"Senior, what were you saying just now?"
Sam seed not to have heard clearly, as Isabella's voice was very soft and was drowned out by the howling wind.
It wasn't clear.
Isabella smiled suddenly.
"Nothing much, by the way... how did they react?"
Sam thought for a mont, then shook his head.
"There wasn't any particular reaction."
Isabella chuckled, "Indeed, they wouldn't think their superpowers are inferior to others. They are girls who don't like to bow down, after all. That's youth for you."
Isabella expressed such a sentint, but Sam quickly asked, "Is that so? Then what exactly is youth?"
Sam asked this perennial question of adolescence, which might be understood with age, but so people might never recall what their youth was really like—its color, its form.
Isabella tilted her head slightly, smiling at Sam.
"I don't know, maybe you'll have to find the answer yourself. But... I think your youth is definitely more exciting than most people's."
"You always like to speak in such vague terms."
Sam sighed.
Why can't people be more straightforward with each other? Like him, speaking openly about everything.
Isabella walked over with a smile.
"Alright, enjoy everything you're supposed to enjoy. The sunlight today is quite nice."
The midday sunlight was bright.
It was indeed the warst mont of the day, and even the cold breeze felt much gentler.
Isabella passed by without leaving more traces.
The lingering scent seed like the final signal.
Sam watched her figure as she walked away, staying at the window sill until it was almost ti for class.
Today was another day without club activities, perhaps just as Isabella had said, she hoped people would digest her situation a bit more.
Sam felt it wasn't necessary, though. Even though he had been quite busy these days, both Angel and Sophie were girls with strong ntal fortitude, capable of resolving many issues on their own, not the type to be helpless when faced with problems.
After school, Sam quickly left the school. Angel knew he needed to spend ti with Ava these days, so she didn't demand his constant company.
"Hey, hey, hey! Sam, wait up!"
Just as Sam had left the academic building and was heading towards the school gate, a voice suddenly called out from behind him.
Sam found the voice sowhat familiar. Turning around, he saw... indeed, a very familiar person.
It was Asher.
"Phew... finally caught up with you."
Asher stood in front of Sam, taking a deep breath.
Sam looked at him suspiciously.
"From what you're saying... were you planning to ambush at the school gate?"
"Eh? Of course not, I wouldn't dare!"
Asher quickly conceded, especially realizing he was no match for this young man.
"So what's up?"
Sam and Asher, along with a few others, didn't have much of a deep relationship; their acquaintance was limited to being able to call out each other's nas.
Asher stepped closer and whispered into Sam's ear as if sharing a secret.
"Sam... be careful these days, I heard the Fifth Street Saints are looking for soone."
Hearing the na Fifth Street Saints, Sam imdiately rembered sothing—the three drunkards from the other night were from the Fifth Street Saints, shouting wildly. He had thought they might just be using a well-known na, but now it seed there might be more to it.
Interesting.
Sam kept his expression neutral as he looked at Asher.
"What about Fifth Street Saints? What does their search have to do with ?"
Because there was another question—Sam hadn't revealed his na initially, how could they find him? And how did Asher know about it?
Asher seed to understand Sam's point, saying uncertainly,
"It's said that a few days ago, a student provoked soone from the Fifth Street Saints... but didn't leave a na. They later deduced from so physical features that it might be a student from this area, mainly because there was a very specific clue."
"What?"
"Very handso..."
"..."
Sam was montarily at a loss for words.
Well, being handso has beco a cri!
He frowned slightly at Asher.
"How do you know all this? Are you still hanging out with those people?"
Asher imdiately shook his head.
"How could I! I've had no contact with them for a long ti, and I've been behaving so well that I could qualify for a scholarship!"
"How many subjects did you fail in the last test?"
"All of them."
Really, a scholarship for that?
Then Asher explained, "Just today, a friend suddenly ca to , saying the Fifth Street Saints are offering a reward for information, and it's a handso sum, so he asked . Of course, I didn't tell them that the handsost guy in our school is you."
"Isn't it?"
Sam asked suspiciously.
Asher was thrown off. Really, was that the point?! Compared to safety, is being handso more important?
"Uh... that's not the issue."
"Seems so. So you think it's very likely they're looking for ?"
Seeing Sam's reaction, Asher beca uncertain.
"Maybe... they got the wrong person?"
"No, it's ."
"..."
"Really, it's you? How did you get involved with the Fifth Street Saints!" Asher said tremulously.
"Are the Fifth Street Saints that powerful?" Sam inquired.
Seeing Sam's nonchalant attitude, Asher beca even more anxious.
"Of course they're powerful! You should know what Fifth Street in Kuhang is like... it's already a complex place with many gangs. But the Fifth Street Saints, a gang that has risen in recent years, has managed to establish a foothold in Fifth Street and even extend their reach to our school.
People say they have a deep background, possibly nurtured by so political figures, and taking over half of Fifth Street wouldn't be a small feat. This isn't just any small gang!"
This indeed sounded serious. The Fifth Street Saints did have so capabilities, and it seed the situation might be more severe than Sam had thought.
"Wait, you just said they're still just asking around for information, right?"
Sam suddenly spoke.
Asher nodded, looking puzzled.
For so reason, he knew this young man was from Cedarwood, having inquired about him before when they planned to confront him, thinking he was an inexperienced youth, which made them sowhat reckless.
But now, listening to him speak and seeing his expression as he discussed these matters...
He actually felt more reliable than Brody.
This was a strange feeling.
Could it really be because of his relationship with Angel?
At this mont, Sam said sothing that shocked Asher.
"You can now go and tell the people from Fifth Street Saints who I am. Take the reward."
Asher's eyes widened.
He had heard of many who fled, many who did whatever it took to escape, but he had never seen soone like Sam who seed to be courting death!
Seeing the way the Fifth Street Saints were looking for soone, especially with a bounty involved, it definitely wouldn't end well, but Asher couldn't offer a better suggestion.
Was this a test from Sam?
"I... Sam... I really didn't an that, if I had, I wouldn't have co to warn you!"
Asher hadn't expected Sam to just pat his shoulder.
"I know you didn't an it, but I'm serious, you can go tell them who I am."
"But that way..."
"Then, you can tell them that I'm willing to et and talk. Making a big deal out of it at school isn't good, right? I'm just a student, easy to handle."
Sam said this with a smile.
But Asher had never seen a more sinister smile.
This was clearly a calculation.
But what could he be calculating? Sam was just a boy from Cedarwood, how much could he really do? That was a whole gang!
What exactly was he planning?
Could it be relying on Angel's power?
That might be possible...
"You... really want to do this?"
Sam nodded, letting go.
"Just consider it a favor for ."
"...I understand." After saying this, Asher stared at Sam with a determined look, "But I won't take that reward."
This statent didn't move Sam much; he even frowned slightly.
"Asher..."
"Don't thank ."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not thanking you."
"Hmm?"
"I want you to not speak well of , be careful yourself, try not to have direct contact with them, just pass on my ssage, and act as a ssenger, that's what I an."
"Oh..."
Watching Sam walk away.
Asher scratched his head.
Why did it feel like everything went differently than he thought in front of this young man?
No... why did he feel like a little brother obeying orders in front of a boss just now?
Sam had thought it through clearly, rather than having those people make a big move to find him, it was better to use the simplest and most effective way, also to protect Isabella.
Focus the enemy's attention on himself.
Ah. Where else could you find such a quality womanizer like himself?
Sam quickly returned to the apartnt entrance.
Arriving at the entrance of the apartnt complex, he saw a luxury sedan parked at the front.
Sam had seen many luxury cars with Angel, so he didn't think the owner of this kind of car was so unattainable being, probably just a change after broadening his horizons.
But that wasn't a reason for pride.
Sam just glanced at the car and prepared to leave.
However, he didn't expect the man looking around the car to co straight over.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man."
He stopped him.
The man was probably in his thirties, maybe close to forty, dressed very gentlemanly in a suit and leather shoes, and wearing glasses that made him look refined.
But the way he looked at Sam was not very pleasant.
It was the arrogant look of soone superior looking down on soone of lower status. He was smiling, but his head was tilted up, trying to look down on him, which was quite obvious, only his height didn't allow it.
"Is there sothing?"
Sam's tone was cold.
The man was taken aback. In his daily life, neighbors, friends, subordinates would respectfully call him Manager Richard.
A kid of this age seeing him should also appear restrained, especially living in such a place, having seen what successful people look like?
Being treated so coldly, he was sowhat offended.
But he still maintained a polite smile and asked.
"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you know soone who lives here."
"Debt collector? Sorry, our teacher told us not to do things that invade privacy."
With that, Sam walked inside with his backpack.
Debt collector? Where do I look like a debt collector?! Have you seen a debt collector dressed this neatly?
This little punk, does he even know what a manager is, what a successful person is, what a high-quality male is?!
"Wait, stop... I said stop!"
When had Richard ever been treated like this? Used to being complinted, he took two steps forward and actually grabbed Sam's shoulder, trying to pull him back.
Sam frowned, he just slightly moved his shoulder, and Richard almost lost his balance and fell.
Stumbling a few steps, quite embarrassed.
Just as Richard was about to lose his temper, Sam turned around, looking at him calmly and coldly.
"What exactly do you want?"
Richard was taken aback, caught off guard, and subconsciously answered.
"I... am looking for Zoe, do you know her? She should live here..."
Sam smiled.
Just when Richard thought he finally had so clue.
The very handso young man simply said with a smile.
"I don't know her. Goodbye."
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