Chapter 7 Who is he

PoV Paris Milton

"We didn't do anything. We didn't get into a fight either," Timothy said. He defended himself. "We just asked him to be--"

I gave a scary look. I told him earlier. If he says that they stupidly asked me to be their leader, I make sure there are no survivors tomorrow in class.

"My daughter! Paris!" My mother came in with her face almost crying, and she opened her hands. After finding out where I was, she immediately dashed towards me.

"Are you alright?" My mother looks very worried.

I nodded. "Yes, Mom. I'm fine."

"Did they touch you?" Mother asked again.

I shook my head. "No, Mom. Everything is fine."

I wonder where the cops got to know what just happened.

"We're not fighting, Sir!" cried Timothy; he was curled up in custody, his face was wet, and all kinds of water; sweat, tears, or snot, all came out of his face making everyone who looked at him disgusted.

"Don't lie. What's this!" one of the guards shouted. He pulled a baseball bat out of Timothy's bag.

Timothy's expression changed, his voice stuttering as he said, "I--I didn't bring that, Sir." His hands were raised, his palms towards the guard, and he was swayed several times. "N--not me. Not me."

"Your name is Timothy, right!" shouted the guard; I could feel that the guard was furious with Timothy. It was his bag, but Timothy didn't admit it.

If I told them they came there to ask me to be their leader, my mother would take me home right now, and tomorrow my mother would go to the principal's office to get me out of school. I glanced at my mother, who was still wiping the tears from her eyelids.

She looks so sad, and I can't bear it. However, who informed the police about this fight?

"Those who attacked us first!" another school student said. They were in another prison cell, but their voices echoed as they shouted at each other.

"Liar! We didn't attack them at all. We were gathering, and suddenly they ran after us!" one of my school students defended himself.

"Don't be joking you! Have you seen my teeth! How can my teeth be crushed! This is because of one of your school's students!"

I swallowed my saliva, my hands shaking.

I sat far from the cell where the other school was. My feet are getting restless.

"Mom, when we're done, can we get out of here right away? I feel so dizzy," I pretended to complain. If the young man recognizes me, then my future will be destroyed.

"That's because you're old!" reply to one of my friends!" which was immediately greeted with laughter from the rest of my friends.

"Hey! Watch your mouth! When we get out of this place, I'm sure your teeth will go through the same thing as mine!" threatened the young man whose teeth I once fell out.

I covered my face as best I could, and I was nervous; my heart beat wildly.

"Would you like to feel the baseball bat of one of your friends against your cheek!" snapped the guard who had been on duty at my school.

My school friends kept their mouths shut, and no one said anything at all.

"Huh! Just slap them with that baseball bat!" exclaimed one student from another school.

"Or grab their hair! They're girls and not boys!" another school student chirped in response to his friend's insults.

"Hahaha! They don't even dare to admit they have a baseball bat! Of course, they're girls! We don't fight with girls!" cried the student with his teeth falling out; I memorized the loud voice of the young man with loose teeth.

"But weren't your teeth crushed by a woman?" asked one of his friends in an innocent voice.

"Shut up!" I guess the young man immediately lunged at the boy who made his stupid voice.

"Ow! It hurts!" shouted the boy, "what the hell! Damn it!"

I stared. What have they been doing in this prison cell? Are their brains made of cardboard? Why did they get so angry in front of the police? Stupid!

"I guarantee it's going to hurt a lot! Watch your girly mouth!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Kick!"

"Smack!"

The prison cell room was turned into a battle arena.

Brack!

The sound of the table being slapped sounded very thrilling. The policeman in front of me, who is currently in the room, looks very angry.

I saw that the police name tag was Cheng Lo.

His face looks very fierce. He pushed his chair violently back, stood up, and immediately came over to the prisoners. "If you all can't keep your mouths shut, I'll make sure you'll be in detention for a week! Did you all expect that!" asked Cheng Lo in a booming voice.

I'm glad that I never got in touch with him. He's terrifying. I wished I would never set foot in this place again and come into contact with him.

When Mr. Cheng Lo is angry, he looks like he is about to pounce on his prey, his teeth look so sharp at a glance, but surely only my eyes can see what is going on wrong. It must be because I was afraid to see him so angry that I seemed to see Mr. Cheng Lo like a werewolf who was about to turn into a wolf.

Hahaha, that's not possible. In the world I currently live in, I have never believed in such a myth.

I glanced at my mother, but my mother suddenly looked down. Her hands shook uncomfortably.

"Mom, are you sick?" I asked frantically.

After Mr. Cheng Lo was angry, I no longer heard the prisoners cursing each other. Their brains are really like sponges; they absorb everything without filtering at all and expel any emotion in them with ease; they deserve to be people who are easily provoked.

Mr. cell phone Cheng Lo beeps.

Mr. Cheng Lo backed away; he seemed to return to being human, looked at his cellphone for a while, then greeted someone on the other side.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Cheng Lo.

"...."

"What! Are the injuries serious!" Mr. Cheng Lo's face turned serious. "Why doesn't Samuel fight him?" Mr. Cheng Lo walked away from the prisoners, but I could still hear Mr. Cheng Lo mentioning the name "Samuel". One of my eyebrows rose. I know the boy's name.

"How is he now? Who attacked him?" Mr. Cheng Lo's voice turned into a whisper.

Why was he attacked?

Who attacked him?

He looks like a promising young man and has no enemies, but if the Samuel that Mr. Cheng Lo refers to is the Samuel I know today, I'm very sorry I couldn't help the promising young man.

Mr. Cheng Lo's question ended with, "Okay, I'll be right there." Then Mr. Cheng Lo immediately left the room.

I snorted. I want to get out of this place, I don't want to stay here for long, but Mr. Cheng Lo is already out, which means I will be stuck in this place longer.

I hope I don't run into a boy with loose teeth.

A woman entered with hasty footsteps. "Where's my son Leo!" cried the woman. The woman's clothes were so luxurious, necklaces and rings filled her whole body.

My mother looked at a woman who had just arrived.

The guard in my school's detention cell came out of the cell and met the woman. He asked politely, "Can I help you, Ma'am?"

A boy's weak voice said, "Mother!" His screams were heart-wrenching.

The woman, with a teary face, looked at her son, who was huddled in detention.

"Leo!"

I gasped. The child that the mother is looking for is the boy whose front tooth I broke.

How unlucky I am today! I sighed resignedly, and maybe I should be expelled from this school. My mother had already lifted her face. It was my turn to look at the woman and son alternately with a horrifying look on their face.

Another guard came into custody, and he looked at my mother and me.

"Is your name Paris Milton?"

His eyes were glaring at me, and I was horrified at this question.