Immortal King

Chapter 7

"What the hell is happening?" The others were shocked. Lily rushed to help.

Peter writhed on the ground, screaming in pain. "He did something to me! It must be him!"

Everyone turned to Jack. He didn't defend himself, simply stating, "I'm not a doctor, but his complexion suggests a serious health issue." After eight years in the military, Jack had seen many life-and-death situations. Peter's blue lips and pale face indicated a severe condition.

Two classmates quickly carried Peter to a car and drove him to the hospital.

"Let's go inside. Ms. Wilson is waiting," Lily said, resigned.

In the private room, Jack finally saw his teacher, Ms. Wilson. Back in high school, she had just started her teaching career. After eight years, she had matured into a beautiful woman.

"Ms. Wilson, it's been a long time. I've missed you," Jack greeted politely.

Ms. Wilson was delighted to see Jack. "Jack, you finally came back. You've turned into such a handsome young man."

Most people would have been flattered by such a compliment from a woman, but Jack, having faced much more significant challenges, simply smiled and thanked her.

The other men in the room sneered inwardly. 'This guy was too hypocritical. Such a pretense of indifference was just too low-level, wasn't it?'

"So, Jack, did you get promoted in the military?" asked Michael, a bespectacled classmate. He was Jack's classmate in high school, and Jack remembered him. However, he saw no need to boast about his rank as a general. Jack shook his head.

Michael frowned. "You don't want to say? Let me guess, are you a captain?" Jack shook his head again. "A sergeant?" Jack shook his head once more.

"What?" The room fell silent. They had expected Jack to have done well in the military. Their interest turned to disappointment. They thought he had achieved something, but it seemed he had only been a regular soldier for eight years.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Ms. Wilson tried to lighten the mood. "You're all classmates. It doesn't matter what jobs we have. Michael, you work as a manager at a top hotel, right? Maybe you could help Jack find a job, now that he's out of the military."

"Oh, Ms. Wilson, you're putting me in a tough spot," Michael pretended to be troubled. "Our hotel is a five-star international hotel. Even our security guards need to have a master's degree. Jack's just an ordinary soldier. It's hard to find a place for him."

Ms. Wilson looked slightly embarrassed but persisted, "Michael, as a favor to me, can't you find a position for him? You're the manager; surely you can arrange a job?"

"Well, since you've asked, I can't refuse." Michael's eyes peeked at Ms. Wilson's full and fair chest as he swallowed and said, "How about this: we need someone to clean the bathrooms in the kitchen. He can start there. The pay is three hundred a month. Later, I'll see if I can find him a security job. Does that work?"

"No problem. All jobs are equal as long as they pay. That's a good job," Ms. Wilson said quickly, winking at Jack, hoping he'd accept.

The others looked at Jack with envy. Ms. Wilson really cared about him!

But Jack suddenly spoke up, "Ms. Wilson, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need a job."

"Jack, what are you doing? Jobs are jobs, and there's no shame," Ms. Wilson said, worried that Jack was too proud.

"Ms. Wilson, don't worry. Jack here is set to inherit billions from the Steele family. He doesn't need your help," Michael said sarcastically.

"Yeah, Ms. Wilson is so nice to you, and you turn down the job she found for you. That's disheartening."

"He's just too proud to work a regular job. I don't understand what kind of pride a common soldier could have."

Sneers and taunts filled the room. The guests scooted their chairs away from Jack, not willing to be near him.

Jack stared coldly at them but didn't argue. He had no intention of revealing his true status.

"General Steele" was a title earned through the blood and lives of countless soldiers, not something to flaunt. Besides, the Federation believed General Steele had died. Revealing his identity would cause more trouble.

The party continued, but no one talked to Jack anymore. He felt relieved. He had mainly come to see Ms. Wilson and thank her. Seeing that she was doing well, leaving him with no opportunity to repay her.

Just as Jack was about to find an excuse to leave, the door burst open. A group of men in sunglasses barged in, led by a bald brute. "Who is Ms. Wilson?" the brute demanded. The students froze, instinctively looking at the seated Ms. Wilson.

The bald man sneered, walking up to her. "So you're Ms. Wilson. Just like your man said, you're hot. Let me have a feel."

"What are you doing?!" Ms. Wilson slapped his hand away.

"Still resisting? You b***h!" The brute raised his hand to slap her.

Suddenly, a hand shot out, grabbing the brute's wrist.