Timothy Damon rolled up his sleeves and started walking toward me after saying that.
"Hey, Timothy, drop it. Hitting a waiter will just make you look bad," Hans Seth laughed.
Then he put on a fake caring act and patted my shoulder. "Mason, we're all old classmates. Why make this awkward? Just bow to Timothy, say sorry, and we can move on."
"Yeah, I won't even make you get on your knees. Just bow, and we're good," Timothy Damon said with a smug look.
I sneered. "Bow to you? Do you deserve that? I'm not petty. I moved past the old days long ago."
"But if you want to embarrass yourself, I don't mind giving you a reality check."
Timothy Damon started laughing when he heard that.
"Did everyone hear that? He wants to give me a reality check!" Timothy Damon laughed so hard he grabbed his stomach.
Then Timothy Damon got closer and asked, "How exactly do you plan to do that?"
I was about to answer when Timothy Damon suddenly yelled angrily, "Did you forget how to take a beating?"
