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Chapter 344: 344: Old Classmate

He promptly opened the news article.

The first thing he noticed was a pinned ranking list.

This list contained ten names, which represented Pyro’s predicted top ten individuals in the Martial Arts Ranking List.

Ignacio Burke and someone named Jackson Harris were tied as Pyro’s number one.

While the second spot was a person named Harold Rhodes.

The third position belonged to Bryce Blair from the Blair family.

The fourth spot belonged to Dominic Taylor from the Taylor family. Dominic Taylor was Kylan Taylor’s son, also a genius in Capital City.

As for Bryce Blair, he was Dexter Blair’s uncle.

Almost all the individuals dominating this list were from top-ranking families across the country.

Aside from Ignacio Burke and Jackson Harris, the rest were all backed by powerful families with abundant resources.

As he scrolled down, he found another ranking list.

This list ranked the young generation in Pyro.

At the top of the list was none other than Kylan Taylor’s son, Dominic Taylor!

It was rumored that he was the number one genius in Capital City Martial Arts, having stepped into the Grandmasters Realm in his teens! His current power level was simply incalculable!

Continuing down the list, Ethan quickly found Dexter Blair’s name.

He was ranked fifth and had maintained this position for many years.

Ethan Smith stroked his chin, couldn’t help but think to himself, “If I beat

Dexter Blair, then I would be fifth.”

This would make Ethan the only young man to break into the rankings from the bottom.

“Ethan Smith?”

Just as Ethan was lost in thought, someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned around and saw a young man in a suit.

This young man looked vaguely familiar, but Ethan couldn’t remember who he was for the moment.

“How come, don’t you remember me? I’m Chad Russell.” the young man said.

Hearing this name, Ethan remembered.

“You’re my…college classmate?” Ethan ventured.

Chad Russell sneered, “Wow, you really do forget things quickly, don’t you?” Ethan quickly stood up, apologising, “I’m sorry, I have a bad memory.”

“It’s okay, meeting here is fate, and it happens that a few of us college mates who are trying our luck in Capital City are having a dinner gathering upstairs. Come join us,” Chad Russell insisted, dragging Ethan along.

Ethan didn’t really want to go. His antisocial personality during college meant he didn’t have good relationships with his classmates.

In fact, many people used to bully him because of his reclusive nature.

The college years were not a pleasant memory for Ethan.

“Let’s go, we bump into each other, it won’t be right if we don’t sit together and chat,” Chad kept urging Ethan.

Unable to refuse the insistent invitation, Ethan had to agree.

He followed Chad upstairs to a small private room.

As soon as they pushed open the door to the private room, Chad excitedly shouted, “Everyone, look who’s here!”

All eyes in the room immediately turned to Ethan.

Ethan cast his eyes over the people in the room, his brow slightly furrowing.

There weren’t many people in the room. Including Chad and Ethan, there were only five.

Among the remaining three, however, Ethan knew them all too well.

Back then, they were the core members of the student council, but as members of the student council, they never lent a hand to Ethan, instead, they often oppressed and bullied him.

Bitter college life for Ethan was largely due to these few people.

“Oh, Ethan Smith? What are you doing here?” said the one who used to be the president of the student council, Timothy Miller.

Timothy Miller, being tall and powerful, was extremely smooth-talking and slippery. He mixed in well at school and was the one who bullied Ethan the most.

“Come, come, quick sit down,” Timothy Miller instructed, pulling Ethan to a seat.

Ethan didn’t say anything and sat down next to Timothy Miller.

“Who would’ve thought, Ethan, you’ve also come to Capital City to try your luck,” Timothy Miller said, chuckling.

“Yeah, Ethan, what’s your job in Capital City?” Chad asked.

“Why else would he be here if not for a waiter job?” someone jeered beside him.

“Haha, don’t look down on waiters. Heard they make quite a salary, seven to eight thousand a month!”

Ignoring their mockery, Ethan countered, “So what do you do?”

Timothy Miller seemed a bit proud when he said, “Hmm, I’m a high-level executive in the company now. My monthly salary isn’t much, it’s around twenty thousand.”

“Moreover, I have a really good relationship with our boss. We treat each other like brothers.”

After he said this, Timothy Miller intentionally took out his Mercedes-Benz key and placed it on the table.

Others around him also added, “That’s right, Timothy’s a favored one of the boss now! All of us got our jobs thanks to him!”

“Ethan, we’re all elite management in the company now!” Chad also sounded quite proud.

It became clear to Ethan that Chad had called him over to satisfy their pathetic sense of pride.

“Ah, during our school time, we had the capabilities to manage. This ability has determined our future paths.” Timothy said smugly.

Ethan shot him a glance and sneered, “Management abilities? More like bootlicking abilities, right? You’ve licked a lot of people’s dirty feet to sit where you are now, haven’t you?

“It is impressive how you manage to glory in the act of kissing someone else’s dirty feet.”

Timothy’s expression changed, he retorted angrily, “Even licking someone’s dirty feet calls for specific skills! I suppose you’re envious?

“Envious? Envious of you guys groveling and sucking up every day? Envious of you being treated like dogs in front of others?” Ethan sneered.

“Sorry, but I’m not envious of your life at all.”

A fury ignited in Timothy, he slammed the table, shouting, “Ethan Smith, what gives a lousy waiter like you the right to yell at me?”

“When did I ever say I was a waiter?” Ethan glanced at them.

“Besides, even waiters earn their keep themselves — how can that be worse than what you do?”

Timothy scorned, “If you’re not a waiter, then what are you? A dishwasher? Or are you here to clean toilets?”

“Oh! As I recall, back in college, Ethan Smith was quite the toilet cleaner, wasn’t he?”

“Haha, that’s his professional skill! We can’t even compare to him when it comes to toilet cleaning!”

Everyone in the room burst into raucous laughter. Ethan looked at them and said coldly, “I’m your daddy.”

At these words, the room suddenly fell silent.

Timothy narrowed his eyes, “You didn’t get enough of a beating back in college,

huh?”