Lionheart Society: I am an S-class freshman, with infinite power of words.

Fingel scratched his head: "The Night Watchers forum is going crazy right now. The school has enrolled another S-class freshman, and he's even received praise and support from Principal Angers. He's overshadowed the newcomer king, Caesar!"

Fingerton paused, swallowed hard, and continued, "And thanks to you, the betting I started on the forum made a fortune. I remember you also bet five thousand dollars, and according to the odds, your winnings this time... tripled!"

Lin Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He had staked five thousand dollars on it, betting that someone would be born to surpass Caesar.

Now that they've won the bet, they've gotten back $20,000, including their initial investment and profits!

This made Fingel envious. He had only planned to open a betting platform to earn some commission, and he had reluctantly invested one hundred yuan.

Although their profits tripled, it was still nothing compared to Lin Chen's!

Fingel was filled with astonishment: "No wonder you spent five thousand dollars so easily. I thought you were just throwing money around. I didn't expect this to be an open-book exam for you!"

Lin Chen looked at the balance in his phone account with satisfaction: "Tell me, what do you want to eat, pork knuckle or roast turkey?"

Fingel almost knelt down to Lin Chen again, but he didn't stop talking: "Roast goose is fine, preferably with caviar and foie gras!"

Lin Chen ordered the food with an air of dominance, while Fingel cast a fawning glance his way throughout.

When the food arrived, Lin Chen was also starving, and he drank and ate heartily with Fingel.

Fingel tore off a goose leg and put it in his mouth, fiddling with his phone screen with his greasy hands.

"Lin Chen, you're such a dark horse! The Night Watch forum is full of posts about you, and many people are comparing you to Caesar."

"Oh?" Lin Chen also became interested. "What did they say?"

Fingel scrolled through his phone: "To be honest, even if you're an S-class, there are still a lot of dissenting voices."

"Do they think I'm not good enough?"

"No, it's not that. It's simply because of family background. While the Lin family in China is certainly good, the Gattuso family is obviously more famous."

Lin Chen also took out his phone and opened the discussion forum, where there were indeed quite a few posts.

"So what if he's S-rank? In the real competition, I still favor Caesar!"

"I've seen Caesar's resume, it's practically perfect. His fighting skills, firearms skills, driving skills... they're all top-notch!"

"Moreover, Caesar's aristocratic air is undeniable! He exudes an aura of extravagance!"

"At most, the bloodline difference is a little bit, but I still think my idol Caesar is stronger!"

"Just wait, Caesar will definitely defeat Lin Chen himself later!"

"..."

Fingel looked at Lin Chen cautiously: "You won't be angry when you see these posts, will you?"

"What's there to be angry about?"

“Well…” Fingel hesitated for a moment, “There are a lot of people who support Caesar! Or to put it simply, he has more fans than you!”

Lin Chen shook his head: "What's there to be angry about? I'm not a celebrity. What's the use of having a lot of fans? It's actually better for Caesar to have more fans."

Fingel scratched his head: "I almost burned out my CPU and I still don't understand why it's better if he has more fans?"

Lin Chen asked directly, "Finger, do you want to make a lot of money?"

Fingel blurted out, "Of course I want to!"

Lin Chen said, "Then let's start a new betting game, and I guarantee you'll make a profit!"

"What bet?"

Lin Chen looked at the page on his phone: "Who will be the winner in my battle against Caesar?"

Fingel tilted his head and thought for a long time before saying, "You."

Lin Chen rolled his eyes at Fingel: "Do you need to think about it for so long?"

"I have to consider all the factors!"

"Alright, alright." Lin Chen waved his hand. "You know what to do now?"

Fingel's eyes lit up: "Of course, this bet is very interesting. Caesar's fans will definitely support him. If we bet on you, it'll be a huge win!"

Lin Chen clapped his hands: "That's exactly what I mean."

Fingel suddenly asked without thinking, "What if you lose?"

Lin Chen gave Fingel a meaningful look: "What do you think?"

16: Angers' test, zero check-in time!

The students only knew that Fingel had repeated grades and was living a decadent life at Kassel College, but they all forgot that he used to be an A-grade student.

He remained in school for some reason, and he was exceptionally talented in both lineage and ability!

With such a background, Fingel's vision is naturally top-notch!

For a moment, Fingel was a little dazed. He felt that Lin Chen had completely seen through him.

But Lin Chen simply lowered his head without leaving a trace and continued eating the roast goose on the table.

Fingel stopped talking, picked up his phone, and posted a new betting game.

"S-Class Freshman Lin Chen VS Caesar Gattuso, who will seize the throne!"

The title is quite cheesy, but...

Soon, students started placing bets.

After doing all that, Fingel finally put down his phone.

“Your confrontation should take place on Freedom Day, a moment that will be the focus of everyone’s attention!” Fingel said slowly.

Lin Chen tore off shreds of meat from a goose leg: "How much are you planning to bet?"

"Allin!"

Lin Chen was taken aback: "I didn't realize, senior, that you would support me so much!"

“No, no, no!” Fingel said, “I only have five hundred dollars in my entire fortune, which is not much at all.”

Lin Chen was speechless: "Then you must have been very troubled."

"And you, how much are you planning to bet?"

"Ten thousand."

Fingel's eyes lit up: "Master, please guide me!"

……

In the afternoon, Lin Chen arrived as promised and went deep into the academy.

Hidden here is an unassuming two-story building where Principal Angers works.

The principal personally invited Lin Chen to afternoon tea, an honor that was hard-won.

Fingel expressed his envy of Lin Chen, saying that Nobel Prizes are awarded every year, but the principal's office is not often open to students.

Lin Chen walked to the door of the building and knocked.

There was no sound coming from inside, but the iron gate was slightly ajar.

Lin Chen gently pushed open the door and went inside; it was a dark room.

The walls were covered with dark gold wood grain, and as I turned around, the iron gate slammed shut.

A golden pupil lit up in the corner, and Lin Chen then noticed that there was a person lying there.

This was indeed a novel way of entertaining guests. Lin Chen didn't see Principal Angers, but he encountered such a strange person.

The strange man slowly stood up. He was a Western-looking man who looked middle-aged, but his back was hunched and he was breathing heavily. With each breath, his body rose and fell like the tide.

The man's golden eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Chen.

The next instant, the bone spur pierced the man's skin, and countless scales appeared on his body.

This can no longer be considered human; it's practically a hybrid of human and dragon.

In an instant, Lin Chen realized what it was.

Deadpool.

All hybrids that have been active to date have had dragon blood purity below 50%.

However, once one exceeds this range, one is easily corrupted by dragon blood and degenerates into a dead servant.

The man in front of me was clearly that kind of person.

Deadpool twisted his joints, and bone spurs on his fingertips spurted out like sharp blades, suddenly swinging towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen frowned, thinking to himself that Angers' office was truly a place where hidden talents resided, and even the doormen were all Deadpools.

The bone spurs were already close to Lin Chen. Lin Chen subconsciously took half a step back and kicked Deadpool's arm away.

The Deadpool seemed oblivious to pain, swinging its bone spikes repeatedly, its eyes wide with rage, as if it wanted to tear Lin Chen to shreds.

Lin Chen showed no mercy to this completely irrational thing.

He raised his foot to interrupt Deadpool's attack and then punched him hard in the temple.