The Spencer Family

The limousine was quite spacious. The beige-colored leather seats fully accentuates the wooden finish that decorated the bar on the right. There were four seats on the limousine, two facing the front, two facing the back. Although, the only occupied seat was my own. The bar had multiple kinds of alcohol, all unsuitable for me to drink as a minor. There was also a bottle of water stuffed in a cup holder beside me, but I decided not to open it.

The limousine cruised at a steady pace. I stayed silent as I gaze out the window, watching the trees and houses pass by. As it was rush hour, the roads were getting quite congested. After a while, the limousine drove out of the main road and onto a private pavement.

The car stopped as it waited a moment for the wide metal gate to open. Afterwards, it drove to the roundabout located in front of a luxurious mansion. A fountain was placed in the middle of the roundabout, with the sculpture of a small boy holding a jug. Water poured down from the jug like a fountain.

The chauffeur helped opened the door and gestured for me to come out. I stood up and saw a long red carpet heading into the mansion, with multiple butlers and maids standing on the side and bowing respectfully.

One of the butler headed towards me. "Mr. Lee," He said politely. "Mr. Spencer is waiting for you. Please follow me."

I nodded and followed behind the butler as he walked into the building.

The lobby of the mansion was luxurious in style. There was a large chandelier hanging down from the ceiling, a spiraling staircase on the side and several sofas placed next to a large fireplace at the back.

I continued following the butler, turning right and walking through a long corridor. We passed by several rooms before finally arriving at a room at the very end. This room should be the living room of the Spencer Family. There was a large LED TV at the very end of the room, with black leather sofas on the three sides and a table in the middle of the sofa.

Seated on a sofa was a middle-aged man. His grey hair was styled back, his beard trimmed. Along with the luster of his strong grey-colored eyes and his strong jawline, he exuded a mature appeal.

The man stood up and headed towards me. "Mr. Lee, welcome to my humble abode." I nodded my head.

He raised his right hand for a handshake. I did the same.

I felt his rough, large hands and thought to myself, "His fingers felt unnatrural and rough, it feels like calluses had grown on them multiple times before." When I stared at the man, it felt as though I was looking at a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Mr. Spencer started walking towards the corridor, back towards the entrance hall. He gestured for me to follow him. As he walked, he started conversing with me.

"I'm sorry for the utter lack of manners of my son. He had been like this for a few years now." Mr. Spencer sighed in disappointment. "I apologize for the inconvenience caused to you and your friends."

"Just make sure your son doesn't start bullying people again." I answered bluntly.

Mr. Spencer chuckled, "My, my, you're quite direct with you words aren't you, Mr. Lee."

"Just call me Hunter." I replied.

"Well Hunter, there is something I would like to discuss with you about." Mr. Spencer said amicably. He stopped walking in the middle of the corridor and took a glance at me. I stopped walking as well.

"What is it?" I asked.

"How would you like to become a trainer for my son." Mr. Spencer stared walking again, with his hands behind his back. "It seems like you have quite the ability with martial arts. Black belt in karate, taekwondo and Brazilian jiu-jutsu, youth champion in judo. It is no woder you can promptly render Adrian immobile and cleanly dislocate his shoulder without any complications." There was a smile in Mr. Spencer's face but his tone since slightly cold.

Before I had a chance to reply, I found that we have already arrived back in the entrance hall. In front of Mr. Spencer and I were ten men wearing stereotypical black suits. With their ugly, fierce faces, one would think that all of them were gangsters.

"However, before you can become a trainer, I would need to test you." Mr. Spencer said.

Before I had a chance to reply, the ten men ran towards me.

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[This section is in Papa Spencer's POV]

Spencer walked towards the sofa located next to the fireplace as Hunter was being ambushed by ten large men. He sat down while a butler came over and carefully handed him a cup of coffee. The porcelain cup and saucer was diligently crafted, the white colored cup was decorated with a gold ring at the tip and golden leaves at the bottom. Spencer grabbed the saucer and took a sip of the black coffee from his cup. He thought, "Although this kid went easy on my son, it doesn't change the fact that he crossed my family." His face darkened.

"Although I myself cannot go against Ares International due to the delicate balance of our industries, it doesn't mean that I can't beat a kid up and lower his pride down a few notches."

"The trainer excuse can give me a legitimate reason for ten men to gang up and beat the kid up, giving Ares no place to talk back." Spencer smirked as he continued to sip the coffee.

After a while, the sounds of fighting stopped. Spencer turned around to take a look but was deeply surprised and slightly frightened at the same time.

Spencer saw Hunter waking towards him, almost unscathed. He was using his left arm to wipe some blood off of his cheek. There were blood marks on his shirt and the knuckles of both his hands were injured, dripping the blood of the ten men. The ten men were laying on the ground unconscious.

Spencer stared at the unmoving hazel eyes of the boy. Although he was young, at this time, he thought he was seeing a predator staring at his prey. It was at this point that he knew to never mess with this kid.

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[This section is in Hunter's POV]

After taking care of the goons, I headed towards Mr. Spencer. I was staring at him at a calm manner, but inwardly I was unsatisfied. Before Mr. Spencer had a chance to say anything, I sat down across from him and spat, "Is this how the Spencer Family treats its guests? By sending ten robust men to assault them?"

Mr. Spencer looked slightly flustered but immediately regained his calm. "I apologize again, Hunter. I was just trying to accertain the level of your combat prowess. I did not mean to offend you."

I stood up and walked towards the entrance, wanting to leave.

"Wait!" Mr. Spencer stood up and stopped me. "Hunter, would you still like to become Adrian's trainer? My offer still stands."

I turned and stared at Mr. Spencer. "$100 per hour."

"Huh?" Mr. Spencer asked.

"My price." I replied. "I'm charging you $100 for every hour I train Adrian."

Mr. Spencer thought for a bit and reluctantly nodded. "Fine."

"Have your lawyers draw up a contract and I'll come sign it on Monday." I said.

"I got it." Mr. Spencer nodded. After a while, he found me still staring at him, unmoving. "What else do you want, Hunter?"

"You owe me two favors." I said. "One for your son assaulting my friend and one for trying to assault me just now. When the time comes, I'll cash in those favors."

"And how can you ensure that I will accept when you cash in the favor." Mr. Spencer asked.

I closed in on him, leaning my face closely against his. "I will make sure you fulfill my favors."

I walked out of the mansion.

Mr. Spencer, staring at my back, told the butler to get the chauffeur. "Please escort Mr. Lee back to his home safely."

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When I arrived home, it was already 7pm. I put my bloodied clothes in the washing machine and took a shower to clean the remnants of the blood off my body. After I showered, I headed to the kitchen to make dinner. It was then that I found Leo sitting on the sofa of the living room.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked.

Leo stood up. "Welcome back Hunter. Would you like to eat? Or take a bath? Or m~e~?"

I rolled my eyes. "You don't know how to cook. I've already taken a shower, and I don't want you."

Leo was unfazed by my refusals and grabbed my hand. Then, he found that my knuckles were injured.

"What happened?!" Leo shouted, seemingly angry for my sake.

"Nothing." I replied nonchalantly.

"Is it related to how you were busy this afternoon?" Leo asked urgently.

"It's got nothing to do with you."

"It's got everything to do with me!" Leo shouted angrily.

I stared a him and hummed, "I went to Adrian's house just now."

"Did he attack you?"

"... Let's just say it's been taken cared of." I replied softly.

Leo looked up at me, there were tears at the edges of his eyes. "Hunter, you can always tell me these sorts of things in the future, okay?"

I ruffled his hair. "Okay. I got it." I used my index finger to wipe off his tears and took a lick.

"Salty." I thought.