Though he was cursing Amon nonstop in his heart, Romier's expression revealed none of it. He looked as amiable as could be.
Amon adjusted his Monocle and chuckled softly.
"Yan Jin fought you before, right? What did you think of her?"
Romier paused. "She's your...?"
"Mm, I suppose I'm half an older brother to her," Amon replied.
Half an older brother? Romier mulled over the phrase, then said with what seemed like sincere apology, "Uh... sorry, I didn't know she was your younger sister."
"It's fine. She can indeed be somewhat impulsive. What I'm asking is what you think of her strength."
"She's very strong. She's probably no weaker than that Ice Cube Martial Soul genius from Class One, Year Three," Romier praised.
"Ice Cube... you mean Bing Lan? During Yan Jin's advancement assessment, she already lost to Yan Jin," Amon said evenly.
"What? Ice Cube lost?" A flicker of astonishment crossed Romier's face.
Bing Lan's talent was obvious to all. She was widely acknowledged as a genius, yet she had been defeated by a child who looked even younger. It was truly unexpected.
Romier did not doubt the truth of Amon's words. There had to have been spectators at the advancement assessment; he could find out with a little asking around.
"Me, Yan Jin, Lei Yin—mm, Yan Jin's younger brother, that blue-haired kid who bought you a drink—and Vidal... what do you think of a lineup like that?" A faint smile rested on Amon's face.
By this point, Romier understood Amon's purpose. He wanted to invite him to join their team.
The respectful look on his face gradually faded, and the slightly mocking smile he had suppressed began to surface again.
"You want me to join your team?"
Amon pushed up the Monocle over his right eye and answered,