Lost in regret, Yvonne Foster didn’t notice that his personality had already changed greatly compared to before. In his previous life, no matter how valuable something he picked up was, he would never hesitate to return it to its owner, nor would he regret it afterward. On one hand, it was due to his nature; on the other, so-called wealth meant nothing to him. But after coming to this world, with the warmth and bonds of family, he truly changed a lot.

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With his head hanging low, Yvonne Foster passed by the entrance of an alley and suddenly heard the sounds of a fight coming from inside, mixed with a voice he was extremely familiar with.

It was his cousin Daniel Thompson. That guy was definitely bullying someone again. But shouldn’t he be keeping vigil for his father today? Yvonne Foster couldn’t help but curiously look into the alley, and sure enough, he saw a strange-looking boy, about fifteen years old, with two small black horns on his head, being surrounded and beaten by a dozen or so boys dressed in white mourning clothes. Among them was Yvonne Foster’s cousin, Daniel Thompson.

Calling it a beating might not be quite accurate, because the side with more people wasn’t actually winning—the strange boy was. The strange boy’s unarmed combat skills were clearly far superior to those of his attackers. He darted among them like a butterfly weaving through flowers, his agile movements leaving the group with no chance to use any spells. Moreover, he held back when striking, mostly hitting spots that, while painful, weren’t vital.

Poor cousin, he’s finally met his match this time. The scene before him made Yvonne Foster gloat, and all the frustration he’d built up vanished. Watching his cousin get thrashed, Yvonne Foster had no intention of stepping in to help. He’d long been annoyed by this troublemaking cousin, and the fact that the guy was causing a scene just a day after his father’s death made it all the more fitting for him to get a lesson. Besides, judging by the boy’s measured attacks, nothing serious should happen.

But just as he turned to leave, things changed. One of the boys secretly pulled out a talisman from his clothes, chanted a few activation words, and threw it to the ground. Because the move was so well hidden, the strange boy didn’t notice at first, and by the time he realized, it was too late to stop it.

The talisman burned to ash in midair, and then a giant stone hand suddenly burst from the ground, tightly grabbing the strange boy’s leg. The boys in mourning clothes were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, swarming forward to punch and kick him. Unable to break free from the grip on his leg, the strange boy could only cover his head to protect himself as he was beaten.

“It’s actually a B-level Stone Dragon Binding spell!” Yvonne Foster was shocked, and his previously improved mood darkened again. Just the price of that B-level talisman was about half a month’s salary for his parents. Did that boy’s parents really have so much money that they could let their kid play with something like this? Comparing yourself to others really is infuriating.

Sighing, Yvonne Foster shook his head and decided it was better to stop them. It wasn’t that he wanted to play the hero, but seeing how their attacks were getting more and more reckless, he feared someone might actually get killed if he didn’t intervene!

“Hey! Stop it! Don’t you know when enough is enough?” Yvonne Foster walked into the alley, first trying to reason with them, but clearly, no one appreciated his good intentions—almost none of them even turned around. Only Daniel Thompson, hearing his cousin’s voice, changed his expression and reluctantly stepped aside. For some reason, he’d always been unusually afraid of his cousin, who was three years younger, especially after accidentally witnessing Yvonne Foster’s terrifying strength two years ago. That fear had since turned into admiration.

Well, there’s no helping it. Since talking didn’t work, the only thing left is to use force—and I could use a little stress relief anyway. With that thought, Yvonne Foster grinned darkly, loosened up his joints, and then charged into the crowd at full speed. Yvonne Foster’s close combat skills were far beyond those of the strange boy, and his attacks were much more ruthless. So, in less than a minute, every one of the boys was lying on the ground groaning in pain. Although Yvonne Foster still held back a bit, he wasn’t about to let those who dared ignore him off easy—they’d be hurting for a while, that was certain.

After dealing with the group, Yvonne Foster shot a glare at his cousin Daniel Thompson, made a gesture meaning “I’ll deal with you later,” and then walked over to the strange boy. He smashed the stone hand binding the boy with force and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Haha! I’m fine, I’m used to it. Thanks to you this time, otherwise I’d have been beaten badly. Oh, my name is Chad Sullivan, can you tell me yours?” To Yvonne Foster’s surprise, the boy with the cute little horns on his head showed no anger or grievance after being ganged up on. Instead, he gave a hearty smile. But when he said “I’m used to it,” the flash of resentment and sadness in his eyes didn’t escape Yvonne Foster’s notice. For a split second, this boy gave Yvonne Foster a very familiar feeling, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.