Quentin Harper looked at the newly arrived young man.

Shawn Rowe.

An elite student of Qingyuan Academy, ranked among the top ten, holding the sixth position.

“Sorry for breaking your things. I’m sure Senior Harper is wealthy enough not to mind.”

Shawn Rowe said calmly.

As he spoke, right in front of Quentin Harper, he picked up another crystal goblet symbolizing the honor of first place in the swordsmanship competition, then let go, letting it crash to the floor...

“Crack!”

The crystal goblet shattered into four pieces.

“Isn’t that right, senior Quentin Harper?”

Shawn Rowe said.

Though he addressed him as “senior,” the indifference in his tone, the sense of entitlement, the condescending gaze—anyone could see this was the deepest mockery of Quentin Harper.

For a moment, everyone stared curiously at Quentin Harper, waiting to see how he would respond.

Especially Jonathan Goodwin, whose face had just been beaten almost beyond recognition, his eyes filled with resentment.

“Would it matter if I did mind?”

“Of course. At least we’d try to keep it down, so the whole building wouldn’t hear.”

Shawn Rowe said playfully.

“Oh.”

Quentin Harper replied calmly, then added, “Please, go on.”

“Hm!?”

A hint of amused interest appeared on Shawn Rowe’s otherwise indifferent face. He then turned to William Quinn and the other person in the room, saying, “Since our top expert Quentin Harper of Qingyuan Academy has chosen to ignore this, what are you two waiting for?”

“Heh, Senior Harper, you really have a lot of poise.”

With that, William Quinn strode into Quentin Harper’s room. No longer content with just breaking things, he drew his sharp sword and slashed directly at the wardrobe on the wall.

“Bang!”

The wardrobe splintered.

Sword light flashed, and all the clothes inside were shredded to rags.

“I’m sure Senior Harper won’t mind this either, right?”

After wantonly destroying the wardrobe, William Quinn turned to Quentin Harper, looking him up and down with a sneer.

Quentin Harper’s response was just two words.

“Go on!”

“You think I won’t?”

William Quinn swung his sword again, true energy flowing. The bookshelf was smashed, and all the books on it were shredded to pieces by the sword light.

“I bet Senior Harper won’t get angry about this either?”

“Go on.”

“Bang!”

The bed was smashed to pieces.

“How about now?”

“Go on.”

“Rip!”

Some famous calligraphy, paintings, and sword manuals were all torn apart.

“That’s fine too, right?”

“Go on.”

...

In the room, item after item—decorations, practical belongings—were all destroyed under the swords of William Quinn and another student, Eric Yates.

Soon, the entire dorm room was a complete mess. At a glance, the floor was littered with broken clothes, books, furniture, and personal items. There wasn’t a single intact item left.

“So this is Qingyuan Academy’s number one swordsman? Pah.”

Some of the onlooking students, seeing Quentin Harper remain unmoved, couldn’t help but spit in contempt.

“If it were me, even if I couldn’t win, I’d still fight them! The so-called top expert of Qingyuan Academy? What a coward!”

Those who had arrived earlier and witnessed what happened to Jonathan Goodwin didn’t mock him aloud, but even their gazes toward Quentin Harper now carried a hint of disdain.

“Clap, clap, clap.”

Seeing that everything that could be destroyed had been, Shawn Rowe clapped his hands, looking at Quentin Harper with exaggerated admiration: “Good! Good! Truly worthy of being Qingyuan Academy’s top expert. The top expert, living up to the name—the number one coward, hahaha!”

Quentin Harper looked at the laughing Shawn Rowe, a faint smile on his own face.

“Are you done smashing things?”

“We’re done. I wonder if Senior Harper has any advice for us?”

“No advice. It’s just that, since you’ve destroyed so many of my personal belongings, shouldn’t we talk about compensation? I’m a bit short on money lately.”

Quentin Harper’s tone was as calm as ever.

“Short on money?”

“Compensation?”

Shawn Rowe, William Quinn, and Eric Yates exchanged glances. Soon, William Quinn stepped forward and said with a laugh, “Short on money, of course you are. We all know Senior Harper is short on money. Since you brought up compensation, we certainly won’t treat you unfairly. After all, we’re classmates.”

As he spoke, a copper coin appeared in his hand.

“One copper coin, that should be enough, right?”

“Senior William Quinn, no need to be so stingy. One copper coin isn’t even enough for a steamed bun. Out of the kindness of my heart, I’ll add another one—two copper coins, enough for a meal. Quentin Harper, shouldn’t you thank me?”

Eric Yates stepped forward as well, pulling out a copper coin from his pocket, mocking without restraint.

“Clink!”

But before he could even hold it for a moment, he let go, letting it fall to the ground and roll to a stop at his feet. “Oops, my hand slipped. Could you pick it up yourself? Thanks.”