Tiger walked out of the school clinic, his eyes fixed on the ground as he headed to his final class. "It will soon be time to return to that den of wolves, huh?" he muttered to himself.
As he entered the classroom, the teacher's gaze fell upon him. "Mr. Kent, you're late for class."
Tiger shrugged him off, his eyes scanning the room before settling on his seat. "Or maybe you're just too early, teacher."
The lesson continued until the final bell rang, and students packed their bags to leave. However, Tiger was stopped by his teacher.
"Mr. Kent, may I have a word?" the teacher asked, his tone firm but curious.
Tiger's eyes narrowed, but he sat down, his arms folded across his chest. "What is it?"
"I heard you got into a fight in the cafeteria," the teacher said, his eyes locked on Tiger's. "Care to tell me what happened?"
Tiger's smile was cold. "I'm the one who was hurt, and yet I'm the one who started the fight?"
The teacher's expression remained stern. "Fists aren't the only way to start a fight. From what I heard, you provoked Jackson, making him land the first hit."
Tiger's smile grew wider. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
The teacher's voice took on a sinister tone. "I want you to make Jackson tell the truth and get him expelled."
Tiger raised an eyebrow. "And why should I get involved in your little schemes?"
The teacher's words struck Tiger like a bolt of lightning. "I can tell you what happened to your mother."
Tiger's expression changed, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and curiosity. "I guess I have my answer now. Good luck, Mr. Kent."
As Tiger turned to leave, the teacher called out, "Oh, and the name's Mr. Trent. Remember it."
Tiger's stride didn't falter, but his mind was reeling. What did Mr. Trent know about his mother?
As he walked out of the classroom, someone watched him from the shadows, their eyes fixed on Tiger's determined stride.
Tiger's thoughts were consumed by Mr. Trent's words, and he didn't notice the gaze following him. He walked, lost in thought, until he stumbled upon Jackson and his brothers.
"Hey, you shouldn't be here," Jackson sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Tiger's gaze snapped back to the present, his eyes locking onto Jackson's. "Don't you know when to shut up?"
Jackson's smile grew wider. "You can't scare me this time, you little brat. My brothers are here. You don't stand a chance."
Tiger's words cut through the air like a knife. "For a human-sized trash can, your brain is definitely rotten."
Jackson's face twisted in rage, and he leaped at Tiger. However, Tiger was ready. A swift kick sent Jackson crashing to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
The Jackson brothers watched in shock as their elder brother fell. "Which one of you is next to bleed this time?" Tiger growled, his fists clenched.
The brothers exchanged nervous glances, but Tiger's cold gaze pinned them in place. "Come on, you useless bastards," he taunted, rolling up his sleeves.
"Let's me see how strong you are" Tiger bolted at them.