Linda said casually, "We're all from the Quinn School of Martial Arts here.What are you so scared of? There aren't any outsiders here" 

After saying that, Linda and the rest looked around them.

When their gazes swept across Quentin, they skipped him out of habit.

Ten seconds later.

Linda's head abruptly whipped toward Quentin, who was still standing there in a daze.

Oh no! Lately, Quentin had been following her around whenever he wasn't in a match, which caused the Quinn School of Martial Arts disciples to become accustomed to seeing him around.

In that instant just now, they had straight-up thought of him as one of their own! But! Linda jumped onto her feet at once.

"Y-you...you..."

Quentin looked at the group of disciples in front of him.

He felt deeply deceived.

Nora came late today.

When Justin saw her outside the entrance, he raised his eyebrows.

"You just got here?"

"Yeah."

Nora locked the car door and tossed the car key into her pocket.

"Has the match started?"

"It's starting soon" Justin followed behind her and said with a smile, "Quentin is definitely going to nag at you again for coming so late."

Nora gave an indifferent shrug.

She was about to speak when she spotted Quentin standing in front of them in a daze, his eyes practically stuck on her.

Nora:"?"

She took a step forward and said, "Sorry, I'm a little late."

She'd thought that Quentin would definitely take that as an excuse to lecture her a little, but unexpectedly...

A starry-eyed Quentin actually said, "It's okay! I'll wait, no matter how late you are!"

Nora:"??"

Justin, who was carrying Cherry and about to step through the door:"??"

Justin looked over, his dark eyes fixing themselves sinisterly on Quentin.

As though he didn't notice Justin staring at him at all, Quentin leaned toward Nora and said, "I've found out your true identity, Big Sister."

silent

that Nora Smith was Big Sister? Or that No.028 was Big Sister? She coughed and asked tentatively, "Which

Quentin lowered his head.

as red as a tomato, just like someone who

others just now.I'd never thought that my comrade in battle would actually turn out to be Big

Nora coughed.

"Yeah."

that her Nora Smith

a smile and she walked in

subconsciously followed behind

say something to her again when Justin, who was carrying Cherry,

Quentin: 

at the big and

and wife, Quentin suddenly grabbed Justin's arm, lowered his voice, and

Justin:"?"

you always let Big Sister take action while you hide at the back instead...How did Big Sister fall in love with a wimp like you? Do the two of you even have common topics to talk about? Can you even be Big Sister's sparring partner when she wants

corners of Justin's lips spasmed as

into a smile and

looked at him, wondering what he

calmly, "She likes pretty

heard his

On the contrary, he was

he asked, "Besides, who do you think can be worthy

his chest

however,

can you last in a

Quentin:"!!"

was just a little stronger than

spite of that, Quentin refused

who is! Big Brother can

that, Justin glanced at Nora, who

his head, leaned into his ear, and asked, "Then do

scornfully, "Who

to the public was a fake No.028, aka Big Sister, wanted to keep her identity a

from her personality, she seemed

in the lounge couldn't possibly

man in front of him did look a bit like Big Brother! While Quentin was thinking about it, Justin

he smiled and said, "I'm Big

Quentin: "!!"

make up a more reliable identity for yourself if you really have to make one up? What a braggart!

there anyone who didn't know that the Quinn School of Martial Arts' Big Sister and the Irvin School of Martial Arts' Big Brother were mortal

he had merely casually dragged someone to form a team with him, and then

and Big Brother were in his team, right? Yet Justin

and called out,

‘'Mom'’...

Sister had borne him a child, right? There was no doubt about it—he was definitely a man who had gotten to where he was by relying on

night, Quentin

well in front of Big Sister! After the two matches, Nora and

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