Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Old Classmate
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This piece of news immediately caught Ethan Smithâs attention.
He promptly opened the news article.
The first thing he noticed was a pinned ranking list.
This list contained ten names, which represented Pyroâs predicted top ten individuals in the Martial Arts Ranking List.
Ignacio Burke and someone named Jackson Harris were tied as Pyroâs 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 Taylorâs son, also a genius in Capital City.
As for Bryce Blair, he was Dexter Blairâs 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 Taylorâs 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 Blairâs name.
He was ranked fifth and had maintained this position for many years.
Ethan Smith stroked his chin, couldnât help but think to himself, âIf I beat
Dexter Blair, then I would be fifth.â
This would make Ethan the only young man to break into the rankings from the bottom.
âEthan Smith?â
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 couldnât remember who he was for the moment.
âHow come, donât you remember me? Iâm Chad Russell.â the young man said.
Hearing this name, Ethan remembered.
âYouâre myâŠcollege classmate?â Ethan ventured.
Chad Russell sneered, âWow, you really do forget things quickly, donât you?â Ethan quickly stood up, apologising, âIâm sorry, I have a bad memory.â
âItâs 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,â Chad Russell insisted, dragging Ethan along.
Ethan didnât really want to go. His antisocial personality during college meant he didnât 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.
âLetâs go, we bump into each other, it wonât be right if we donât sit together and chat,â 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, âEveryone, look whoâs here!â
All eyes in the room immediately turned to Ethan.
Ethan cast his eyes over the people in the room, his brow slightly furrowing. đ»đ»đâŻđžđŠđđđžđżđźđ.đđ°đ¶
There werenât 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.
âOh, Ethan Smith? What are you doing here?â 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.
âCome, come, quick sit down,â Timothy Miller instructed, pulling Ethan to a seat.
Ethan didnât say anything and sat down next to Timothy Miller.
âWho wouldâve thought, Ethan, youâve also come to Capital City to try your luck,â Timothy Miller said, chuckling.
âYeah, Ethan, whatâs your job in Capital City?â Chad asked.
âWhy else would he be here if not for a waiter job?â someone jeered beside him.
âHaha, donât look down on waiters. Heard they make quite a salary, seven to eight thousand a month!â
Ignoring their mockery, Ethan countered, âSo what do you do?â
Timothy Miller seemed a bit proud when he said, âHmm, Iâm a high-level executive in the company now. My monthly salary isnât much, itâs around twenty thousand.â
âMoreover, I have a really good relationship with our boss. We treat each other like brothers.â
After he said this, Timothy Miller intentionally took out his Mercedes-Benz key and placed it on the table.
Others around him also added, âThatâs right, Timothyâs a favored one of the boss now! All of us got our jobs thanks to him!â
âEthan, weâre all elite management in the company now!â Chad also sounded quite proud.
It became clear to Ethan that Chad had called him over to satisfy their pathetic sense of pride.
âAh, during our school time, we had the capabilities to manage. This ability has determined our future paths.â Timothy said smugly.
Ethan shot him a glance and sneered, âManagement abilities? More like bootlicking abilities, right? Youâve licked a lot of peopleâs dirty feet to sit where you are now, havenât you?
âIt is impressive how you manage to glory in the act of kissing someone elseâs dirty feet.â
Timothyâs expression changed, he retorted angrily, âEven licking someoneâs dirty feet calls for specific skills! I suppose youâre envious?
âEnvious? Envious of you guys groveling and sucking up every day? Envious of you being treated like dogs in front of others?â Ethan sneered.
âSorry, but Iâm not envious of your life at all.â
A fury ignited in Timothy, he slammed the table, shouting, âEthan Smith, what gives a lousy waiter like you the right to yell at me?â
âWhen did I ever say I was a waiter?â Ethan glanced at them.
âBesides, even waiters earn their keep themselves â how can that be worse than what you do?â
Timothy scorned, âIf youâre not a waiter, then what are you? A dishwasher? Or are you here to clean toilets?â
âOh! As I recall, back in college, Ethan Smith was quite the toilet cleaner, wasnât he?â
âHaha, thatâs his professional skill! We canât even compare to him when it comes to toilet cleaning!â
Everyone in the room burst into raucous laughter. Ethan looked at them and said coldly, âIâm your daddy.â
At these words, the room suddenly fell silent.
Timothy narrowed his eyes, âYou didnât get enough of a beating back in college,
huh?â