Chapter 799 Separate Classes
- Quintez Wood deliberately put on a stern face and made the situation sound deadly serious.
- Truth was, he wasn’t wrong. Nana had that motorcycle down pat now. He was fast, too. If he botched a brake and slammed into something, it could actually kill him.
- “I—I just wanted my brother to take a spill,” Little Seven blurted, scrambling to defend himself. He was still a kid. He hadn’t thought that far.