Chapter 788
When Joyce was throwing darts at Imperiana back in the day, they were ying double, which was
much more difficult than just hitting a bullseye.
Of course,pared to the precision of Joyce''s boomerang darts, normal darts were simply just toys.
After all, Joyce could use boomerang darts to sh the enemy''s neck so precisely that they would not
be able to move after that and they would not die.
But the child in front of him, who looked only three or four years old, was able to throw the darts with
such uracy.
This made him an absolute genius!
A genius among the geniuses.
After Anderson finished throwing the darts, he lifted his chin proudly and his delicate, handsome face
showed a smug look.
He was surrounded by little girls, each pping their hands and shouting with excitement, their big
shing eyes full of admiration, "So wonderful, so handsome. I like you!!"
One of the prettiest girls, who had the temperament of a cover model, came up and took Anderson''s
arm, "Come on, y with me."
Anderson furrowed his eyebrows. He thought to himself, it was so boring and they were just a group of
older children with lower IQ. They were so childish and could not do anything.
"Hm. Is it even such a big deal to just know how to y darts?" The eight-year-old boy sneered. The
more he thought about it, the more upset he became as he stepped forward and pulled the prettiest
little girl away from him, "You just promised to y with me."
"No, I don''t want to. I want to y with him." The prettiest little girl pointed her finger at Anderson,
puffed up her pink lips, and spoke in a cute voice.
"No way. I''m going to teach him a lesson today." The eight-year-old boy stepped forward and pulled
Anderson, "Don''t you go. Do you have the guts to fight with me?! I know karate." He had been
practicing karate for years, and he didn''t believe he could lose to this three-year-old doll.
The eight-year-old boy, with his hand raised, was just about to go up and hit Anderson.
Suddenly his hand was gripped firmly and could not move.
The eight-year-old boy turned around, annoyed, and said, "Who is it that dares to stop me."
Luther clutched his hand, and the light that shone from his cold eyes was chilling.
"Child, you can''t bully children smaller than yourself. You are much older than him and it''s not fair." He
was just a child after all, and his tone was already quite mild.
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When he finished, he let go of his hand.
The eight-year-old boy''s face was swollen red, and after Luther let go of his hand, he turned his head
and ran.
Anderson looked at the defeated eight-year-old, and shrugged his shoulders with a look of indifference.
He also declined invitations from other girls.
"I don''t y those games. You guys go y by yourselves."
Luther looked on and asked him, "Boy, I just helped you. And you didn''t say thank you."
"I didn''t ask you to help me. You just wanted to." Anderson squinted at Luther and immediately
recognized him. He was exactly the man who had bullied Mummy in the airport, and he instantly
sounded very unfriendly.
"You." Luther suddenly felt speechless. This kid had got quite a temper.
"Since you''ve epted my help, it''s only right to say thank you." Luther gently nodded his head.
Anderson was even more unfriendly, "Since you chose to help me, you shouldn''t have me to do
anything for you in the first ce."
Luther simply had no idea what to say. He felt his chin with his hand. This child was so funny. He was
talking like an adult, and his cold arrogance was just like himself when he was younger.
Of course, he wasn’t that articte.
Rather, it was like … Joyce!
"Kid, you''re so good at darts. Who taught you that?" Luther asked tentatively. It must have been
because of his family to have such talent at just over three years old.