. I'm leaving." Flavia said indifferently as she turned and left.

*

Amon didn't go back to school, he walked through city Z; mainly to see it.

At that moment, he was already calmer. After eating an entire candy bar, he was no longer out of control.

By his side, Barbara suddenly said, "Err. Amon? You like music?"

"Yes." Amon answers.

"Oh, what kind?" Barbara was interested.

Amon: "Jazz."

"Jazz?" Barbara opened her eyes wide, "I'm shocked, I didn't expect you to like Jazz."

"It's relaxing to listen to," Amon said.

They arrived in a square, there were few people, but there were also some children under 10 years old playing on the swing and slide while the parents looked on.

Amon approached a bench and sat down naturally.

Barbara followed him and sat down beside him. She turned to him and said, "I like rock, and pop. Sometimes I also listen to classical music."

An old lady passed in front of Amon and Barbara, she saw the two and stopped.

The old woman's eyes held intense disdain. "The young people of today." She shook her head as she sighed: "Missing school to date... Where will our country end up like this?"

After saying this, the old woman left.

Barbara quickly turned to Amon. She thought he was going to be annoyed by that comment or something, but he looked calm as if he hadn't heard what the old lady said.

He looked indifferently at the Old Lady who was leaving: "This is a problem, there's always someone who wants to take care of other people's lives, where would this world end up like that?"

The old woman who heard and saw the people around her laughing at her felt so embarrassed that she almost tripped. She lowered her head and walked away muttering, upset.

Barbara was stunned; she didn't expect Amon to say something like that. But, then she starts laughing out loud. It was very funny to see the old lady's expression and the way she left with her head down.

But, is it not true? If she's so worried, why doesn't she go about her own business?

This was the same situation where an old woman talks about an 18 year old girl who is pregnant, but at the end of the day, it turns out that this old lady has 10 children and the first child was made when she was 13 years old...

Barbara muttered rudely, "By the way, she's so old and yet she doesn't have a high level of genetics. Since her presence was so weak, she mustn't have struggled in her life. Tsk, tsk, I hate people like that, they judge others, but they don't look at their own faults."

Amon just nodded in agreement. He didn't mind Barbara's language.

"Well, I said too much." Barbara laughed a little and looked at the time on her cell phone: "Mm, it's getting late, I better get back. By the way, where do you live?"

Amon looked at her silently and, after a while, calmly replied, "Z City - Neighborhood: Gavvind, Mustafa Rene Street."

"Oh, it's not too far from where we are. If we walk about 5-8 kilometers, we'll get there." Barbara realized what she said and quickly corrected herself: "I mean, you know how to get back, do you need me to show you the way?"

"Is it closer to here, or closer to school?" Amon asked.

Barbara didn't need to think and already replied: "This is twice as close."

"Won't it be the wrong way for you?" Amon, although not good at interacting with other people, at least noticed that it was dangerous for a girl to walk alone.

"No, surprisingly it's only a block down the street from your house." Barbara said.

"Oh...thanks then."

Before arriving at Amon's house a large black car, quite luxurious yet discreet, stopped near him and Barbara.

"You..." Barbara looked irritated when she saw the car.

Someone got out of the car. He was an elegant man in a suit and tie with neat white hair, but then he bowed and said respectfully, "Miss Barbara, I came for you."

"Alfred, didn't I say I don't need you to pick me up? By the way, how did you find me!?" Barbara yelled, obviously annoyed.

Alfred's expression didn't change, he replied respectfully: "Miss Barbara, the school called and then, ma'am, your mother sent me to find you and bring you back home."

"Tsk, is my mother home?" Barbara softened a little and asked.

"No, Madame is still working, Miss Barbara." Alfred responds.

"..."

Barbara is silent, she had been expecting this. There was no way that workaholic was at home, 'Haha, I shouldn't have hoped...'

"I will, but first let's drop my friend at his house." It wasn't a request, Barbara was making it clear that if he didn't do it, she wouldn't go with him.

Just then Alfred looked at Amon and opened his eyes wide in surprise. Despite his undisciplined form, Alfred felt a strong pressure from him, it was like he was in the presence of someone very dangerous. Not the kind that would attack for no reason, but that one should be cautious when dealing with such a person.

Alfred, as Miss Margarete's driver, met many people, and very few people in City Z could make him so cautious. 'I don't know if having a friend like that is a blessing or a disgrace, but either way, I'm not the one to assess it. I shall tell this to Madame Margarete later...'

With that thought in mind, Alfred straightened his tie and said respectfully, "Yes, Miss Barbara, we can drop him off first."

Barbara felt brave and took Amon's hand and brought it toward the car: "Come on, Amon, come in."

"Oh..." Amon nodded.

Initially, he thought she wasn't getting special meat from the government, but it seems that there might be another reason she's so thin.

After they get into the car, Barbara tells Alfred the street name Amon lives on and the car starts moving.

"I'm sorry for this." Barbara sighed.

"Mhm?" Amon looked at her in confusion.

Noticing his confusion, she says, "Well... Forget it if you don't understand."

"Okay." Amon fell silent again.

"It's right there, you can stop the car," Amon said as he recognized the street.

"Alfred, stop the car," Barbara said. When the car stopped, she looked at Amon: "See you at school?"

"Okay." Amon nodded and left.

After Amon got out of the car, he started walking.

"Amon?"

As Amon approached the house, he was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.

In the backyard of the house, Sonia Tang was surrounded by three large men.

Amon: "Mother?"

Sonia yelled, "Hurry up, I called the police!"

Despite knowing that he was once abandoned by his mother and raised by his grandparents, Amon doesn't hate Sonia. Resentful, yes, but he has some appreciation for her. And, seeing that she was in danger, his eyes became even colder.

"Stop..." Before he was able to complete what he was going to say, the man who had a tattoo on his face was dumbfounded.

Amon left his spot and stretched his neck. In the next second, he lunged at the men like a cannonball.

*Crack!*

*Thump!*

The sound of bones breaking and a body falling to the ground caused shivers. Sonia covered her eyes and peeked slowly through her fingers.

The men surrounding Sonia were shocked!

"Screw this!"

Were they seeing things?

Of the 3 men, 1 was taken down in a matter of seconds and the remaining two did not attempt to fight Amon. Instead, they aimed at Sonia.

"Get down, Mom." Amon's voice was cold.

Sonia, however, was not frightened. Despite being scared, somehow, she felt regret and at the same time, warmth, in her heart to hear Amon call her mother.

When Sonia bent down, Amon spun on the ground with one foot and raised the other to the height of the two men's heads, and hit hard.

The impact sent the two men flying through the fence surrounding the house. They stopped in the middle of the street, blood pouring from their heads, mouth, nose, and even one with blood from their ear.

Amon's kick hit with the instep right in the ear of one of them and blew out his eardrums.

The two fell to the ground moaning in pain. They cried aloud like a little child.

Sonia opened her eyes and stood up. She was in shock, covering her mouth from what she saw.

'My son was that strong?'

She wasn't sure what the level of these thugs was, but it was clear it was above level 20.

After all, she, who was level 21, was pressured by their aura, so logically they were above that.

"Now call the police," Amon said in his cold, indifferent voice.

"Y-yes!" Sonia stuttered and said a little loudly. She was lost in thought, and forgot about it.

Minutes later, the police arrived.

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