I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Kid! If you're unhappy with your dad, just say so. Why go through all this trouble?"

Dennis froze on the spot.

His face went from flushed to ashen in an instant, and then from ashen to deathly pale.

"President!!!"

His face was filled with anxiety, fear, and shame.

Alcott's smile vanished completely after being slapped.

Five red finger marks appeared on his left cheek at a visible speed, and the edges of the marks began to swell rapidly.

He didn't get angry immediately.

He simply squinted and stared at Evan for a few seconds.

Those eyes were filled with coldness and an indescribable depth.

[Warning: Your resistance is decreasing!]

A prompt suddenly appeared on the panel.

In an instant, Ivan felt an extraordinary peace within him, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him anymore.

But less than two seconds later, the prompt appeared again.

Your resistance has returned to normal!

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, Evan clearly saw Alcott's subtle movement with his right hand.

He raised and lowered his head slightly several times, as if he wanted to do something but held back.

In the end, he said nothing and turned away.

"Let's go."

He gave an instruction to the person next to him, his tone still calm, but clearly stiff and dry.

Then he led the long line of people behind him into the opposite carriage.

The group passed by Ivan one by one and entered the opposite carriage.

Every male member who passed by stared at him with a fierce, "just you wait" look, a look full of naked threat.

Meanwhile, the four girls beside them leaned on their male companions' shoulders with infatuated expressions, not even glancing at Evan.

Their eyes followed their male companions' jawlines, each glance filled with an almost too perfect adoration.

Watching the backs of the group, Ivan slowly smiled.

"Just as my senior brother predicted, he's a newbie."

"He can control his emotions, but it's unlikely he can."

Chapter 62: The Bloodthirsty Copper Plague and Ghouls

After all these people had disappeared, Evan leaned against the car door and reviewed the events.

"Just as experiential memory says."

He silently filed it in his mind.

"This guy is a complete weakling in close combat."

In that subtle move of using someone else's force against them, he keenly noticed Alcott's reaction.

The moment his fingers slid forward along Dennis's elbow, Alcott's expression changed.

He seemed to have sensed something.

but.

His physical strength was simply insufficient to support him in making the corresponding evasive maneuvers.

Just as he was about to dodge to the left, Dennis's slap landed on his face.

The fact that Alcott was just beginning to react, yet without any physical output, completely exposed his true condition.

Add to that the rapid swelling and redness on his tender skin after being hit, and the suppressed anger.

All of this confirms one thing.

This guy's physical strength is at most slightly higher than that of an ordinary person.

"In addition, he just used his ability to control my desire to resist."

Evan slowly sorted things out in his mind.

"Is the goal to embarrass me, or is the intention to control me directly?"

"But he only controlled himself for a moment before stopping immediately. This shows that he has some shrewdness, but not much."

"But the important thing is that he used his real skills. He wasn't just pretending."

"After all, if it weren't for the notification on my screen, I wouldn't have even realized that I had just been hit."

Thinking about this, Ivan's understanding of the monk profession reached a new level.

He originally thought that cultivators mainly controlled macro-level emotions such as the seven emotions and six desires.

Love, hate, greed, jealousy, fear—these are all emotions.

But he didn't expect it.

Even the most basic instinctive reaction of "resistance" can be silently stripped away by the cultivator's abilities.

"What if he directly eliminates my will to live..."

His back felt slightly cold.

"Wouldn't I just commit suicide on the spot?"

"If, at the most intense moment of the fight, he erases my desire to resist."

"Then wouldn't I just become a fool waiting to be beheaded?"

Ivan stood by the railing at the carriage door, his fingers unconsciously tapping the brass handrail twice.

"No wonder this guy's physical strength is so weak; his methods are truly bizarre."

He mentally reviewed the details of what had just happened.

"Judging from what just happened, this guy's casting range isn't very far. There was also a clear casting animation; his eyes changed once, and his right hand made a small movement."

"The safest way to kill him is to strike him dead in one blow."

"Or, just stay away from him."

He was thinking about the essence of unrestricted combat in a duel.

The most successful challenge is to cause trouble for your opponent before the fight even begins.

"Hand grenades, landmines, pistols, dump trucks."

"He doesn't have the immortality of the Bloodthirsty race."

"A person is killed, and they die."

Having roughly determined Alcott's abilities and personality, Evan finally had a clear picture and understanding of his opponent.

For the next two hours or so, Alcott wisely avoided approaching Hearst's carriage again.

But the harassers didn't stop.

After a group of wealthy young men left, a group of newspaper reporters from various places arrived, all wanting to go in and interview Erdin.

The newspaper reporter left, and then came the conman who impersonated a nobleman and sneaked into the VIP carriage.

The swindler is gone, but then another businessman tries to get close to him under the guise of being an "old acquaintance."

Without exception, all of these people were turned away by Ivan, who was standing at the carriage door.

"Is this what it feels like to be a vicious dog for nobles?"

He pondered this feeling in his heart.

He held his head high, looked down on everyone, and would directly rebuke anyone he didn't like.

He exuded an arrogance that had been suppressed for eighteen years.

"No wonder there are so many sycophants who have gained power in this world."

He sighed silently to himself.

"This feeling of arrogance and domineering... is actually quite enjoyable."

The progress of the copper plague finally came to a complete halt during this period.

This whole wave has increased the progress by a full 5%.

It surged from the original 0.371% to 5.371%.

"Incense burners are wonderful things! We should look at them more and learn more about them!"

Evan's lips twitched, and he was about to continue laughing to himself...

A middle-aged man dressed in a respectable three-piece suit walked down the corridor.

The man's appearance was quite ordinary. He was of medium height and slightly slender, with regular but unremarkable features, and a pair of round glasses with thin metal frames perched on his nose.

His demeanor was reserved and gentle, and he looked like a senior partner at a long-established law firm.

His right hand was holding the hand of a little girl who looked no more than ten years old.

The little girl was wearing a red plaid woven skirt, and her jet-black hair was combed into two neat braids, with white ribbons tied at the ends of the braids.

Her face was round and chubby, her skin was fair, and her eyes were big and bright.

It looks like the kind of adorable child any mother would want to reach out and touch.

Five meters behind them, at the door of the carriage, stood two other people.

A young mother, wearing a beige wool coat, gently puts her arm around a boy who looks about eight or nine years old.

The mother and child stood there quietly, their eyes lowered, seemingly making way for the passengers behind them, while subtly blocking other bystanders from getting closer.