"What's going on? Who the hell dared to kick my door? You wanna die, huh!"
Nicholas Young was in high spirits but got abruptly interrupted, feeling quite irritated.
He cursed and looked up.
That glance hit him hard; he shivered all over and his hefty body almost slid off the chair. His face turned suddenly pale.
"You... you... how can it be you..."
He stammered, his voice trembling, wearing an expression as if he'd seen a ghost.
No wonder he was so afraid; this kid had left a terrifying impression on him, two beatings left an indelible shadow.
His face turned sour, almost moaning aloud.
Earlier he was just thinking about revenge, dared not act on it, but how did he actually summon the kid? This was too eerie.
But soon, he straightened his body, bolstered his courage again.
He almost forgot, he had some backing now, why should he be scared!
