Just as Kermit was feeling pleased with himself, a commotion broke out on the outskirts of the crowd, and then a group of school football team members, led by Aaron, walked in.
At this moment, Georgie, who was following Aaron, raised an eyebrow at Mike. It was clear that the football team's presence here was likely all thanks to him.
"Mike, didn't you join the school's Math Olympiad team? How did you get into trouble with Kermit?" Aaron greeted Mike and then asked.
"How should I know? Maybe I'm just too handsome, and people get jealous..." Mike shrugged, looking smug.
"You little rascal!" Aaron laughed and playfully punched Mike's shoulder, then looked at the group of hooligans opposite: "Kermit, no matter what you want to do today, draw a line, and I'll take you on."
Aaron was considered a prominent figure in twelfth grade, and he had some understanding of Kermit and his gang's way of doing things.
As Aaron took the lead, the football team members, still wearing their protective gear, also looked at Kermit and the others with hostile eyes.
"This has nothing to do with you guys..." Kermit felt a bit nervous seeing the football team members standing up for Mike.
However, when his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure at the very edge of the crowd, he still stiffened his neck and shouted, "Mike, are you just going to hide behind others and be a coward? If you're a man, do you dare to have a one-on-one fight with me?"
After speaking, Kermit deliberately puffed out his chest, showing his masculine side.
At this moment, Regina, in a corner at the very edge of the crowd, was watching the conflict at the school gate with great interest.
Although she didn't think highly of Kermit and his group, in the Queen Bee's eyes, having someone duel for her proved that her charm was still intact.
On the other side, being called a coward, Mike couldn't tolerate it. So, after a brief exchange with Aaron, he had him lead his people aside.
"Alright, don't you want to fight one-on-one? You can start now, I'm in a hurry," Mike casually beckoned with his hand and said.
Earlier, seeing the football team stand up for Mike, Kermit had been a bit intimidated. But now, seeing that his taunt had actually worked, his face regained its fierce expression.
"You asked for this—!" Kermit shouted and charged towards Mike.
The reason Kermit could become the school's gang leader was, of course, due to his unique qualities. His height of about 1.9 meters, coupled with a large head and thick neck, made him look very intimidating.
Beside them, Georgie, seeing that the fight was about to begin, said worriedly, "Mike won't get hurt, will he?"
"Don't worry," Aaron said casually, "Mike has a record of knocking down dozens of people in one game. Kermit is no match for him at all..."
In fact, Aaron brought people here not because he was worried about Mike getting hurt, but because he had his own agenda.
As the captain of the football team, he wanted to see if there was a chance to bring Mike back to the team.
And just as the fight was about to begin, a small figure, holding a small stone in his hand, squeezed into the crowd.
"Mike, I'm here to help you!" Sheldon shouted loudly, bolstering his courage.
Huh?
Looking at Sheldon, whose legs were trembling uncontrollably but still chose to stand out, Mike gave him an approving look.
Before Georgie could intervene to stop him, Sheldon looked at the tall Kermit and shouted, "I'm not afraid of you!!"
With a loud shout, Sheldon threw the small stone in his hand.
Then, to everyone's surprise, the fingernail-sized stone arced gracefully and landed squarely on Kermit's forehead, who was in a daze.
In such a serious setting, such a comical scene suddenly occurring made the students who came to watch burst into laughter.
It could be said that Sheldon's actions caused little harm, but the humiliation was directly maximized.
Hearing the surrounding laughter, Kermit finally realized what had just happened.
He touched his forehead, which felt like a mosquito bite, and roared at Sheldon, "I'm going to kill you—"
"Mike, the rest is up to you—" Sheldon screamed after seeing Kermit's ferocious expression, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Don't even think about running, kid—" Kermit roared, about to chase after him.
Mike was also amused by Sheldon's series of actions. He shook his head, then stood in front of the enraged Kermit and said, "I'm your opponent."
In that short time, Sheldon had already rushed out of the crowd and run far away.
Having lost his target, Kermit's eyes immediately turned bloodshot as he stared at Mike: "Very good, you've successfully angered me."
Clearly, he attributed Sheldon's recent offensive behavior entirely to Mike.
With that, Kermit swung his fist towards Mike's handsome face. He wanted to smash that face that made people jealous.
From a psychological perspective, watching beautiful objects being destroyed before one's eyes can give rise to a perverted pleasure.
Kermit was probably in that state of mind right now.
But his plan quickly fell through; the fist he threw was easily caught by Mike.
"Is that all you've got, and you dare to come looking for trouble?" Mike said, slowly applying pressure with his hand.
Ever since his physique surpassed two hundred, Mike found that he seemed to have broken through a layer of human shackles. Strength, speed, and agility had all reached a new realm.
Strictly speaking, based on his physique alone, Mike was already considered a superhuman.
And as Mike gradually exerted force, Kermit knelt on the ground, his face contorted in a mix of ferocity and pain.
"Let go, it's going to break..." Kermit cried, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain.
After realizing Mike's strength, a feeling of fear unconsciously arose in Kermit's heart. Once this emotion appeared, it became unstoppable.
Kermit regretted it now. If he could do it all over again, neither for a man's pride nor to win his goddess's favor would be enough to make him seek trouble with Mike, this harbinger of doom.
On the other side, Mike, looking at Kermit with his snot and tears streaming down, also felt that this farce should end.
Then, with a forceful squeeze from him, and Kermit's astonishing scream, a faint sound of bones grinding could be heard.
"Get lost—" Mike released his hand, then kicked Kermit towards his unconscious accomplices.
That group of hooligans was also stunned by Mike's ruthlessness. Without daring to utter a single harsh word, they carried the unconscious Kermit and scurried out of the school.
As Kermit and his group left, the students who had been watching the spectacle cheered.
In America, what people love to see most is individualism. Mike's performance just now was enough to win everyone's admiration.
And in the students' eyes, Mike's move of breaking Kermit's wrist just now was very cool.
But only Mike himself knew that he had just crushed Kermit's entire hand bone with sheer strength.
Adding that final kick, Kermit would have to stay in the hospital for at least three months. Moreover, even if he was discharged smoothly, that injured hand would never be able to throw a punch at others again.