That was Dixon's first thought.
How could someone this young possibly be Flinn's teacher?
This kid looked no older than twenty!
And yet he was claiming to be Flinn's teacher? This was absurd—completely turning logic on its head.
Was he joking? How could this even be possible?
"I'm not joking at all," Daniel said calmly. "Although I only spent about a month with him, I taught him quite a few things during that time."
And indeed, in that short span of time, Daniel had provided Old Flinn with valuable inspiration. The forging insights he shared before leaving were invaluable to Flinn.
So when Daniel said he had taught Flinn a lot, it wasn't boasting—it was the truth.
Dixon stared at Daniel with wide eyes.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"You brat! How dare you come here spouting nonsense? No one knows Flinn's abilities better than I do!"
Dixon was genuinely furious now.
