"First I'll KO you, then I'll go KO that guy from the other school—KO him until he calls me Daddy!" Ben Chen boasted loudly as he gripped his baseball bat, trying to swing it with all his might.
But no matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn’t budge.
In the end, Ben’s face turned beet red from straining, but he still couldn’t move the bat an inch.
Only then did Ben notice that everyone around him had gone silent, just staring at him.
From the crowd’s perspective, at some point a skinny teen had appeared behind Ben Chen. He casually reached out and grabbed the end of Ben’s bat, freezing it in place like time had stopped.
It didn’t look like he was using any real strength—after all, how much force could one hand have?
Ben’s bat was custom-made and ridiculously heavy, but somehow, things just got weird.
The teen still looked totally relaxed, like he wasn’t even trying.
With everyone watching, Ben assumed they were laughing at him. His face soured, and he took a deep breath, gathering his strength for one last go at swinging the bat free.
At that exact moment, the teen holding the bat let go. Ben, caught off guard by the sudden release, stumbled forward face-first, eating pavement in front of everyone—classic wipeout.
"Damn! Who the hell messed with me?!"
Ben, embarrassed and burning up, scrambled to his feet with the bat and spun around, glaring at the unfamiliar teen behind him. His temper flared even hotter: "You little punk, was it you screwing with me?"
He pointed the bat right at Evan Lin’s face, looking totally savage.
But to his surprise, Ben didn’t see a hint of fear on the teen’s face. Instead, Evan Lin stared at him for a moment, then said calmly, "Your forehead’s missing a bit of life, but there’s a spark in your eyes. I’m guessing you were oxygen-deprived at birth—brain development must’ve lagged."
"You really do have brain damage."
Just a couple of lines from Evan Lin and Ben’s face went from dark to pale. Some of the crowd couldn’t help laughing.
Ben’s always been awkward at school, and even his trash talk to Hugh Hu just now was pretty forced.
People have always joked behind his back that Ben’s got a screw loose, but only this kid dared say it to his face.
"You’re the one with brain damage! Your whole family’s got brain damage! I get it now, you’re that outsider, right? With that face, you call yourself a monster? Monster my ass—let’s see it! Come on, let’s see if I can’t beat you till you call me Daddy! Come on, let’s throw down!"
Ben stomped forward, swinging his bat, all puffed up like a fighting rooster.
As soon as Evan spoke, Hugh Hu and the others all turned to look at him.
Hugh Hu thought Ben's whole self-destructive act was nuts—he'd never dare to go that far himself.
That night, this guy right here had caught a Desert Eagle bullet bare-handed!
How strong do you have to be to pull off something like that?
But Evan just glanced at Ben Chen’s pathetic, desperate look and shook his head: "Not interested in beating you. Besides, I promised someone I wouldn’t throw hands at school for now."
You don’t even have the qualifications to get beaten by me.
Evan’s voice was totally chill.
Not qualified to be beaten.
The moment Evan said that, Ben Chen froze, and the crowd’s jaws collectively dropped.
"Is this kid for real? He’s got nothing in his hands, while Ben’s still holding that monster bat. Who knows who’ll smack who—he’s got guts to talk like that!" someone snickered.
"He’s just bluffing, scared Ben’ll beat him into tears. That’s why he’s making up that ‘I promised someone not to fight at school’ excuse—he’s chicken, plain and simple!" another kid mocked.
The crowd buzzed with debate and excitement at Evan’s words.
Hugh Hu’s expression was strange—he looked like he was putting pieces together.
Ben, meanwhile, curled his lip and went full savage: "If you’re scared, just say so! But you already said it, so I gotta smack you till you call me Daddy!"
With that, he charged forward.
He swung the baseball bat at Evan’s head with a sharp, decisive motion.
But Evan just stood there, not even thinking about dodging.
It wasn’t until the bat was right in front of him that Evan reached out, grabbed it, and snatched it from Ben’s hands like it was nothing.
Ben Chen was left staring blankly, eyes wide and mind blown.
He was still two steps away from Evan, but somehow—just like that—the bat was gone from his hands.
Now the bat was in Evan’s hand, its tip pointed straight at Ben’s face.
Cold sweat broke out on Ben’s forehead, and his brain was still foggy.
He’d thought he was about to get knocked out, but what he didn’t expect was that this guy didn’t even plan to hit him.
"I’m not interested in beating up someone whose brain’s busted."
Evan gripped one end of the bat with one hand and the other end with his other hand. In front of Ben and everyone else, he applied just a little force.
The next second—
Everyone watched as Ben’s custom, super-tough bat was twisted into a perfect ring by the teen’s simple grip.
The ends of the bat met, and Evan just bent it into a circle!
"How much strength does it take to do that...?"
The whole crowd was stunned.
Ben’s head was drenched in cold sweat. He swallowed hard, sensing danger just two steps away.
Staring at the ring-shaped bat in front of him felt like a nightmare.
Especially since Evan looked totally calm, like he hadn’t used any effort at all.
"This necklace’s yours."
Evan said it flatly, then hung the ring-shaped bat around Ben’s neck for everyone to see.
"You wanted to make me call you Daddy, huh?"
That’s a bit tough—I’ve literally never said ‘Daddy’ in my life.
But I don’t think you’ll mind. Go ahead and kneel down and sing ‘Conquer’—I mean, I did give you a present, right?
Evan looked at Ben, his tone flat as ever.
With that, Evan just walked right past him—no violence, just keeping his promise.
He said no fighting at school, so no fighting it is.
But the second Evan walked past, Ben’s legs went weak and he collapsed, bawling as he started singing ‘Conquer.’
"I’ve been conquered by you! All my escape routes are cut off!"
Ben sang through tears, full of terror, belting out the chorus.
"That’s seriously awful..." Evan muttered, frowning slightly.
Hearing that, Ben jumped in fright, stopped singing, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Daddy!"