The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master

Blade Jeff stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief. How did Emily Swinton end up in this decrepit place? As if sensing his shock, Emily turned towards him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She seemed unfazed by her surroundings, radiating an unexpected excitement. "Jeff! What a pleasant surprise to see you here!" she exclaimed.

Gathering his thoughts, Jeff responded cautiously, "Emily? What on earth are you doing here? This place is...unexpected." Emily shrugged, her gaze flickering around the boxing ring. "Oh, you

SW 719 BONUS know, always up for an adventure, And this place certainly qualifies as..unconventional." ks There is definitely more to seeing Emily here! She was even familiar with the big guy.

"Who were you referring to as Sharp? - And how did you know I came with someone?" Jeff couldn't help but ask.

"I saw you when you entered and I thought you looked very familiar" Emily answered. "You came in with Professor Paul, right? I was referring to him as Sharp." "How do you know so much?" Jeff creased his brows a little. "I'm really surprised to see you..." "In a place like this?" Emily cut in.

"Well, 1 will tell you someday if we get close." Before Jeff could inquire further, the entrance to the door his teacher entered earlier creaked open, revealing the figure of Professor Paul.

However, the man accompanying him - was unfamiliar. A short, old man with wisps of gray hair emerged, his eyes twinkling.

"Jeff" Professor Paul called out, beckoning him forward. "Allow me to introduce you to Blade, a former certified herb seller." Blade nodded, a wry smile creeping onto his wrinkled face. His voice croaked as he spoke, "Pleasure to meet you, young lad. Heard much about you | from Professor Paul here. Seems like | you could use a lesson or two in the |

bh ABA ard world of medicinal herbs." Intrigued by the prospect, Jeff followed Blade into a small, dimly lit store situated on the outskirts of the gambling ring.

Shelves lined with jars filled to the brim with herbs and plants greeted - him, emitting a calming scent that contrasted with the chaos outside.

It was as if he had stepped into a different world entirely.

Blade moved with surprising agility, his hands deftly picking up various herbs as he began to explain their properties and uses to Jeff.

Jeff knew all these herbs but had never seen them before. Although Jeff had only seen the herbs in books, he was more knowledgeable about them than

the Blade had indicated. i As they passed rows upon rows of herbs, Jeff couldn't help but marvel at the sheer depth and complexity of the natural world.

It makes sense why he made the decision to study traditional medicine - without second thought.

Blade turned to Jeff, his aged face creased with a smile. "You see, my boy, the secret lies in the harmony between man and nature. These herbs hold the key to unlocking the body's innate ability to heal itself. With proper knowledge and guidance, you can become a master of this art." "I've read so much about these herbs but it's really fascinating to see them" Jeff smiled. "Ahh! That reminds me, is the Malados herb available? I need it

- CY BVNVo for my patient?" "You treat patients?" Blade asked with surprise. "I think it's my turn to be surprised." Jeff laughed. "I love traditional medicine and I've studying for over 10 years now. I'm good with acupunctures - and now I will be studying at All Stars." Blade was intrigued after hearing Jeff's story while Jeff found it interesting to talk with someone who know much about traditional medicine.

"It's so good to see a youngster like you so interested in traditional medicine" Blade said heartily. "It melts my heart." Meanwhile.

As they sat in one corner of the

gambling ring, Emily twirled a strand of her hair anxiously and glanced over at Professor Paul with a hint of.

curiosity in her eyes.

The atmosphere was electric with the sounds of cheering gamblers and the clinking of coins being exchanged. It was the perfect disguise for them to discuss matters without drawing any unwanted attention.

"Professor Paul, have you decided whether or not to tell Jeff more about yourself?" Emily finally mustered the courage to ask, her voice filled with anticipation.

Professor Paul leaned back in his chair and let out a deep sigh, his gaze fixed on the chaotic scene before them. He pondered for a moment, deliberating his answer carefully. "I believe Jeff still

needs more time to blend into the city, Emily." Emily looked puzzled, her brow furrowed with concern. "But wouldn't it be better if he knew sooner? He might be able to assist us in ways we never thought possible." The professor nodded in understanding, his expression softening. "Jeff needs time to gain his bearings." Emily fidgeted with her hands, her mind racing with possibilities. "I understand, Professor, but shouldn't we at least reveal something to him? Little hints that could pique his curiosity and let him know there's more to everything than meets the eye?" Before Professor Paul could answer,

Jeff arrived with a jar. "I didn't Inow you guys were familiar with each other." "We are." Before they bid their farewells, Emily turned to Professor Paul, a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Professor, I must admit, I rather enjoyed blending in as a 'hooligan' today. It's quite exhilarating!" Professor Paul chuckled, amused by Emily's enthusiasm. "Ah, Emily, be careful what you wish for. Remember, you're a lady, not a hooligan. The city needs your elegance and grace, not your rowdiness." Emily smirked mischievously, her eyes glinting with daring determination.

"Oh, Professor, but wouldn't it be fun to be a little bit of both? A lady by day,

and a hooligan by night! Who knows what adventures await us when we dare to break the rules?" Professor Paul shook his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

And with that, the trio stood up, ready to leave the gambling ring.