Chapter 288 Asking Great-Grandfather for Support
With the previous three outstanding individuals who tested aptitude as examples, Pandora, at only 18 years old, had already reached the peak of the fourth tier, while Caesar and Evan's reactions were rather mediocre.
However, Zuo Shan also managed to break through to the fourth level, which surprised them somewhat. Back when they first met her in Azure Bay, her superpower was only at the first level.
At that time, she was already 26 years old. With such talent, it would be difficult for her to break through to the fourth level in her entire life. Unexpectedly, in just over five years, she had already broken through to the fourth level.
Caesar and Evan couldn't help but speculate privately that it must have been that kid Morti who secretly gave her a lot of rare and precious materials, which is why she, such a useless person, was forced to reach the fourth rank.
However, considering that she gave birth to a future prodigy like Achen for the Lan Dun family, giving her anything more would be worthwhile.
Moreover, she will be Ah Chen's tutor from now on, accompanying him to school. Having a fourth-level superpower would be good to prevent him from being bullied by the naughty kids there.
The ability test had just ended when Morti appeared before everyone looking completely different, causing Caesar and Evan to widen their eyes in disbelief.
Is this still the same young master in their family who suffers from habitual facial paralysis and wears only two sets of dark-colored, outdated clothes a year?
The young master Modi in front of me was wearing an outfit that was clearly carefully selected. Not only was the quality excellent, but the style was also different from his usual cold and hard style.
A soft, light beige shirt was tucked into dark blue trousers, and a black leather belt accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
A few strands of soft, damp silver hair draped over his forehead added to his gentle and sexy charm.
If these are merely external adornments, then the smile that had been on his face since he entered revealed his gentle nature from within.
Even the servants in the house couldn't help but be surprised: Is this still the young master with the icy aura whose gaze often carried a chill?
"Chen, come here, let Daddy give you a hug. I haven't seen you for two whole months!" Modi was too embarrassed to express his affection for Zuo Shan, so he opened his arms to his son.
"Dad, I'm six years old now! Mommy said that six years old is a big kid and it's time to go to school."
"So you can't hug me anymore, otherwise my friends will laugh at me for being a baby who never grows up!" Ah Chen said seriously.
"Pfft, hahaha!" Everyone was amused by him.
Modi couldn't help but look at Zuo Shan, who said innocently, "I only said the first half of the sentence; he added the second half himself."
"You brat! Even if you're sixteen, I can still hug you!" Modi said, instantly teleporting to his side and freezing him into a block of ice before he could escape.
Then he circled around the ice block a few times, tried to flick it on the forehead, and then reached out through the ice to tug at its cheek.
Ah Chen struggled desperately to no avail, and could only watch helplessly as his own father ravaged him. Enraged, he screamed:
"You wait! Once I break through to the tenth level, I'll lock you up in my mental cage, then spin you around until you're dizzy and vomit!"
"Good, that's ambitious! I look forward to that day coming soon!" Modi smiled maliciously, which made the child even angrier.
Modi deliberately didn't untie him, but stood there chatting with others. In desperation, Achen condensed his mental energy into countless fine threads, even finer than molecules and invisible to the naked eye.
Fine threads penetrate through the gaps between ice molecules, reaching the outside of the ice block. Dozens of these threads are then bundled together and twisted in one direction like a rope.
Soon, the first "crack" sound was heard, and fine cracks appeared on the ice block. In just three minutes, the cracks multiplied, and the ice block finally shattered into fine ice threads, which fell to the ground.
As soon as Achen was freed, he rushed to Caesar's side and said angrily, "Great-grandfather, your grandson is bullying a six-year-old child like this, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"But didn't you just say that you're already a big kid?" Caesar asked, suppressing a laugh.
“Even though I’m a big kid now, it’s not fair that he, a ninth-level, is bullying me, a fourth-level.” Ah Chen said again.
“Under normal circumstances, a ninth-ranked person would not bully a fourth-ranked person. But he is your father. Even if he is just an ordinary person and you are a fourth-ranked person, if he wants to beat you up, you can only obediently take it,” Caesar said.
"Then try it on his grandfather. If you want to beat him, will he just have to obediently take the beating?" Ah Chen asked, his eyes darting around.
“That’s natural. When elders beat younger people, the younger people cannot retaliate; that’s filial piety. Unless the elders are malicious and want to cripple or kill the younger people, then they can retaliate,” Caesar said.
"Then please beat him up for me," Ah Chen said.
"What good would it do me if I helped you beat him up?" Caesar laughed.
"Yes, I can massage your shoulders and back every day. I'm a very good massage therapist. My mom always feels very comfortable when I massage her."
"Really, I'm not lying to you! When I give a massage, I can use my mental energy to enhance it, so not only does my body feel comfortable, but my mind does too. My mom says I'm the best masseuse in the world!" Ah Chen enthusiastically recommended himself.
"Really? I'll have to try it. Here's what we'll do: when your dad goes to eat later, you give me a massage. If it's really as good as you say, I'll beat him up for you," Caesar said with great interest.
"You brat! I've asked you to give me a massage, and you've refused even once. Now you're trying to curry favor with my grandfather with this!" Modi glared at his son.
This brat has always said since he was very young that he is his number one enemy, and that he always likes to steal his mommy from him.
Ah Chen quickly hid behind Caesar, seemingly using him as a shield.
“Grandfather, you can’t spoil him like this. You don’t know how much more mischievous he’s become these past two years. If you keep backing him up, he’ll definitely go on a rampage!” Modi complained to his grandfather.
"What? Can't I, as your grandfather, beat you?" Caesar glared at him.
“Yes, of course you can! But you’ve never laid a hand on me since I was a child,” Morty said.
“If you, as a father, can bully your own son, what’s wrong with me, as a grandfather, beating up my grandson to stretch my muscles?”
"Alright, hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, come to the living room and wait to get a beating!" Caesar waved his hand impatiently at him.
Zuo Shan watched from the side, unable to suppress his laughter. He knew it wouldn't be good to stay and watch Mo Di lose face, but he couldn't bear not to watch.
It's rare to see this man make a fool of himself, so she not only wants to watch, but also wants to secretly record a holographic video of him when he's not looking, so that it can be used as his embarrassing history in the future. How interesting that would be!
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