Roland looked at Chaim without his usual smile. There was nothing but coldness in Roland's eyes. "Chaim, fancy a fight?"
For Roland, Chaim had been an eyesore for ages.
Chaim sneered, "Where do you want to get beaten up?"
Chaim thought, I feel so angry today, and I can't vent my anger out whatsoever.
I tried to drink my frustration away, but things only got worse. I asked Victor to come over, yet his words only upset me more.
Great timing, Roland. You asked for it. I have no intention of enduring my anger anymore.
"Come with me."
Roland glanced at Chaim, snorted, turned around, and got into the car.
Victor looked at Roland's back and then looked at Chaim. "Chaim, you aren't serious, are you?"
Victor thought, how old are you? Are you a teenager or what? How can you agree to fight so easily?
When you fight, I can do nothing but add fuel to the flames, right?