A parent demanded I kneel to teach, so I punished his whole family.

My dad thought I was too idle during the summer vacation, so he introduced me to a part-time tutoring job.

The student comes from a well-off family. His parents are the president of the largest group in Portsmouth Bay. He charges $700 an hour to tutor his son.

In order to be consistent with my status as a teacher, I specifically refused the security provided to me by the governor and traveled in a low profile.

Before the class started, the students suddenly put on the Ceremonial Robe and asked me to kneel down to teach.

I was confused and didn't do it.

The student "be enraged" and pointed at me and yelled:

"Commoner, I am a descendant of the nobility. In the past, I could have exterminated your bloodline with just one sentence!"

I frowned and retorted: "The United States is independent, the British Empire has fallen, where are the nobles?"

Faced with my questioning, the other party looked arrogant.

"It would be an honor for you to kneel before me."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that in Portsmouth Bay, our Vanderbilt Family is the government. Even if Jesus comes, we will have to fully prostrate, understand?!"

I was stunned for a few seconds, then took out my cell phone and called the student's parents.

"I heard from your son that your Vanderbilt Family has established itself as the king of Portsmouth Bay. Is that true?"

If my old man hadn’t witnessed the independence of the United States with his own eyes, I would have thought I had traveled through time.

In modern society, being president while wearing the Ceremonial Robe is a real punishment.

If the student's parents sincerely admit their mistakes, it is not impossible for me to make a small matter.

"What do you want to say? Are you looking for trouble?"

Mr. Vanderbilt sounded impatient.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, you'd better come back immediately and educate your son properly, otherwise..."

Before I could finish, the call was hung up.

Looking at Troy Vanderbilt's smug expression, I sneered.

The Vanderbilt Family, from top to bottom, thinks of themselves as the president.

Troy, who was as fat as a cube, slumped in the chair, his chin pointed to the ground and said:

"I thought you were so capable, but it turns out you're just a whistleblower!"

"Kneel down and kowtow quickly. I can still forgive your rudeness. But if my father knew that I was offended, you probably wouldn't be able to leave the villa alive."

Troy saw that I was dressed simply and thought I was just an ordinary college student, and he didn't show me any respect.

"Troy, I'm here to be your tutor, not your slave."

"No matter how your previous tutor supported you, I am a normal person with dignity and I do not recognize your Vanderbilt Family government."

I waved my phone and said, "What you did is illegal. If you continue to mess around, I will call the police now!"

Until now, I still think Troy is a spoiled kid at home, and I still want to give him a chance.

But when Troy heard the police call, his tone became even more aggressive.

"Bitch, Portsmouth Bay Police Headquarters is my royal guards! Even if the police really come, you can only apologize to me and mediate!"

He stood up and slammed his fat body into me.

The phone was snatched away and thrown far away, the screen shattered.

I clenched my fists, with a serious and forbearing look in my eyes.

"You don't dare to ask me to call the police because you know it's against the law, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.

"Bullshit! I am an old-money nobility delusion. Can a prince be punished the same as a commoner if he breaks the law?"

"If you dare to disrespect me again, I will beat you to death now!"

I grew up in Riverside City and came to Portsmouth Bay on a whim for college, only a year later. I had no idea how the Vanderbilt Family became a Portsmouth Bay aristocracy.

I couldn't dodge in time and my cheek was swollen from his hit. I couldn't suppress my anger anymore.

"I am your teacher. Is this your attitude towards your teacher? Are you so fat that the wrinkles on your brain are flattened?"

As soon as these words came out, before Troy could react, the servants in the villa exclaimed.