Chapter 354 Can You Handle It?
- Michael Shephard didn’t throw a punch. He just said calmly, “Hey, classmate—this is how you tell people to leave?”
- Mr. Benson snorted. “Classmate, looks like you’re not planning to go, huh? I’m giving you a chance and you spit on it? Fine. Don’t blame me for getting rough.”
- As his voice dropped, a few guys in basketball jerseys closed in behind him, forming a wall at his back.