The driver was already waiting in the car, dressed in black with sunglasses—one of the bodyguards hired by The Bennett Family. At any other time, I would have gladly jumped at the chance to experience the concept car’s superb performance, but today was not the day...

I waved my hand at the driver. “Go take a break, I’ll use my own car.”

My car was the “Iron Duke” that had been mocked by The Bennett Family’s servants—slow, sluggish, high energy consumption. Its only advantage was that it could at least float in midair, allowing it to be labeled as a hovercar and sold at a sky-high price.

For me, its other benefit was the ample room for modifications. When I had a bad feeling, unless I had a main battle tank from the Huaxia Army at my side, I would always choose my Iron Duke.

When I drove the Iron Duke out of the garage, the faces of the The Bennett Family people didn’t look too pleased.

Was it because their proud concept car had just been snubbed by my chugging Iron Duke?

Not long after leaving the floating platform, I followed the map given to me by the butler, gradually moving away from the center of Tianjing City, heading toward a remote corner in the north of the city. The prestigious girls’ school where The Bennett Family’s Little Sister studied was located on the outskirts—perhaps to distinguish it from the public schools in the city?

As I drove, the noise faded away, the cold steel forest left behind, and the green shade of nature spread out before me. At the end of my view was an artificial lake, and on its shore stood a cluster of Western-style buildings with a classical charm—my destination, a renowned aristocratic girls’ academy.

Speaking of girls’ academies, I remember back in college, Ethan Ford and I used to fantasize about their wonders, imagining the blooming lilies as pure and beautiful. But when we actually saw a string of luxury sports cars lined up outside the gates of a famous girls’ school, we suddenly understood—economically, this is called industry concentration.

The Bennett Family’s Little Sister’s aristocratic girls’ academy was naturally different, inheriting the strict, convent-style management of centuries past, enforcing nearly harsh discipline on every student to cultivate the poise and demeanor expected of nobility. How effective the academy’s teaching was, or whether the students could truly become qualified aristocrats, I had no way of knowing... But it was said that Grace BennettMiss Bennett had graduated from here, so at the very least, it was clear this academy was quite good at producing the “repressed and reserved” type.

Let’s hope The Bennett Family’s Little Sister isn’t a younger version of Grace Bennett.

The Iron Duke drove past the artificial lake, turned a corner on the pristine road, and the academy gates came into view. There was a quiet plaza at the entrance, with more than a dozen hovercars of various models parked—each one worth several times more than the Iron Duke. Clearly, these were drivers, like me, here to pick up students... Judging by the number of hovercars, there weren’t many day students; The Bennett Family’s Little Sister seemed to be an exception.

The Iron Duke squeezed into the fleet of luxury cars, instantly ruining the quiet and elegant atmosphere at the gate. Even through the car window, I could feel several unfriendly gazes shooting my way. Sigh, excessive engine noise is a common problem with low-end hovercars—not really my fault.

The two security guards at the gate exchanged a glance and walked toward the Iron Duke. I sighed inwardly: Here comes trouble.

Chapter 5: The Con Artists on the Home Planet Are Really Not Professional Enough

The burly security guards were perhaps the only male creatures in this girls’ academy. They carried high-voltage batons and stun guns, beating any same-gender animal that tried to approach to a pulp. They were employees of the aristocratic academy, showing no favoritism to anyone. Many wealthy merchants and even political celebrities had been shot by their stun guns—this was Grace BennettMiss Bennett’s well-intentioned warning to me.

The two security guards approached and knocked on my car window.

“Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”

The security guard’s face suddenly twisted.

Did I say something wrong...?

“Brat, get your junk car out of here. This isn’t a place for riffraff.”

I could read this from the guard’s eyes, but their professionalism made them choose a more tactful approach.

“Sir, please don’t cause trouble for those around you. Could you park your car somewhere else?”

“Oh, no, I can’t.”

“……”

The two security guards’ expressions gradually froze.

“Sir, our professional code requires us to be polite to everyone... but only once. Now, get out of here. Your junk car is in the way.”

Is the Iron Duke really that offensive?

I glanced back at the thick black smoke billowing from the tailpipe, thoroughly puzzled.

One of the guards had already pulled out a metal baton, tapping lightly on the car door. “Please hurry up... This is the last time I’ll say ‘please.’”

I looked up at that chiseled face—up close, it was even more intimidating. If you added a big beard, it would be the perfect ghost pirate captain—wait, a beard!?

Suddenly, I started to understand.

These two tall, muscular, Terminator-like security guards were, biologically speaking, female.

There were no male creatures at the aristocratic girls’ academy.

Looking again at that macho face, three thoughts suddenly surged in my mind.

First, punch that ghostly face into a pulp and bring back my beautiful, sunny sky.

Second, take out my phone and snap a picture to post online, so netizens could make protective talismans out of it.