My sudden slap didn't even give people time to react!
However, just when my palm was about to hit Isaiah Campbell's face, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
Turning my head, I saw Christian Simmons gripping me tightly.
"Mr. Thomas, don't do it," Christian shook his head at me.
"Tyler, calm down," even Samuel Larkspur advised.
This couldn't help but make me frown slightly.
The attitude of the two people obviously showed Isaiah's extraordinary nature.
"You want to hit me?" Isaiah squinted his eyes.
"You fucking want to hit me? Do you know who I am?" Isaiah said coldly.
I ignored Isaiah and looked at Christian, saying, "What's going on here?"
Christian pulled me and said, "Anyway, I'll replenish the herbs for you, just don't ask anymore, okay?"
"No." I broke free from Christian's restraint.
I turned to Elder Wilson and said, "Elder Wilson, tell me the truth about what happened."
