Smith felt a chill in his heart and halted his steps.
Instinctively, he looked back, only to discover that the veteran soldiers who had been following him had disappeared without a trace at some point.
Not far away, a veteran was trapped inside a burlap sack.
Three or four students from the First Brigade were swinging baseball bats and punching the veteran trapped in the sack.
Another veteran lay on the ground, a large swelling on his forehead, clearly knocked out.
Behind Smith, students from the First Brigade watched him, grinning like a pack of triumphant wolves.
Smith's heart felt as if it had sunk into an icy abyss.
He never imagined that the battle would be over before it even began.
In the distance, Fatty Master waved at Smith with a gleeful look.
"Come chase the Fatty Master, won't you? I'm quite easy to catch."
His smug demeanor almost made Smith's chest explode with rage.
By now, Smith realized he had fallen into Fatty Master's trap.
