David Bennett looked at John Miller with a half-smile and said calmly, "Whether I can cultivate or not is none of your business, John Miller!"

Such a blunt address made John Miller feel his forehead twitch.

All along, John Miller had always thought highly of himself. Now, this kid actually dared to call him by name.

It’s not that others can’t call him that, but the point is, only someone who could shake the whole town with a stomp would be qualified to do so.

You, David Bennett, just a little brat, think you’re worthy to call me that? You...

"David Bennett, wipe that smirk off your face. This has nothing to do with you," John Miller said, waving his mink coat. "Aunt Yunying, one thousand yuan, bring it to me tomorrow."

"The customer said, if it weren’t for my sake, you’d have to pay the full price this time—which is ten thousand yuan!"

When Emily Sullivan heard this, she immediately panicked. One thousand yuan—she only made about two thousand yuan a year washing clothes. This was nearly half a year’s income.

"Boss Cheng, the mink coat was already like this when I washed it. You... you can’t make me pay!"

"If you don’t pay, should I pay instead? Let me tell you, Emily Sullivan, three-legged toads are hard to find, but there are plenty of two-legged people! There’s a line of people waiting to work for me!" John Miller lifted his nose and threatened viciously, "If you don’t bring the money tomorrow, don’t blame me for being rude."

"You say my mother ruined the coat? Let me see it," David Bennett stepped forward before his mother could speak.

John Miller wanted to refuse, but unconsciously handed the mink coat to David Bennett. David Bennett glanced over it and saw a hole the size of a fingertip on the purple mink.

He couldn’t tell much from the hole.

Although now, thanks to his ability to adjust his attributes, David Bennett had opened a path to greatness, and a thousand yuan didn’t mean much to him.

But judging from his mother’s expression, David Bennett felt there was something fishy about this.

Swallowing his anger and handing over a thousand yuan—David Bennett was not willing.

Though he wanted to beat up John Miller for slandering his mother, even as a martial artist, he still had to abide by the Federation’s basic rules.

What to do?

In a flash, David Bennett thought of his mental attribute and quickly shifted all his stats to Spirit.

This was the first time David Bennett had ever raised his Spirit so high!

3.5!

Spirit 3.5!

In the brief moment of surprise, David Bennett remembered that after training the Demon Ape Ground Splitter, his strength had already reached a thousand jin.

As his gaze fell on the hole again, he finally noticed something different. In his eyes, the hole seemed to enlarge, and even the fur around it appeared several times bigger.

"Heh, Old Cheng, whose mink coat is this? Tell him he’s suspected of fraud. If he thinks it’s over, he’s wrong—because I’m not done yet!"

As David Bennett spoke, he pointed at the hole: "This was made by an arrow. The traces on the fur and hide can be tested."

John Miller couldn’t help but shiver. He knew exactly where the hole came from, but hearing David Bennett say it out loud made him panic.

"Nonsense! Don’t talk rubbish! This was clearly ruined by your mother washing it. One thousand yuan—you’ll pay whether you want to or not!"

Though he was puzzled, John Miller still tried to tough it out.

"Get lost!" David Bennett was furious. His eyes turned red as he shouted, and in that instant, he felt like a roaring lion.

At the same moment, John Miller felt as if a heavy hammer had slammed into his chest. His vision went black, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Lo... Lo..."

Mouth open, John Miller managed to utter two syllables, then suddenly turned and bolted outside like a madman.

The road was slippery in the dark, and in his panic, John Miller hadn’t run far before he tripped and fell flat on his face.

But at that moment, John Miller felt as if a ghost was chasing him, and he fled in terror.

"Hee hee, big brother is so awesome! Why didn’t that John Miller just fall and die, the bad guy!" Anna Bennett, shaking her two little braids, grinned mischievously.

David Bennett dotingly patted his sister’s braids, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

A smile also appeared on Emily Sullivan’s face, though it was a bit forced—almost uglier than crying.

That crafty John Miller had been driven off, and they didn’t have to pay the thousand yuan. But now that they’d offended John Miller, they couldn’t go back to the laundry shop. Without that income, how would she support her two children in the future?

"Mom, I’m already a martial artist. From now on, I’ll take care of you and my sister!" David Bennett understood his mother’s worries. Thinking of all her years of hardship, how she never dared to stand up for herself even when wronged, he felt a pang of sorrow. He put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her gently.