My words were powerful and resonate, that even the white-haired young man couldn't help but look over.
Philip Roberts sneered in anger, pointing at me, he said, "Good, well! I never thought someone from Crestview City would dare to talk to me like this!"
After speaking, Philip threw a stick at my feet.
"I'll give you one chance. Break both of your legs, and I'll let this matter go." Philip said coldly.
I glanced at the stick at my feet, then suddenly kicked it away.
The stick whizzed through the air and flew towards Philip.
Without deviating from its target, the stick brushed past Philip's head and embedded itself in the wall behind him.
The wall cracked instantly, with fissures spreading like spider webs outward.
Philip's face grew colder and colder, and he sneered, "I've already given you a chance. If you don't cherish it, don't blame me for not being polite."
"Starting tomorrow, everyone around you will suffer!" Philip's face showed a hint of viciousness.
