C15 I Can Forget about Kowtowing!

"Do you mean to suggest I don't understand the piano?"

Cello Everett had no interest in squandering time with someone like Hersh.

He cut to the chase.

"That's not what I meant."

Mr. Flint chuckled slyly, "But if that's what you're thinking, then there's nothing I can do about it!"

Upon hearing this...

Cello Everett let out a scornful laugh.

"A man who doesn't have the courage to stand by his own words..."

"May as well be better off without the bits below."

At this...

Mr. Flint's face turned beet red.

"Fine, that's exactly what I think. What of it?"

Mr. Flint seethed, "As far as I recall, there's no Lin family in Z City's elite circles, right?"

Cello Everett didn't contest the point.

He had never claimed to be a second-generation rich kid like Mr. Flint.

Hearing this, Mr. Flint scoffed with contempt.

"So, after all this, you're just a pauper!"

Mr. Flint smirked triumphantly.

"Listen here, kid, I'm about to teach you a lesson."

"Don't try to squeeze into a circle that's not yours."

"Why don't you go home and toy with a keyboard instead?"

"You're not one of us!"

With that, Mr. Flint burst into an arrogant laugh.

Cello Everett simply nodded in agreement.

He couldn't deny that.

Someone like Hersh, a mere insect, certainly couldn't be counted as a person.

But then...

"Care to make a wager?"

Cello Everett asked with a sly grin, "Let's use that high-class piano of yours!"

"What? What did you say?"

Mr. Flint incredulously cleaned out his ears. "You, who doesn't even know what a Steinway is, dare to challenge me to a piano duel?"

"Do you have any idea how much a Steinway costs?"

"If you damage it, could you even afford the repairs?"

Cello Everett didn't bother to defend himself, merely offering a slight smile. "If it breaks, wouldn't that play right into your hands?"

Mr. Flint paused, a realization dawning on him.

Exactly!

If Cello Everett clumsily damaged the piano...

Then he could justifiably ruin this upstart in front of Melinde.

"Excellent, it's settled then!"

Mr. Flint laughed with glee. "If you lose, you'll kneel and give me three resounding bows."

"And what if you lose?"

Mr. Flint's expression soured.

He didn't believe he could lose, but still...

"I'll give you a million!"

"No."

Cello Everett shook his head slowly. "If you lose, you'll be barking like a dog as you crawl out of this hotel."

"No need for any kowtowing."

Cello Everett cracked a smile. "I don't have a dog of a son like you."

"You!"

Mr. Flint's eyes bulged with rage, on the verge of exploding.

His lackey, seeing this, quickly intervened.

"Mr. Flint, keep your cool!"

"He's just trying to rile you up."

Mr. Flint simmered down slightly, his teeth clenched in fury. "Clever boy, you've got quite the mouth on you."

"But remember, in this world, it's power that does the talking."

"I can't wait to see how you'll beg for mercy!"

With a sneer, Mr. Flint strode into the banquet hall.

Melinde watched, her face etched with concern.

This was nothing like the incident at Melinde Real Estate.

Cello Everett, as a spatial superhuman, might have stashed away money in some alternate dimension.

But his piano playing skills?

His spatial abilities wouldn't be much help here.

"Maybe we should just call it off?"

Melinde bit her lip.

After all, she was the one who had stirred up this trouble.

There was no need for Cello Everett to lose face over it!

"This isn't about you."

Cello Everett said, shaking his head with a light smile.

The moment Mr. Flint started mocking him, it stopped being just Melinde's problem.

This was a challenge to Cello Everett himself!

Besides, he'd been feeling a bit stifled from all the intense training lately.

Taking Mr. Flint down a peg would be just the entertainment he needed!

"Don't worry, Sister Melinde!"

Saitama laughed heartily. "Think about it, when has Teacher ever taken a risk without being sure of the outcome?"

"To challenge Teacher?"

Saitama scoffed with contempt. "The one who should be worried is that foolish heir, Mr. Flint!"