"Quinn Hale, step forward!"
The fourth person the female instructor called out was none other than that boy who was so strong and unyielding—the one who, with such confidence, even dared to challenge his father’s authority in public.
He was only eleven years old, but for some reason, he exuded a more composed aura than Jax. Among everyone present, his military posture was the most standard, as if he had been born in a uniform.
After sizing up Quinn, who wasn't particularly tall but stood before her with an unwavering, rock-like composure and the lean agility of a mountain lion, the instructor nodded slightly. "You're a first-degree black belt in Taekwondo?"
“Instructor, your intelligence is outdated,” Quinn said firmly. “I passed the second-degree black belt exam three weeks ago.”
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