Brian Carter said unhappily.

Originally, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention, but this woman was quite pretty, with rosy cheeks and a round face—not the sharp-chinned type, but the kind of classical beauty with a face like a full moon.

The key was her great figure, giving off a sense of plump elegance.

“If I don’t call you little brother, what should I call you?”

Emily Clark pursed her lips and smiled.

Brian Carter looked about seventeen, definitely younger than herself.

“Call me big brother.”

Brian Carter said casually, while pondering where to go to test out his superhuman powers.

“Big brother? That actually sounds pretty good.”

Emily Clark didn’t refuse, and instead started chatting with Brian Carter here and there.

After introducing themselves—

Emily Clark said, “Big brother, how about coming to our vintage car club to hang out?”

“Does your club have any superhumans?”

“Superhumans? Of course we do.”

Emily Clark gave a charming smile.

The vintage car club was all about nostalgia—naturally, poor people couldn’t afford to play.

There were quite a few high-end players in the club, including some superhumans.

Half an hour later.

Brian Carter followed Emily Clark’s car and arrived at a site outside the third ring road.

There was a racetrack on the grounds, with two simple buildings beside it.

Emily Clark showed Brian Carter around; the club was fully equipped, with a modification shop, car wash, café, and more.

“Miss Luo.”

The club members greeted Emily Clark enthusiastically.

“Xiaoqian, you seem to have quite a status in the club.”

Brian Carter said, acting familiar.

Emily Clark rolled her eyes at him. “I’m one of the club’s founding members.”

The two parked their cars on the grounds and entered a private room.

“Miss Luo, who’s this pretty boy?”

“A new member?”

There were a dozen or so people in the room, both men and women, all looking over curiously.

“His name is Brian Carter, and he’s pretty good at vintage car modifications. Everyone, get to know him.”

Miss Luo introduced them one by one.

Brian Carter could tell that these members were all either rich or powerful.

However, when they were introduced, everyone was quite polite, without any arrogance.

When it came to a refined-looking white youth—

Miss Luo paused. “Brian Carter, didn’t you ask about superhumans?”

“His name is Harris, and he’s a mage.”

“A mage?”

Brian Carter couldn’t help but look over.

Among superhumans, mages were relatively rare and held high status.

Harris wore a vintage mage’s robe, and when introduced, he nodded slightly, not offering a handshake.

“Harris, I just became a superhuman. Let’s spar sometime if you’re free.”

Brian Carter said with a smile.

Seeing that Brian Carter was a superhuman, everyone looked on with interest.

“What’s your class?”

Harris perked up a bit.

“Martial artist.”

Upon hearing Brian Carter’s answer, everyone immediately lost interest.

“Martial artist? Then forget about sparring.” Harris shook his head.

“Why?” Brian Carter was puzzled.

“Last time, a martial artist sparred with me. Before he even got close, I hit him with a fireball and he ended up in the hospital.”

“My father scolded me for it.”

Harris shrugged.

In his eyes, martial artists hardly deserved the title of superhuman—they were just too weak!

“So, sorry, I can’t spar with you.”

Chapter 9: Racing Rampage

“Harris means no harm, that’s just his personality. Don’t take it to heart.”

Emily Clark said apologetically.

“I don’t mind.”

Brian Carter waved it off, putting on a magnanimous air.

He added, “After all, adults don’t hold grudges against children.”

There was a bit of a sharp edge to his words.

The atmosphere in the room paused for a moment.

Brian Carter did it on purpose.

Maybe Harris wasn’t deliberately belittling him, but he had embarrassed him in front of everyone.

Brian Carter was never one to be overly generous.

“Hey! Buddy! I’m not falling for your provocation.”

Harris remained unmoved.

Brian Carter felt like he’d kicked a cotton ball.

Either Harris was just a jerk, or he genuinely looked down on martial artists and was afraid of hurting Brian Carter.

Everyone in the room laughed, changed the subject, and started talking about vintage cars.

Brian Carter unconsciously joined in their conversation.

He really liked this cheerful, relaxed atmosphere.

Everyone shared the same hobby—no one tried to show off or put others down.

That evening.

Dozens of people from the club had dinner together.

Everyone was very welcoming to the newcomer Brian Carter, and many offered him drinks.

Harris took the initiative to toast Brian Carter.

“Liang, I really wasn’t trying to insult you—I just look down on the martial artist class.”

Brian Carter wanted nothing more than to slap him twice.

You say to my face that you look down on martial artists—how is that any different from insulting me?

“Let’s all raise a glass to welcome Brian Carter to the club.”

Emily Clark stood up.

“That’s right, welcome Brian Carter.”

Everyone stood up, raised their glasses, and expressed their goodwill to Brian Carter.

Brian Carter looked at Emily Clark, a bit speechless. When did I agree to join your club?

The boss of the universe’s strongest organization, joining your little club?

Where’s the dignity in that?

Emily Clark winked at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“All right, thank you, everyone…”

Brian Carter was just about to say a few words.