The crystal glass, solid as it was, didn't shatter but made a crisp sound as it fell to the ground before splitting into two.
"What the hell is happening? Why has it suddenly turned violent?"
"We meet once in a century, why is it so awkward?"
"Stop it, sit down, sit down..."
Elijah Smith, as if he didn't hear his old classmates' words, his eyes burning red, stared at the man opposite. He looked like he had a deep-seated hatred. Raising his hand, he undid his tie, and pounced like a razor-sharp leopard. Then he caught the man's hair and aimed at his weak spots.
He was ruthless with his strikes, showing no mercy. After a few punches, thick fresh blood had smeared onto his fists.
The man he was beating was cursing furiously underneath him.
The classmates who saw this scene didn't think twice before rushing over to pry Elijah Smith from the man.
Although six or seven people intervened, Elijah Smith, out of his mind with rage, was much stronger than any of them.