"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The burly student roared, about to punch the more petite boy.
A resounding voice echoed from afar: "What are you doing? I've already reported this to Teacher C!"
Brute walked forward, raising his voice.
The smaller student's body trembled slightly, while the bigger student directly flung him aside with a loud crash—bones cracking could even be heard.
"Who the hell do you think you are to meddle in our business?!" the burly student barked, clearly the ringleader.
The moment his words fell, his lackeys immediately jumped in:
"Yeah, do you even know who our boss is?!"
"Young Master, they're obviously transfer students—just a bunch of idiots daring to stick their noses into your affairs!"
"They must be begging to get bullied!"
One of the Young Master's lackeys suddenly spoke up.
He had slanted eyes, a body far too scrawny, and a smile that didn't inspire goodwill.
His words seemed like some omen.
