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Can it be like this?
"Besides, there's that kid named William White." Oliver Scott furrowed his brows, "He's incredibly skilled. We saw him take down five people single-handedly. He acts very mature and doesn't behave like a child. But judging by his appearance and height, he's really just an eleven or twelve-year-old boy."
"Could he be a dwarf?"
April Thomason had a wild imagination.
Fátima gave her a sideways glance, and just as she was about to close her mouth, she casually added, "It could also be that he's short and looks young."
"..."
That's one broad imagination.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott exchanged a glance but didn't comment.
"What about your 'Wave Riding Steps'?" April was fixated on this point.
"William White taught us." Oliver Scott chuckled, raising his eyebrows slightly, "He said it's very useful for escaping."
Even if it was just this tidbit, Oliver Scott felt quite satisfied.
Nora Scott chimed in, "He taught the movement and the leg technique."
