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"Wow, this little guy is really arrogant!"
Mike's eye twitched slightly.
If the person in front of him had been an adult, he would have gladly shown them what a fist the size of a sandbag felt like. But since it was just a little brat, he wasn't shameless enough to bully a child.
The chubby girl let out a soft huff, like a victorious warrior—or rather, a hamster struggling to lift its chin in triumph. She turned and strutted toward the cafeteria exit.
Mike shook his head.
Kids like this... what a handful.
With a sigh, he stretched lazily as the girl turned to leave. And just so happened—yes, purely by coincidence—his foot ended up right in her path.
Thud!
The chubby girl hit the ground, stunned for a moment before bursting into wailing sobs.
Mike, holding Gwen in his arms, stood to the side as if he had nothing to do with it.
The girl rolled on the floor, pointing at Mike and crying, "You bullied me! Waaaah!"
Mike blinked and said, "Kid, get your facts straight. You stepped on me."
"You did it on purpose! You bullied me!"
She bawled even louder, flailing like a piglet being dragged away.
"What's going on here?"
At that moment, a male teacher walked over, frowned at Mike, and said, "You're a parent—how could you do something like this?"
"Watch what you say. And... oh? Your eyes aren't blind all of a sudden?"
Mike's voice was calm.
This guy had been in the cafeteria the whole time—had he really not seen anything?
The teacher glared at Mike, seething. "You—!"
"You what? And you call yourself a teacher?"
"I'm going to—"
"I'm going straight to the principal!"
Mike took the initiative, holding Gwen as he strode toward the principal's office.
The teacher was momentarily stunned before hastily following. The chubby girl scrambled to her feet and rolled after them, crying, "I'm telling Grandpa Principal on you!"
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### Principal's Office
Gwen looked at Mike, a bit worried.
Mike, however, smiled and patted her head. "It's fine."
Then, he turned to the principal.
The old man's gaze flicked between the furious male teacher, the bawling chubby girl, and the calm Mike.
"Sir, what exactly is going on here?"
"No need for explanations—just call the girl's parents," Mike said coolly. He was much better at dealing with parents than teachers.
The principal rubbed his temples. This chubby girl's father happened to be one of the school's shareholders, which only made things more complicated.
The male teacher chimed in, "I've already informed Miss Pompeo's father. He'll be here soon."
At those words, the principal froze, then turned on the teacher with an angry glare. "Who told you to do that?!"
Pompeo was a troublesome man.
Now, not only was this parent in for trouble, but the principal himself was too.
The teacher chuckled nervously. "Isn't it protocol to have both sets of parents present when there's a conflict?"
The principal shot the teacher a sharp look but sighed in resignation. "Fine. Let's wait for Mr. Pompeo, then."
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Half an Hour Later
A man with a face full of fat, hair slicked back with enough gel to shine, and an aura of sheer arrogance strode into the office, chomping on a cigar.
"Daddy!"
The chubby girl squealed in delight, running into his arms. Then, without missing a beat, she dramatically pointed at Mike and Gwen. "It's them!"
Pompeo exhaled a thick puff of smoke, his beady eyes flashing with malice. He turned to the principal.
"Expel them immediately. Call the police and have this man arrested—say he was plotting something against the kids at this school."
The principal forced a dry chuckle. "That's a bit excessive, isn't it? This is just a misunderstanding between children—"
"Shut up!" Pompeo cut him off coldly. "If you don't handle this, then you can pack your things and leave!"
The principal fell silent, torn between his position and the demands of this insufferable shareholder.
Meanwhile, the male teacher quickly chimed in, "I can testify against him!"
Pompeo nodded in satisfaction before turning to Mike. "Do you understand your fate now?"
Mike sighed.
Yep, exactly what I expected…
Parents like this? No wonder their kids turned out this way.
He gently placed Gwen down and told her, "Wait for me outside."
Gwen nodded and stepped out of the office.
Pompeo smirked.
Sending the kid away? Was this guy about to beg for mercy?
He had seen this pathetic act countless times.
But the next moment—
Mike stood up, smiled at Pompeo, and, under the shocked gazes of the principal and teacher, swung his fist straight into Pompeo's jaw.
CRACK!
The cigar, along with several loose teeth, shot out from his quivering jowls, flying through the air.
Dazed, Pompeo stumbled back two steps before crashing onto the floor, stunned.
"You—!"
The Male Teacher Trembled in Fear
The male teacher stared at Mike, his face pale with fear.
Mike smiled at him, then strode forward and delivered a punch that sent him sprawling, his wails echoing like a pig being slaughtered.
Then, Mike turned his gaze toward the principal.
The principal shrank back, forcing an awkward smile.
Mike let out a soft scoff, grabbed the old man's head, and slammed it down onto the desk with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious.
Dusting off his hands, Mike looked over at the chubby girl, who was now frozen in terror. Flashing her a grin, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
As soon as the call connected, he spoke. "Oliver? I'm at Gwen's school. Ran into a little trouble."
"...Alright, I'll wait for you."
Ending the call, Mike retrieved a card from his pocket.
Name: Professor X
Character Description: A powerful telepath.
Note: Let's communicate with our minds.
As soon as the card vanished, a ghostly figure materialized behind Mike—a bald man seated in a wheelchair, his wise gaze locked ahead.
The next moment, the spectral image dissolved into specks of light and surged into Mike's body.
Mike turned his attention back to Pompeo.
A guy like this had undoubtedly been involved in plenty of illegal dealings. He'd make sure Oliver got the full story out of him.
With a flicker of his gaze, an invisible psychic force invaded the minds of the three unconscious men in the office.
He didn't control them or alter their memories. Instead, he simply implanted one command—when Oliver arrived, they would voluntarily confess every crime they had ever committed. And when questioned by other officers, they would remain completely honest.
Satisfied, Mike opened the office door and stepped outside to sit with Gwen.
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Moments Later
Oliver came rushing in, his eyes scanning Gwen for any injuries. Seeing that she was fine, he exhaled in relief, then turned to Mike with a puzzled look.
Mike simply gestured toward the office.
Without another word, Oliver walked inside.
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Ten Minutes Later
Oliver emerged from the office, his expression grave. He shot Mike a questioning look.
"What the hell happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are they suddenly confessing to every crime they've ever committed?" Oliver's voice was filled with disbelief.
Mike shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they had a moment of conscience."
Oliver narrowed his eyes but didn't press further. "You and Gwen can go. I'll handle the rest."
Compared to the list of crimes Pompeo had just confessed to, a schoolyard scuffle was laughably insignificant.
"Thanks, man."
Mike scooped up Gwen in his arms.
Oliver looked at him seriously. "No, I should be thanking you."
This was a career-making bust for him.
"Thank me for what?" Mike grinned, turning to leave with Gwen.
(End of Chapter)