“You guys are really shameless! What’s the point of bullying a weak woman? I’m not going!” Jack Harper said righteously.

“Damn, aren’t you the shameless one? Who was the first to rush up just now!!”

“That was the old me. The current me is no longer that shameless.” Jack Harper said very seriously, but with his head covered in blood at this moment, the scene looked utterly ridiculous.

Then, without giving the others a chance to respond, he waved his hand and left.

Although his hope was to muddle through life, he still wanted to wait a bit longer. If he stayed with these people, he definitely wouldn’t last long—sooner or later, he’d offend someone he shouldn’t. These people were the textbook definition of useless teammates.

One must keep a low profile to safely muddle through life, and to reach the highest level, one must possess overwhelming strength, only not showing it under normal circumstances.

Now, what Jack Harper needed to do was simple: make some money in the Yue family, accumulate strength, and then leave, shaking off the label of “freeloader.”

“Yo, isn’t this our young master Xiaobai? How did you get hurt?” When Jack Harper arrived at the Yue family, the gatekeeper said mockingly.

In the Yue family, most of the servants didn’t care for this freeloader. Some even bullied Jack Harper; the thrill of servants bullying their master was a dream for many, though some didn’t dare, while others did.

Regardless of whether they dared or not, they all spoke to Jack Harper in this tone. In the past, because Jack Harper was a freeloader, he always felt inferior here, as if he wasn’t even as good as a servant. Most of the time, he didn’t respond, which only made the servants more arrogant.

“Come here for a second!” Jack Harper looked at the gatekeeper and beckoned.

“What?” The gatekeeper was stunned, not understanding what Jack Harper meant, and subconsciously walked over.

“Smack!”

Jack Harper swung his hand and slapped the gatekeeper, stunning him on the spot and startling the guards at the door.

Chapter 2: Just a Temporary Boost

“You—you dare hit me, you freeloader…” The gatekeeper covered his slapped cheek with one hand and pointed at Jack Harper with the other.

“Smack!”

Jack Harper slapped him again, swelling both sides of the gatekeeper’s face, which made him feel much better—otherwise, one side would look a bit lopsided.

“What are you all standing around for? Hurry up, help me beat him to death!” The gatekeeper shouted at the guards. He usually got along well with them, and now that he’d been hit, the guards should do something.

Out of habit, the guards surrounded Jack Harper, ready to make a move.

At this moment, the situation was extremely dire for Jack Harper. The Yue family’s guards weren’t weak in the capital, and a useless playboy like Jack Harper wouldn’t last a single round before being knocked down.

However, Jack Harper wasn’t afraid at all. He had his backing—no matter how useless he was, he was still the legitimate son of the Yue family’s young master. What could they possibly do to him?

“Stop!”

Before Jack Harper could speak, a cold and beautiful voice rang out. An eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl walked out from inside.

She wore a white cross-collared top, perfectly tailored, with sleeves that weren’t exaggeratedly wide, just slightly loose with a bit of ruffle. Her lower half was a white pleated skirt, topped with a thin, light blue silk robe. The whole person exuded an aura of cool aloofness.

“Miss Claire Benson!” The gatekeeper and guards immediately stood at attention and greeted her respectfully.

“What’s going on here?” The girl looked at Jack Harper and asked coldly.

“Nothing much. The gatekeeper had a bad attitude, so I slapped him—oh, twice.” Jack Harper replied casually.

The girl looked at Jack Harper, her face still cold, but she was a little surprised inside. She hadn’t expected him to speak to her so casually, and to slap the gatekeeper just for a bad attitude—something he never dared to do before.

“Oh? So next, you all wanted to help him, is that it?” The girl looked at the guards and asked.

The guards felt a chill run down their spines and quickly said, “Uh… no, not at all. We weren’t trying to help anyone, just trying to pull Old Hu away.”

“Hmph! You’d better remember your place. Whether or not he’s a Yue, he’s not someone you can touch.” The girl snorted coldly.

“Yes, yes!”

The guards nodded immediately, cursing the gatekeeper in their hearts—look at the trouble you’ve caused.

“Miss Claire Benson, it was my fault!” The gatekeeper, Old Hu, immediately knelt down.

“What’s the use of telling me it’s your fault? I’m not the one you offended.” The girl said indifferently.

“Young master Xiaobai, it was my fault. Please be magnanimous and forgive me.” The gatekeeper immediately tried to kowtow to Jack Harper, afraid of offending the girl before him—she was the Yue family’s most talented genius, bar none.

“Get up! Just do your job properly!” Jack Harper dodged his kowtow. He didn’t want to accept such a grand gesture—some say it shortens your life.